Page 48 of All I Want For Christmas

Oh, my God, he’d found her G-spot in under two seconds. Without benefit of her coaxing, visual aids, or a GPS directional system. Just like that. He was in and on it.

Blue was so unprepared she couldn’t control her body and her response and lifted her hips as she burst into a very unexpected and very powerful orgasm. Gripping his shoulders, she rode it and his finger hard, a shocked burst of pleasure leaving her lips.

Stunned, as her body quieted down, she felt her cheeks pinken. She had felt that orgasm in every inch of her and she was actually mildly embarrassed. Now who was the one who had no game? That had taken him less time than it had to stammer out b-b-b-blue in his Porky Pig accent.

That off-kilter feeling was back big-time. Something weird happened to her around him and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Or actually she did like it. Which embarrassed her. So when faced with mortification there was only one thing to do. Call on her inner-sass.

“You suck,” she told him, her chest rising up and down in a heaving cliche.

His eyebrow shot up. “Excuse me? I don’t think you can deny you enjoyed that, so how do I suck exactly?”

“Oh, I did enjoy that. That’s the problem. You should not be allowed to get me off that easily.” It made no sense and was totally contrary and made her sound pretty ridiculous, but his smile, his easy temperament, his muscles...it was all a little too appealing and that was freaking her out.

Christian burst out laughing as he stared down at Blue, her dark blue eyes meeting his unflinchingly. Her cheeks were pink from her orgasm and her hair was spread out on the bed in raven black strands. Never in his entire life had he been criticized for bringing a woman to the point sooner than later.

But then again, he’d never had sex with a woman like Blue.

It wasn’t hard to figure out that she had a bit of a wall up in the form of eye-rolling sarcasm. Given what she’d said about her parents it wasn’t any big surprise. But he found her intriguing and sexy and adorable. There was a vulnerability hidden beneath the cynicism and he couldn’t believe how hard he’d fallen for her in the space of just a few hours.

“I’m about to get you off again,” he told her, kissing the corners of her mouth and enjoying the harp exhalation of air she gave. “So you’re going to be really pissed at me in five minutes.”

“It’ll never happen,” she murmured, her eyes hooded as he lazily ran his thumb over her firm nipple. “That had to be a fluke.”

“Oh, yeah?” Christian knew he had a certain class clown quality to him, but he knew what he was doing in bed. He could make her come again, no question about it. “Are we placing bets?”

“Sure. If I win, which I will, you have to promise never to sing that Porky Pig song again.”

“Deal. And if I win, which I will, you have to wear the antlers all night.” He could make it so much worse, but they didn’t know each other well enough yet. He wasn’t sure how far her tolerance of pranks extended.

“Fine.”

“Five minutes,” he told her. Reaching over for his cell phone he put it next to her head. “Time starts now.”

Then without waiting for her answer, he moved down the length of her body, pausing just long enough to flick his tongueover her breasts, and trail a line down to her belly button. Christian peeled her bikini bottom off, his mouth watering and cock throbbing. He wanted her so damn bad more than he could remember wanting anyone for a very long time. He’d never really experienced this sort of instant attraction and it had him a little thrown at the same time he was enjoying every second with her.

Brushing his hands over her inner thighs, just barely touching the warm skin, he murmured, “Open your legs for me.”

She made a sound, maybe of shock, he wasn’t sure, but her gasp was followed by spreading her legs wide for him without hesitation. Christian teased his fingers over her flesh on either side of her sex, blowing on her clit at the same time. The tangy scent of her arousal was intoxicating and he closed his eyes briefly, reining in his now throbbing need, before refocusing on her.

It was all about the tease, just barely touching her, skimming over her with first his finger, then his tongue, then back to a finger, barely sinking into her wetness before retreating. Her tight bud was swollen and enticing, but he avoided it initially, just barely flicking his tongue over it. Blue’s breathing had altered, growing heavier, anxious, and her body started to shift restlessly.

Almost time, but not quite. Christian slid his tongue down her inner thighs, while his fingers were just a soft whisper over her pink pussy. He moved to the smooth folds on either side of that perfect sex and licked the soft skin.

“Oh, damn,” she said. “Do something, please.”

That’s what he needed to hear. Shifting, he opened her with his fingers and moved his tongue from top to bottom and back again. The jerk of her thighs and the sudden grip of her hands into his hair were satisfying as hell and he started a quick, smooth rhythm, devoting most of his attention to her clit.

Sliding a finger inside her, he sought out the spot that had made her come so easily before at the same time he gently sucked on her clit.

Blue’s hips bucked and she gave a gasp, her orgasm intense and beautiful, the climax of her inner muscles, the burst of slickness, and her heady cry all surrounding Christian.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

It was so sexy that as soon as she quieted down he was shoving his jeans and boxers down and digging in his pocket for his wallet, hoping there might be a condom in there. He didn’t want to waste time going to her suitcase.

She rolled her head to the side, gasping for air and picked up his phone. Squinting, she said, “Shit. Four minutes. You win.”

As if he cared at this point.

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