Page 38 of Mistletoe Missus
TWENTY
Heated Bliss
Tinsley
Our kiss was maddening and unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My earth quaked with a vocalic shake and black dots danced behind my closed eyes. Mitt swirled his tongue in my mouth at a skilled pace, and I eagerly enjoyed his talent. I followed his lead, but added in some teasing of my own.
A hungry growl escaped him and roared inside of my mouth as he took me deeper into him until I couldn’t think about my next step—my ultimate move in pleasing him—because his dominance was far too strong. He overpowered me, but I loved every damn minute of his delicious, expert mouth. Until Mitt pulled back, breaking the demanding kiss and leaving me breathless.
I clung to him, purring for my husband. “Mitt, please, please don’t stop.”
Mitt took another drink of the hot chocolate, not wasting a beat as he gulped it down and some hot cocoa dribbled onto his chest. Trickled down his skin as I watched the liquid and craved him. I needed him badly, and my self-control was at its limit.
“Why are you—”
Mitt pressed a finger against my lips.
“Shut the fuck up and be a good little slut for me, Wife.”
Immediately, he pressed his hot mouth against my bare skin and moved downward slowly, at an agonizing pace, as my heartbeat flooded my ears and my moan circulated through the room. The sounds coming out of me were unstoppable, and I barely recognized myself as his teeth nipped at my flesh. He tugged at each nipple and lapped his tongue over my tender peaks multiple times.
His journey continued as he headed down over my navel and dipped his tongue inside of my belly button. The sensitive touch made me quiver as his muscular hands bit into my hips, and his mouth reached his destination. His lips worked over every goosebump, every inch of heated flesh, until his teeth found the elastic of my thong.
I peered down at him, my hands firmly gripped his brown hair, and my breath hitched as he groaned up at me. Mitt’s eyes were full of passion for me as he watched me from below, and I waited for his next move. Time paused in that moment as we gazed at one another and couldn’t turn away. Locked inside a crazy inferno, we had created a sexual frenzy to be closer than I knew we should be, but my husband had been far too sweet. Too unlike his grumpy self, and the tension between us was far past its breaking point. We busted at the seams.
Unbelievably enough, I gasped as Mitt ripped my thong with his teeth. He tore the fabric into two pieces as the garment fell from my curves and to the floor at my feet.
“Mitt!” I cried out as he pushed me backward, and I fell onto the bed.
“My angel is going to come,” Mitt groaned as he loomed from above, and I took in the sight of my extremely aroused husband. “And I’m going to make you scream my name for the rest of your days.”
“What happens if I beat you to it?” I teased.
Mitt’s eyes snapped in the direction my hands traveled as I surprised him by inching the icicle down my heated flesh. Water trickled from the crystal as I guided it between my cleavage and liquid pooled in my belly button. He watched with flared nostrils. He was a raging bull of passion. I waved a cape of temptation right in his face, and he was ready to strike—prepared to take me down and have his way with me.
“I won’t have it,” Mitt said, his chest heaving.
I spread my legs open and gave him the perfect view of my pink paradise. The frozen water moved lower, over my hairless pussy, right on top of my clit. In a split second, the chill bit into me, and I whimpered. The sweet sound made Mitt groan, and he moved, but I pushed the tips of my toes against his thigh. He stopped, but his eyes never wavered from me as I circled the ice against the throbbing ache between my thighs and dipped two fingers inside of me. Engulfed in the moment, I rolled my eyes back and bit my lip harder until I was sure I tasted blood. I loved the power I held over my husband, and I wanted more. So much more.
“Fuck,” Mitt growled.
My cunt’s walls were swollen and warm, it made me excited. Juices spilled past my fingers as I worked them slowly in and out. The fire in the pit of my belly brewed as I stirred the pot of heat and was ready to spill.
A quiver of lust ran through me, my back arched against the bed, but I held my climax back. I wanted to see Mitt squirm. But only for a bit longer.
“Why?” I moaned with my lips partially parted. “How come you won’t let me entertain myself? I thought men enjoyed that.”
“I’m not a regular man, angel,” Mitt said with certainty as he ran his fingers along my feet and sent chills up my leg. “I’m your husband.”
Mitt grabbed the back of my heel and roughly pulled me forward. My ass was at the foot of the bed, and he spread my legs wide with his hands running down the inside of my trembling thighs. Instantly, he was on his knees, and his head was right at my floodgates, ready to dive right in. He pulled my fingers out from my pussy and licked his tongue up the entirety of my slit.
I whimpered, “Oh, shit!”
“I don’teverwant my wife coming all over her hand when she can come on me instead,” Mitt added as his warm breath tickled my cunt and desire flurried in me.
Mitt moved the icicle to the side as he grazed my clit between his teeth, and I tried to hold back the storm building inside, the heat climbing higher and higher, ready to blast through my front door. It was too soon, and my dear husband had only begun. I wanted to enjoy this swirling world of bliss for a little while longer.
Immediately, I dropped the icicle. My hands fisted into the bed sheets as his teeth let go, and Mitt’s tongue replaced them with a flick. A gasp escaped my throat as my hips bucked, and I closed my eyes. I let my sensations take over, no longer able to watch him as he placed the icicle against my thigh. The coolness from the chunk of ice made me squirm as he brought it inward, and his mouth worked on my clit. He licked, sucked, flicked, and fluttered against me. The heat seared to a bubbling point until he removed his mouth, and an icy chill followed.
