Page 91 of Once Upon a Holidate
“You’re too busy admiring my dick.”
She laughed. “I’m not.”
“I know. But you do check out my chest.”
She stared into his eyes and smiled. “It’s very manly.”
“Want to touch it?”
“Yes, please.”
He unfastened the buttons at his wrists then pulled off his shirt in one easy movement.
She studied the wide shoulders and strong muscles. There were dozens of scars everywhere. Small, flat scars and larger, raised ones.
“They don’t hurt,” he told her. “You can touch them.”
“I’m more interested in touching you.”
“Nice.”
He put her hands on his skin. He was warm, and she liked how he felt against her fingers. After a couple of seconds, she decided it was only fair if she gave him the same opportunity. She pulled off her T-shirt, then unfastened her bra. Before the garment hit the floor, Garrick’s hands were on her breasts and his fingers were playing with her nipples.
“Tell me you’re already wet,” he said, staring into her eyes.
“I’m wet.”
“Good.”
He bent his head and took her left nipple into his mouth. Without removing her jeans, he moved his hand down her belly and between her legs.
The combination of him sucking on her breast and rubbing against her clit had her breathing hard in seconds. She didn’t know where to focus her attention—everything he was doing felt so good.
He moved to her other breast and shifted so he could slide two fingers inside her. She tightened her muscles around him, wanting him to go deeper.
Instead of obliging, he stepped back and grabbed her wrist, pulling her along with him. They made it to the bed where they both kicked off their shoes. Garrick grabbed her jeans and gave one strong tug, pulling them and her panties to her ankles. He dropped to his knees and removed them, along with her socks, then urged her to sit on the edge of the bed.
As soon as she did, he told her to lie back and moved between her parted legs.
She knew where this was going, and the thought of his mouth on her made her shudder with anticipation.
“It would help if you talked,” he said.
She half sat up and stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“Tell me if it feels good. Harder, softer, now. I want to get it right.”
She appreciated his attention to detail. “I’ll do my best.”
She stretched out on the bed. For a second he did nothing, then she felt his warm breath followed by the feel of an openmouthed kiss on the very center of her. She relaxed into the sensations he created, letting the heat spread through her body.
He moved slowly at first, his tongue more teasing than serious, circling her clit, then dipping inside her. She was sensitive and swollen, and whatever he did aroused her more. When he returned to the heart of her and began to move his tongue with a more steady rhythm, she knew it wasn’t going to take long—not with the need pulsing through her.
With every flick, every stroke, her muscles tensed. He moved a little faster, carrying her along with him. She couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath.
“Just like that,” she whispered, remembering he wanted instructions. “It’s perfect.”
Or so she’d thought because even as she spoke, he slipped two fingers inside her, filling her. She gasped at the sensation of him moving in and out of her. All the while he stroked her with his tongue.
