Page 25 of Stocking Stuffers
They gazed at each other for a long moment. Then Perry snuck his hands under her arms and lifted her into his lap. He was all sweaty and flushed.
“You’re beautiful,” he said again, but this time she had trouble laughing it off. She felt oddly defenseless with his taste on her lips.
“Sweet-talker.”
“You bet. Now it’s your turn.” He kissed her fiercely for long reality-shaking minutes but caught her hand as she tried to dip it to her pussy. Need was throbbing through her, harsh and alarming.
He tumbled her down onto her back with her head on the arm of the sofa, then pulled her sweatpants off.
“Commando today?” he murmured, gobbling up her body with his gaze.
She’d landed on the dildo, so she tugged it out from underneath her and tossed it to him. “The only pair of panties I had ended up on your wrist last night. Do your worst.” Maybe if he made her come, if he focused all his formidable energy on her pleasure, she’d be able to recover some of those emotional walls she depended on, because they were dropping fast.
Maybe if she made this all about sex, he wouldn’t see how his sweetness cracked through her, found her soft center, and ripped her apart.
Perry sat up on his knees between her legs. “So wet for me already.” His voice was deep and rough, as if his control had shattered.
He stared down at her until she squirmed. “I love giving head,” he said. “Want to feel you come on my face.”
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“What do you want?”
“That, Perry. I wantthat!”
“I plan to take my time. Make you my afternoon snack.”
“Who are you?” she asked with a laugh, and he smiled.
He kissed down her midline, over her pubic bone, and before his mouth connected with her clit, he hummed happily. Then he buried his face between her legs.
She’d expected him to be shyer. To fiddle around and get his bearings.
He didn’t need to get his bearings, it seemed. His mouth found her like a target. He sucked on her clit, trying different pressures, testing her to see what made her breathless, what made her writhe. In a matter of minutes, her head was spinning. The ache in her clit was sharp-edged and perfect. His tongue was heavenly. He pulled back, causing her to whine.
“You taste so fucking good.” His free hand skimmed up her calf.
She groaned and buried her fingers in his dark curls. “Keep going.”
He fell back onto her, his mouth focused. The caress of his thumb between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy surprised her. He teased her, his thumb right at her opening but not pressing inside, lighting up all those oft-ignored nerve endings.
He kept up the soft stroke of his thumb and licked her clit. Blood rushed from her head, and her vision went fuzzy.
Then the dildo was there. It was a short but fat metal dildo called the Rude Beast. One of her favorites from Lady Robin’s when she wanted something weighty. He drove it inside her, helped along by her slickness, and she gasped at the sudden fullness.
He licked around the toy, grinding it against her G-spot gently, before returning his focus to her clit.
“Like that,” she breathed. “Exactly like that.” And thank the Ghost of Orgasms Present, because he didn’t take that command as an instruction to go harder or faster, which was her biggest sex pet peeve ever. Bliss buzzed down her spine. Her clit and pussy throbbed. “Close.Oh God.Perry. Don’t stop.”
The last stroke of tongue, the one that did her in, was accompanied by an impossibly sweet growl from Perry. Smarting, aching pleasure contracted into a pinprick on the verge of explosion. She screamed hoarsely, once, releasing all that abandon and desire into the dimly lit attic as her orgasm shook her.
When she could see again, when she could hear more than the echoes of her cry, she realized she was fisting his hair so tightly it had to hurt, but he appeared unconcerned. He lapped at her as he pulled the Rude Beast out. His tongue dipped to her cunt and delved inside, like he couldn’t help but taste her pleasure, couldn’t help but feel the last ripples of her climax on his tongue.
Before it became too much, he lifted his head away and sat up. His eyes were molten and dark, and she couldn’t look away. She felt taken over by him, consumed by his intense gaze, as he lifted the Rude Beast to her mouth and painted her bottom lip with her arousal. Her tongue snaked out on its own, licking it up.
Then he popped the dildo into his own mouth, sucking the rest of her juices off it. His beard was wet from her, his lips swollen.
She stared at him, totally floored. He smiled.
