Page 27 of All I Want For Christmas

“You’re getting the sheets sticky,” she said, restlessly moving her legs against those sheets.

He put a knee on the mattress next to her. “You’re going to be wet and sticky all over before I’m done. I want you covered in eggnog and then in your come…” He leaned in and put his mouth against her. “And then in mine.”

He kissed her deeply, taking her mouth fully. He was a possessive guy. He wasn’t going to lie about that. And even after being married to this woman for over ten years, and touching and tasting every inch of her, he still had a primal urge to just flat-out make herhis. Over and over again. He wanted to drive her crazy, he wanted to make her lose her mind, he wanted her to be fully caught up inhim.

And he wanted to give her lots and lots of sweet and dirty memories to keep her going in between his times home. He knew that she and her vibrators had dates from time to time and frankly, the thought of that, and the idea that she was using it and thinking of him, kepthimgoing at times.

As he kissed her, he brought the carton of eggnog up over her body again, pouring more of the sticky sweetness over her stomach and ribs and between her breasts and letting it run wherever it would.

She was wiggling on the sheets and now she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, arching closer and running her tongue along his lower lip.

He stretched to set the eggnog carton on the bedside table, keeping their lips together, then ran his hand over her stomach and up to one breast, spreading the eggnog over her skin and using the slickness to pluck at her nipple. She moaned into his mouth when he squeezed and then gasped when he tugged a little harder. He moved his mouth to the nipple, licking the eggnog from it before sucking, making her grip his shoulders and moan his name.

“God I love you sticky, Linds,” he said. He ran his hand over her stomach again, coating it in eggnog and then reaching for his cock. He stroked himself as he sucked her nipples and then moved up the mattress to bring his cock up to her mouth. “But this is always sweet.”

She gripped him, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and stroked. “My panties are going to get wet just smelling eggnog now.”

“Good.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips. Her tongue appeared, flicking over his tip. “Then I might just fuck you with chocolate milkshakes and peppermint schnapps and peach iced tea,” he said, naming her other favorite drinks. “Then I’ll know your panties are wet for me every damned day.”

“Thankfully I don’t like a lot of hot drinks, I guess,” she said with a soft laugh, just before taking him partway into her mouth.

He groaned. “Suck me clean, babe.”

And she did. Greedily. She circled her tongue over the head, ran her tongue up and down his length, and sucked until he was gripping her hair and breathing hard.

He stopped her, pulling her head back and bending to kiss her. “My turn.”

Before she could say a word, he was between her legs, her knees bent over his forearms. He spread her wide and licked a wide path up her inner thigh, tasting the eggnog, tracing the bend of her hip, and then focusing on her clit. He teased her, tasted her, sucked and licked until she was bucking underneath him.

“Come for me,” he ordered gruffly. “Now. I want you sticky and wet inside and out.”

She gripped the sheets on either side of her hips, pressing up against his mouth.

“Come on, Linds,” he encouraged, adding a finger, then another, as he flicked over her clit faster. “I want something even sweeter and creamier than eggnog.”

She gasped and laughed at the same time. “Oh my god, you’re so dirty.”

“You love it. You make me talk so dirty on the phone.”

“When I don’t have your tongue and fingers helping, the dirty talk gets me going faster.”

“I know. You didn’t get on Santa’s naughty list by robbing banks, babe.” He thrust and curled his fingers, making her gasp. “But now you’ve got my tongue, fingers,andthe dirty talk.”

He stroked her deep and felt the beginning flutter of her muscles around his fingers.

“You want to know one of my favorite images to jerk off to when I’m alone?” he asked, flicking his tongue over her clit. “That time you picked me up from the airport and you drove one mile before you had to pull over and suck me off.”

She moaned. “I’m so easy for you.”

He chuckled. “Damn right you are.” He sucked on her clit and thrust his fingers deep again.

“I’m so—” And then she came, clenching around his finger and crying out his name.

Yes. Damn. That was the sweetest thing of all. He knelt, sheathed himself with a condom, and pulled her toward him.

“I thought you were going to…you know.”

He looked up at her, his cock screaming for release. He did know what he’d said. But he wanted to hear her say it. “What was I going to do?”

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