Page 41 of The Night Before Grumpmas
She swallows hard, then finally says it, her voice trembling. “I want your tongue in my c-u-n-t.”
A low growl escapes me as I press my lips to her neck as my fingers graze her thighs. “You need to say the word now. You want my tongue in your cunt, baby?”
“Yes, my cunt,” she moans, her hips pressing harder against me. “Please.”
“I’m here to please you, baby,” I growl, capturing her lips with mine in a fiery kiss. The need I’ve been holding back all night spills over, and there’s no stopping it now.
My hands find the zipper at the back of her strapless gown, tugging it down slowly, savoring every inch of skin that’s revealed. The fabric slides over her shoulders and down her body, pooling at her feet. I pull back for a moment, taking in the sight of her—barely covered, vulnerable, and breathtaking. Her skin glows under the dim light, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, her lips parted, and her eyes dark with desire.
My heart pounds harder, like I’m about to claim something I’ve been waiting too long for. My eyes roam her body, drinking in every curve, every soft line. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples already hard, and the smooth line of her stomach leads down to her lace panties that barely cover her. She’s standing in front of me, nearly naked, with only a sliver of fabric between us and those dangerously sexy heels still strapped to her feet. The realization that she’s about to be mine sends a wave of heat crashing through me.
I step closer, my hands trembling slightly as I run them over her hips, up to her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, my voice rough with need.
She shivers, her gaze locking onto mine. “I’m yours,” she says softly, her words sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“Mine,” I whisper, the word barely escaping my lips before I capture hers in a deep, searing kiss. My hands slide into her hair, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her. The kiss is intense—like we’ve both been waiting too long for this moment, and now that we’re here, there’s no holding back.
My hands roam down her body, exploring the curves I’ve been craving all night. Her skin is warm under my touch, soft and inviting, and I can’t get enough. I pull back slightly, just enough to look at her. Her lips are swollen from the kiss, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. She’s a vision—beautiful, vulnerable, and completely mine. The hunger in her eyes matches the fire roaring inside me.
Slowly, I trail kisses down her neck, teasing the sensitive skin just below her ear, then lower, my lips brushing over her collarbone. Her hands grip my shoulders as her breathing hitches, her body arching toward me, wanting more. I give in, my mouth finding the swell of her breasts, kissing, nibbling, teasing.
I take my time, savoring every moment as I pull down the fabric that barely covers her, exposing her to me. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples already hard under my teasing touch. I lower my mouth to one, my tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before I take it between my lips, sucking gently.
She moans softly, her back arching as her hands grip my hair, pulling me closer. I shift my attention to the other, my hand gently kneading the soft flesh while my mouth worships her, teasing her, tasting her.
“God, you’re amazing,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with desire. I continue to feast on her breasts, sucking, licking, each little gasp and moan she gives me pushing me closer to the edge and I don’t even have my pants off.
Her legs tremble, her entire body responding to me, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her. I take my time, savoring every second of watching her unravel under my touch, loving how she’s completely mine in this moment.
Slowly, I begin lowering myself, my lips never leaving her skin. I kiss down her chest, over her stomach, lavishing each inch of her body with attention. Every kiss, every flick of my tongue, is met with a gasp or a soft moan, and it’s driving me wild. I press a teasing nibble just above her hip, and she arches, her body pleading for more.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur, my lips brushing over her skin as I trail kisses down to her hips. I love the way she squirms under me, desperate for my touch.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her lace panties, pulling them down achingly slow, my gaze locked on hers. Her eyes are filled with heat, dark and needy, and it makes the fire inside me burn hotter. I guide her to lay back on the bed as I kneel before her.
“You want me to taste you, baby?” I whisper, dragging my lips along her inner thigh, close—so close—but not quite where she wants me.
She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets, her hips shifting, trying to guide me to where she needs me most. “Please,” she breathes, barely holding it together.
“Not yet,” I tease, kissing my way up her other thigh, almost touching her but keeping that sweet pressure just out of reach. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
She bites her lip, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Please,” she whispers again, her voice shaky with desperation.
I smirk, my lips brushing the inside of her thigh, so close to where she’s aching for me. “You want my mouth on your pussy, baby?” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her legs trembling as I kiss my way back up her thighs, teasing her, driving her wild. “I want it.”
“Say it,” I growl, my voice low and rough as I hover right over her, my lips just inches away from her core. “Tell me exactly what you want, like a good girl.”
“I want your mouth on my cunt,” she moans, her hips arching toward me, desperate for more. “I want your tongue, lick me.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I kiss her thigh one last time, right next to her heat, so close she’s shaking, my lips brushing against her but not quite giving her what she wants. Not yet. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.”
I sink lower, on my haunches in front of her. The sight of her bare, trembling with need, almost undoes me. Her skin is flushed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Gently, I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder, securing her, knowing she’s about to lose control—and I want to watch every second of it.
Her cunt is beautiful, glistening, wet with anticipation. It’s pink and inviting, the way she’s already swollen with need making my mouth water. She’s perfect, every inch of her, and seeing her like this—open and exposed for me—makes my chest tighten with a mix of desire and awe.
“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her. “So fucking beautiful.”
