Page 70 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
“Oh, you like that do you?” he growls.
“Yes,” I moan, urging him on with my hips.
“How about this?”
He flicks his tongue over the nerves as he plunges two fingers inside me until I’m thrashing.
“Oh God, yes.”
His fingers find an easy rhythm, and my hips meet every thrust.
I feel myself getting closer, and my muscles tense as I quicken my pumping hips, my breath panting in and out, and a shiver of desire running over my body.
“That’s right, baby, let go for me. I want to taste you all over my tongue.”
His words alone almost send me over, but then he pulls his fingers from me and replaces them with his tongue.
A few swirls, and I’m barreling over the edge.
“Oh yes, JJ.” My head flies back and my spine arches.
His name on my tongue at my climax has him growling his approval.
He laps up every drop of my pleasure, dragging every sensation of orgasm out a little longer, then slides up my body.
Tugging a bra strap and lace cup, my breast pops out into his waiting hand.
He brushes his rough thumb across my nipple, sending a tingling wave of pleasure through me.
Then he drags the other cup, so both my breasts are on full display.
“You’re so gorgeous, Becca,” he whispers, palming one while he lowers his head and sucks the other nipple into his hot mouth.
Before long, he has me worked back into a frenzy. God, I can’t get enough of his touch.
“JJ,” I plead. “I need you inside me.”
“No need to beg, baby.” Going up on his knees, he rips his flannel off, then pulls his thermal shirt over his head, and his glorious chest is on display.
My eyes trail over every inch of ink-covered muscle while his hands drop to his waist to undo his jeans. It’s sexy as hell to watch.
I reach up and help tug them over his fit ass, urgency for him driving me.
“Is my girl impatient?”
“Yes,” I admit with no shame.
His mouth quirks up in a sexy grin, and then he palms his length as he guides it to my opening.
He hovers there teasing me, swirling the head around my wet opening with a barely there touch that drives me wild.
I let him play for a minute, then grab his ass and pull until his hard body is flush with mine.
He smooths one palm over my soft curves, and his eyes flare with heat. Soon he’s pumping into me with aggressive thrusts like he can’t get enough.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.” He pounds hard until I feel myself ramping up so quickly that I’m about to fly over the edge.
