Page 17 of Sugarplum

He kissed my mouth and then whispered against my lips. "Don't worry, snow angel, I know just how to melt away those inhibitions."

He sat up to his knees. Both his gaze and his hard erection stared hungrily at me. The bed shifted as he moved back on it and lowered his face between my thighs. "The view is even better down here." His mouth pressed against my inner thigh as his large hands slid beneath my ass. He lifted my pussy higher to his mouth. His tongue ran along the folds and nestled against my clit. He knew just the right amount of pressure to urge my pussy into a highly aroused state. He freed one hand and impaled me with his long, thick finger. I pushed against the intrusion, wanting more of it. He seemed to be able to read my mind at every turn, knowing exactly what I wanted and how much.

He brought me close to orgasm, but I didn't want it to end. I reached for him. "Please. I'm ready. I'm sooo ready."

He slowly pulled his mouth and fingers from my pussy. The bed creaked and shifted as he repositioned himself over me.

"I want you," I mewled. "All of you."

He leaned down over me but kept one arm braced against the mattress to keep from crushing me. "You taste and feel like warm honey, Jen." With those sweet words, words that contradicted the almost feral look in his eyes, he pushed inside of me.

I held my breath and grasped the bed quilt in my fingers as he filled me deeper and deeper. It seemed there was no end. With each inch, my pussy tightened milking his thick erection and all the while growing closer to an orgasm.

It didn't take long. I was gazing bleary-eyed up into the face that I'd seen more than once in an erotic dream. Only Holt was far more real and far more skilled than I could ever conjure in a dirty dream.

His powerful arms and chest flexed over me as he slowly began to rock, taking deep sweeping strokes inside of me. It took only seconds.

"Yes, Holt, fuck yes!" My pussy tightened in spasms around him. My body writhed to meet each of his thrusts. Each time, it seemed he drove himself in deeper and harder and the tsunami of pleasure seemed never ending. My entire body trembled beneath him and my skin flushed with heat.

I could barely take a breath as I gripped his arms and held on for the rest of the ride. It felt as if the bed was scooting across the floor as Holt quickened his pace. His heavy sac slapped my bottom as he pounded into me. I circled my legs around him and cried out when he utilized this new position to its fullest.

"That's it, baby. I want all of you. I want every inch of you," he growled. His arms hardened beneath my grasp, and his eyes drifted shut as he came. He stayed there for a few moments longer holding me, staying buried deep inside of me.

Then with a groan of reluctance he dropped down onto the mattress next to me. I curled against him and he wrapped me in his arms and legs, like a big man cocoon, shielding me from the cool air in the room with his body heat.

We lay there for a few minutes allowing our heartbeats to slow. Although I doubted mine ever would as long as Holt was near. He was like a heavy dose of adrenaline. It seemed my pulse had been racing since the first moment I set eyes on him.

I rested my head on his arm as we faced each other. I traced my finger along a large black spider tattoo. The web ended and a design that was hard to decipher brushed past the end of my fingertip. I lifted my head to get a better look. "What am I looking at next to this spider web?"

He didn't need to lift his head from the pillow to know what I was asking about. "That is the tattoo I call 'my biggest ink regret'. It was supposed to be a cool lion roaring with big dripping fangs. But the artist had had just a few too many beers. I'd had a few too many too. The result is that obscure looking mess you're looking at right now."

"Ah, the traditional I was drunk and the artist was on the other side of sober ink regret." I turned my arm to show the pale skin on my forearm where my personal tattoo mistake was hidden. I held it up. "This is supposed to be a dolphin."

"That's not a dolphin."

"Yes. I know that now, but when I was looking at it through blurry eyes and with a tequila tainted blood stream, I assure you it was the most beautiful mammal in the sea. I'm just glad the inside of my forearm was the next spot of skin available. It could have been a lot worse."

I snuggled closer to him for warmth. "I suppose we should head downstairs and wash the dishes before we both doze off."

"You're probably right. But just to warn you, since we've got this place to ourselves tonight, there isn't going to be all that much dozing. I don't want to waste one minute of my time with you, snow angel."

"I understand completely and will comply with all your demands, Ziggy."

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