Page 36 of Blame It On The Reindeer

“More sure than anything I’ve ever been surer about before.” I knew my words didn’t make sense, and I wasn’t even sure what order they came out in. None of that mattered because I had cock on the brain, and it was making me stupid. “Now, gimme.”

His grin spread across his cheeks as he climbed onto the bed beside me, taking in the matching black lace bra and panty set I had put on earlier when I changed into comfy clothes—not that this was premeditated or anything...

“This is nice,” he said, hooking his finger under the thin bra strap and pulling it down before kissing my shoulder.

“Thanks.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my skin while his hands explored the rest of my body.

“Maybe we should take it off.”

“I think that’s a great idea. These too,” I said, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Would that make you happy?” he asked, leaning onto his elbow and watching me.

“Very.” I nodded, my eyes lowering as he pulled them off and threw them to the floor. His cock wasn’t just long—it was thick and veiny—just how I imagined. I quickly removed my bra and panties, not minding the chill against my skin as a wave of goosebumps spread over it.

I licked my lips and leaned forward, pushing him on his back before lowering myself between his legs.

“Nope,” he said, grabbing my thigh and keeping me from moving any further.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like head?”

“I love it. But I’m not going to wait for my dessert while you get to have yours. Bring that tight little pussy up here, and let me eat it while you’re doing that.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I had read about people doing this, but I’d never personally tried this position.

“You want to sixty-nine?” I asked, my voice suddenly quiet and uncertain.

“Yeah. It’ll be fun. We can get each other off at the same time, then get to the even better stuff.”

I chewed my lower lip as I considered it.

“I’ve never done it before,” I admitted.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he quickly assured me. “I just thought it might be fun. Plus, I really don’t want to wait to taste you.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. “We can try it. How do you want me to get up there?”

He laid down on his back and then extended his hands to me.

“Climb up here and turn to face the wall, like you would if you were doing reverse cowgirl.”

I furrowed my brow, obviously not as experienced in the bedroom as he was.

“Here, give me your hands, and I’ll help you.”

I did as he said and tried to hold my balance as he guided me until I was practically sitting on his face. My stomach felt like it was on fire as anxiety rushed through me about having my private parts literally in his face. I knew that it wasn’t any different with how close they were when he went down on me, but that was different. He could move away at a moment’s notice if he didn’t want to be down there. In this position, he would be stuck until I decided to move. What if I smothered him? Even worse—what if I accidentally farted or something? No one—and I repeat, NO ONE would be able to come back from that.

“Stop overthinking it,” he said, giving my ass a quick slap and freeing me from my obsessive thoughts. “Just sit on my face and stop worrying. I’ll be fine. I know how to breathe, and if I die, at least I’ll go out doing something I love.”

“That’s not funny,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder. “I don’t want to have to tell people that I killed you by sitting on your face.”

“You’re not going to. I was just kidding.”

I scrunched my face and looked away, nearly forgetting all my worries as I found his cock waiting for me.

I shifted my weight and lowered my head over his dick, slowly taking it into my mouth as I gripped the base of it firmly in my hands. He groaned before covering my slit with his mouth, his tongue quickly parting my folds and swiping in between.

Neither of us was going to last long at this rate, but that didn’t matter right now. We had all night to enjoy each other.

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