I push the black lacy triangle of her panties to the side, andfuck me under the mistletoe, she’s shaved bare as the North Pole and this is the best Christmas present anyone has ever given me.
“You are a devious, wonderful woman.”
“I know.” She raises one leg to rest the back of her knee on my shoulder. She makes the heel of her boot dig into my back for a second, and I like it. Naughty girl.
I punish her with my tongue.
I thank her with my fingers.
I worship her with my mouth.
She serenades me with sweet, heavenly sighs and moans and curses that would make a drill sergeant blush.
I decide to serenade her a little with my Irish tongue again, see if it has any effect this time. “You’re a feckin’ stunner, Maddie Cooper, and your fanny tastes like heaven. I’d feast on you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
She tenses up, shivers, and goes limp for a second.
Feck yeah, Irish.
“Devil tongue,” I think she mumbles.
One of her hands is in my hair, tugging and combing, and I would stay here like this for half an hour if it were the second or third time I’d had her. But it’s the first. I won’t let it be the only. I will take her as many ways as I can tonight, as soon as I make her come once or twice right now.
Lazy swirling, rapid fluttering, determined flicking, relentless tongue-fucking, and well-timed clit sucking does the job efficiently and effectively. She surrenders to me, and we are both rewarded with her shudders and rhythmic contractions, convulsing as she groans and frantically cries out. A dirty, delectable fallen angel.
I don’t know what it is about this woman that makes me extra Catholic, butI believe, I believe, I believe.
When she is limp and sighing, I stand up and carry her with me to deposit her onto the massive bed. I do not regret not being gentle, because she bounces magnificently, and she knows it. She smirks at me, lies back on her elbows, and lifts her foot up to rest on my chest. I unzip her boots, pulling them off, one by one, tug off what’s left of those black tights.
I’m about to slip those black panties down her legs when she pulls back and sits up on her knees. She reaches behind herself, staring up at me. I take in a sharp breath because I know I’m about to hold it for a really long time, andGood King Wenceslas,she slowly removes the lacy bra and then tosses it at me. I catch it and clutch it to my heart before discarding it. I see stars and hear harp music, and it’ssexyharp music. My cock feels as big and lit up as the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
“Fucking hell, Maddie,” I manage on an exhale.
Her eyelids flutter and I know it’s because I called her by her first name.
“Maddie,” I repeat, crawling toward her.
She backs away from me, dragging herself up to the pillows. She has a smug expression on her face now, emboldened by the unbridled lust in my eyes, I’m sure. She spreads her arms out along the top of the headboard, lifting herself up. When I reach her, I bury my face in her glorious breasts. I emit some sad, not-at-all-cool sound from the back of my throat, but I swear I’ve never been this happy. My hands are all over her, exploring her, claiming her. My mouth is all over her, savoring the taste of her warm skin and hungry for something that I haven’t even let myself fantasize about with her.
She’s straddling me now, bearing down on me and rocking back and forth. Just when I thought she couldn’t possibly find another way to infuriate me, she proves me wrong. And I like it.
I feel like a sex-starved sixteen-year-old virgin, but I’m performing like a man. I know this because I’m making her come again just from licking and sucking. She’s saying my name andOh God, oh shit, oh fuckover and over again. She’s breathless and amazed and kind of angry—likehow dare you make me feel this good?—and it’s so hot.
She lifts herself up a bit and slides one hand down my chest, into my boxer briefs. She strokes the underside of my shaft, gently a few times, up and down, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the head. Carefully, she reaches down again to pay tribute to a part of me that not enough women have tended to in my life—and all I want for Christmas isthis. And then she sucks in her breath when she takes hold of me. The firm grip and warmth of her soft hand on the heat of my hard cock, the way she peeks down for a look, biting her lower lip. She’s a naughty girl, and she wants me.
“Get over yourself,” she says when she sees me smirking at her.
“Oh, I have. I’m used to how amazing I am. I’ll just giveyoua minute to get comfortable with it.”
Before she can give me a snarky comeback, I drag my fingernails down her back—with just the right amount of pressure—and give her a quick smack on the ass. That shudder and gasp tells me she wants another one, and I give it to her.
But then I’m back to her tits because I need to make sure they know how much I care about them. I care about them with my hands, and I care about them with my mouth. I care about the left one, and I care about the right one, and I don’t have a favorite. They’re both the best.
I’m moaning and she’s groaning, and we sound so good together.
I will devour this woman. I could lose myself in this woman, find myself again… But then what?
She senses my apprehension all of a sudden and places her hands on either side of my face. She is returning from her state of ecstasy to check on me. Her eyes are hooded but kind. That combination of genuine concern and desire is what will do me in. I close my eyes and feel her kiss me, gently, on my forehead and then whisper in my ear, “No thinking tonight, Mr. Cannavale. It’s just my body and your body… And us being straightforward and moderately rational when it comes to sex… We will not let this interfere with our fantastic work relationship,come what may.”