Page 23 of HoHoHo for You

I should have known she wouldn’t make it easy though. Before I could say a word, she’d taken my mouth and had her hands in my hair, leaning back and pulling me over her as she slowly laid down.

My cock was steel the moment we were pressed together. I let her pull me down and indulged in a lengthy kiss, rubbing myself against her until her breath grew louder. Then took a handful of her hair and held her down when I pulled out of the kiss so I could meet her eyes.

“I haven’t finished giving you your present,” I rasped. Bridget’s pupils dilated, but she grabbed to pull me back down. Pressing hard against her until her mouth dropped open, I kept her pinned down to the tabletop. “I’m going to need both my hands, so you tell me, do I need to restrain you, or will you be the right kind of naughty girl and keep your ass on this table until I’m done?”

Her eyes narrowed and she smiled, fingers tangling in my hair. “That depends on how long this present is going to take.”

“Oh, it’ll take a while,” I chuckled. Her hips bucked and I groaned and gave in to the urge to kiss her, but not for long. Still fisting her hair so she couldn’t lift her head, I pulled out of the kiss and stared down at her with a warning in my eyes. “I’m serious, babe. If I can’t trust you to stay put, I’m going to make sure you do.”

She rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Well, if youinsist.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I grinned and straightened. “You can sit or lay down, whatever’s more comfortable for you,” I said. “But I want you to see this.”

Still standing between her knees, I turned to select a pot and decided on the chocolate with the middle-sized brush. Bridget pushed up on her elbows, sitting up, but leaning back on her hands and watching as I dipped the brush into the thick syrup, then scanned her beautiful body that was far too pale because she never got enough sun—something I was determined to change over these weeks.

Tapping my lips with the handle of the brush, I decided where to start, then smiled.

Bridget caught my eye and smiled back. “What are you up to?”

“Just looking forward to this,” I said as I dabbed some chocolate onto her right nipple, spreading it with short strokes of the brush.

She giggled and flinched a little at first, but by the time I’d painted a full circle on her nipple, it was going hard and her breath had shallowed. I leaned down and opened my mouth over it, sucking that sweet stickiness off her skin, licking and rubbing with my tongue until Bridget had buried her hands in my hair and I’d removed every trace.

“Oh, shit,” she said breathlessly as I began painting the other one. “I get it now.”

“Babe, we’ve barely begun,” I growled, then plonked the jar on the table next to her and descended on her other nipple, gratified when she sucked in and arched into my mouth.

But that was only the beginning.

I painted the skin under her ear in strawberry and sucked it off.

I painted that line of the tendon on her neck in berry and licked at it until it was gone.

I painted her nipples more than once, because she twitched like a bug when I sucked it off.

Then I knelt and pushed her knees wider as I picked up the salted caramel.

Bridget’s brows rose and her pupils dilated as I examined the canvas and smiled.

“If you want to lay down, you can,” I said, my voice gruff and harsh because I was so fucking turned on.

“Oh no, I want to see this,” she said.

I looked up at her and almost stood to kiss her again, but I could see herquiveringand frankly, this was the part I’d been anticipating the most.

I had to push her thighs even further apart than I’d anticipated so I could start low—below her core on that sensitive perineum, then that flushed, swollen flesh, all the way up to the hood of her clit. By the time I reached that, Bridget’s breath was noisy and she rolled her hips, urging me on.

I was panting as I brushed and dabbed, noting when she shivered and when she jolted at the touch of the paintbrush.

Then I put the paint and brush aside, and started licking.

Bottom up, starting with little laps, chuckling when her thighs quivered. Then into her, groaning when I tasted how much she wanted me. Then up—cleaning every soft inch of that sweet, pink flesh until I reached her clit and sucked.

“Oh shit. Oh, Sam—oh shit.”

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