Page 13 of A Very Grumpy New Year

“Bra,” he rasps out.

I reach behind me and unhook the clasp, letting the straps slowly slide down my arms until they’re off. Then I let the cups drop, and the bra falls to the floor next to my shirt.

“Fuckkk,” he groans, and I blush.

“Take off the rest of it,” I tell him.

We both reach for our pants at the same time, and it’s like we’re racing to get naked. I win, but Huxley is right behind me, and then he’s on me.

His lips land on mine as he lifts me and drags me to the very center of the bed. His knees nudge my legs wider, and he lets some of his weight press onto me. It feels delicious to have him on me like this, his hot skin branding mine everywhere it touches.

His tongue tangles with mine, and his fingers tangle in my hair, tugging at the strands until he has my head angled just right. The kiss deepens, and his cock rubs against my drenched core, the tip rubbing back and forth over my clit, until I’m right on the edge and begging him to put it in.

“Please!” I scream, and he hums against my lips.

“Need to taste you,” he says, and I push on his chest until he lifts off of me a bit, then reach down and swipe two of my fingers up my pussy and hold it out to him.

“Here. Taste. Then you fuck me before I scream.”

“Oh, Cora, baby, I’m going to make you scream,” he promises me wickedly.

His lips wrap around my fingers, and when his tongue swirls around the digits, I almost combust.

“Put it in,” I pant, and he moans as he licks my fingers clean.

“In a minute. I need another taste.”

He grabs my hand and runs my fingers through my juices again. Then brings those fingers back to his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I pant.

“Say my name,” he orders.

“Please, Huxley.”

He kisses the tips of my fingers and then starts to kiss his way down my body. He cups my breasts, and I arch into his hold as his lips wrap around one nipple, his tongue rolling over the stiff peak.

My hips are restless against his. His cock keeps rubbing against me, so close to where I need him, but I can’t get him to where I want him.

“Huxley,” I cry out, and he grins against my breast before he switches to my other nipple.

I let out a frustrated groan, and he chuckles as his teeth nip at my skin.

“Be patient. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I want to take my time.”

“I’m so close to just taking care of myself and saying screw you,” I warn him.

He growls but starts to kiss down my body. His hands grip my thighs, and he holds them open as he licks a path up my center, and then he buries his face in my core.

I scream as he sucks my clit into his mouth and come so hard that I see stars. My thighs clamp down around his head, but that doesn’t faze him. He keeps licking me, his tongue circling my little button until I come again.

He licks up all of his juices, and I reach down, tugging at his hair to get him to stop.

“Fuck me,” I order, and he licks my clit once more and then prowls up my body.

He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue. His cock nudges at my opening, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to push into me.

“Wait!” I gasp. “Shouldn’t I…take care of you first?” I ask him.

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