Page 65 of The Jinglebell War
He doesn’t need to be anymore cocky than he already is.
He slides another finger into me, stops sucking and starts licking, and I forget where the hell I am. I forget my name.
But I sure as hell remember his and I say it on a moan, with all kinds of emotion I was hoping to avoid.
What is this man doing to me?
He pumps his fingers and I’m gone. I’m screaming my release and arching off the bed.
And the bastard doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even let me float back down to earth, but keeps licking and sucking and curling his fingers in just the right spot inside me.
It’s too much. I’m too over sensitized.
I beg him to stop. It’s the ‘this feels so good it can’t be healthy, I think I’m going to literally explode now’ sense of overwhelm.
He pauses and I look down to see him grinning up at me. “You say you want me to stop, but the sounds you’re making and the way your pussy is pulsing around my fingers clearly tell me you’re enjoying yourself.”
Thank goodness he’s stopped long enough to say all that. It gives me a chance to catch my breath and find the energy to glare at him. “It feels too good. I can’t handle it.”
He tilts his head to the side. “How can something feel too good?”
He dives back down onto me, and I’m hit with more aftershocks that feel so good I’m pretty sure I literally crash into the ceiling.
Before I’ve come back to my senses, he’s on top of me, his body braced over mine.
Gasping to catch my breath, I stare at him, his muscles flexing as he holds himself up, his mouth wet from me, his expression hungry.
Just the way he’s looking at me is heady, and I have a sneaking suspicion one time with him is never going to be enough.
“I want to fuck you now,” he says. “You still on board with that?”
“Oh, I’m all the way on board with that. I’m so on board with it that if you don’t get inside me in the next—”
He slides into me, and I forget what I was saying. His smirk makes it clear he knows what he’s doing to me. He’s filling me so well, I don’t have to have seen his naked cock to know he’s large and thick and fits me perfectly.
He moves farther into me and I screw my eyes shut, because looking at him and feeling him enter me all at the same timeis too much and I am not going to give him the satisfaction of coming again before he’s all the way inside me.
“You still okay?” he asks.
And I know, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that if I say I’m not okay, he’ll immediately pull out. I know there will be no recriminations or anger or petty guilt trips. He’ll stop because I asked him to.
There’s a safety and a pleasure in that knowledge that makes me stop caring he’ll be impossibly cocky about how easily he can get me off. Maybe he deserves to be.
I open my eyes and look up at him. “I’m beyond okay. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh.” He grins. “You’re saying please now? Am I actually fucking some manners into you?”
He’s impossible. And ridiculous. But also kind and caring and a good person. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not likely to change.”
He thrusts the rest of the way into me, making me gasp. His gaze goes distant and he moans out a sound that ramps up my pleasure. “Good. I like you exactly as you are.”
He moves in and out of me slowly, like he’s savoring every sensation. I know I am. I’m also loving the way his face changes and the sounds he makes.
Garrick Evergreen is so sensual, so attuned to every sensation.
Just when I expect him to pick up his pace and find his own climax, he leans back on his heels, lifting my hips as he continues to thrust into me.
The new angle feels amazing. Then he puts his thumb on my clit and rubs.
