Page 47 of The Bright Side of Christmas
I need a bit more, and my hand moves from the counter with a mind of its own and shifts to hover over his head, pausing as I realize what I almost did. Adam’s eyes snap up to my face, probably sensing my hesitation in a way only he can, then they move to my hand.
The noise that comes from him is nearly feral and vibrates through me before his hand leaves my thigh, grips my wrist, and slams my hand into his hair. The move presses his face between my legs harder and ratchets up my need, pushing me closer, and I snap.
My fingers grip his hair, pulling him into me more fiercely as I shift him and my own hips to get what I need where I need it.
And then I come.
I come and I come, screaming Adam’s name, my body quaking as the most intense pleasure racks my body in seemingly unending waves as his fingers continue to move inside of me, as his tongue and lips and even a graze of his teeth work my clit. Finally, it begins to ease, and my fingers begin to loosen in his hair as his fingers slide out and his tongue licks me clean. But when he groans in undisguised satisfaction right into me, another smaller orgasm moves through me, sweeter and softer but no less pleasurable than before.
Finally, he pulls back, wet glinting over his lips, grinning at me before he stands.
“That was fucking spectacular, Wren,” he says, then buries his hands in my hair, pulling my mouth to his.
SEVENTEEN
As I press my lips to Wren’s, I am once again taken by surprise when she doesn’t hesitate to slide her tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep, even though I still have her taste on mine.
I have never experienced anything hotter than Wren King moaning my name as she comes, except maybe for when she tightened her hand in my hair and pulled me closer to her pussy to take what she wanted. My hard cock throbs at the memory, confirming that Wren taking what she wanted wasdefinitelythe hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Your room,” she murmurs when I pull back. “Your room, now.”
I grin, then press my lips to her neck. “Your wish is my command, Birdie. Wrap your legs around my hips.”
”Wha—”
I lift her with an arm around her waist, the other moving to her ass, before she wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck on instinct.
“Atta girl,” I say, and she lets out a little mewl. I curse under my breath because, of course, Wren likes to be praised.
As much as I need to hear her upstairs, I take a few steps, then press her to the wall before I press my lips to hers. Herhips move against my lower stomach, and I feel her wetness there. For a moment, I think about just pulling out my cock and fucking her here, but not for our first time. Instead, I break the kiss and make my way up the stairs with Wren in my arms. Her mouth begins its own exploration, pressing wet licks and nibbles to my cheek, my jaw, and my neck.
Finally, we get to the top of the stairs, and I take long strides to my room, trying to block out the small mewls and breathy moans as she grinds herself against me and kisses any bare skin she can reach. As I enter my room, I toss her onto my unmade bed and take a moment to marvel at the sight of her—her skin smooth, legs spread, lips puffy, and eyes dazed.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I murmur. Then, because I can’t resist, I slide two fingers into her. She moans, hips rising, and I pull out, chuckling at her whimper before making my way to the bedside table. I grab a condom, then toss it to her before shucking off my jeans and underwear. She already has the condom unwrapped and is on her knees, shifting to where I stand at the edge of the bed. Her small hand reaches out, eyes locked on mine as she bites her lip and wraps it around me. It takes everything in me not to close my eyes and moan at her tentative touch. She strokes me once, twice, three times, and a deep groan falls from my lips. She sighs with satisfaction before she moves, rolling the condom over me.
I’ve never been so turned on by a fucking condom in mylife, but Wren makes everything hot, it seems. She moves to her full height on her knees, then wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine.
I kiss her, then wrap an arm around her waist, moving and tugging and shifting her until I’m on my back and she is straddling my hips, a leg on either side of me. Then I take my cock in hand and slide the tip through her. She’s soaked again, and a soft sigh leaves her lips with the move.
I want her like this the first time, not just because I want to watch her sink onto me, which I very much want to watch, but because I want her in control.
We have all the time in the world for me to fulfill the dozens and dozens of fantasies I’ve created, but this first time, she’s going to find it again and again. We’re starting this off the way it always should be: with Wren’s wants, needs, and most importantly, pleasure coming first.
Literally.
“Please,” she whispers, eyes wide with the same need I know is reflected all over my face, and without a word, I notch the head of my cock into her entrance, then put my hands to her hips, helping to lower her. Her eyes flutter shut as I stretch her.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she murmurs, and I can’t help but let a proud, satisfied look spread over my lips. Her eyes snap open, and she rolls those pretty brown eyes, then slaps at my chest. It shifts me inside her, though, leaving her gasping, eyes going wide. I grit my teeth as she tightens around me, and my hands move with a mind of their own, pressing her down until her hips settle on mine, filling her completely.
“Fuck,” I groan, forcing myself to keep my eyes open, forcing myself to commit every moment of this to memory.
“Adam,” she whispers.
“I know, sweetness, I know. Fuck, it’s perfect.” She nods, biting her lip when she shifts, grinding her swollen clit against me, and tightening once more. “Okay, baby. You’ve got to move now. Ride me, Wren.”
I want her to be on top, to take what she needs, knowing it’s sometimes easier for a woman to find it when she’s on top and in control. I’m prepared to sit back and watch her find it. Something flashes across her face, but it’s gone before I can really identify it. Then I’m lost in her as she plants her knees into the bed and starts to move, lifting and falling, fucking me.
It’s exquisite.
