Page 28 of Their Christmas Miracle

Holly

Both my knees jerk up. If Josh hadn’t been standing between my legs, they would have snapped closed like a Venus fly trap. A quake rushes through my body as I moan, my back arching. I can’t go anywhere, pinned by Josh’s hand in my hair and his fingers up my pussy.

God, but that was unexpected.

And fuck, it feels good.

He draws his fingers out. I can feel him watching me as he presses delicate kisses to my chin, the corner of my mouth, the side of my nose.

And then he shoves his fingers inside me again. Another jolt of pleasure shoots through me. My nails dig into the small of his back and he groans, sliding his lips over my mouth and flicking his tongue against mine.

Two quick thrusts, his hand tightening in my hair, and then he yanks my head back again, breaking apart our kiss.

“I was wondering,” he whispers, his voice rough. “Do elves taste different?”

“What?” I manage, which is quite astonishing, considering the fact that I can’t think straight.

He slides his fingers out of me. I can smell myself a second later, the musky sweetness of my own arousal sharp in my nose. I glance down, groaning as he runs the tip of his tongue along the length of his gleaming fingertips.

God, am I really that fucking wet?

“Do I?” My voice is hoarse. I swallow, trying — and failing — to look away as he slides both his fingers into his mouth. “Do I taste good?”

“Like heaven.” Josh’s eyes flicker, and then he’s kissing me again.

His fingers brush against my underwear, but this time not to tease me. Instead, he grabs hold of the lace and jerks it aside, hard enough that I’m sure I have fabric-burn somewhere along my thighs.

I gasp, unable to stop the sound.

And Josh lets out a short, sharp exhale in response.

His eyes flash up to me. He gives me a faint, ghost of a smile.

“I want to taste you. To slide my tongue inside you.”

I shiver, nod. My hands tighten around his waist again.

He presses into me, and I can feel the silky fabric of his suit urged against my exposed pussy.

“And then I want to take you to my bed and slide something else inside you.”

This time, my muscles are too tight for me to nod.

So I moan in consent.

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