Page 48 of The Bright Side of Christmas
It’s perfection.
And the visual is even better, as Wren tips her head back, her hair falling down her back, her hands lifting to cup her breasts, pants coming from parted, full lips.
But despite this being what all of my recent dreams have been made of, something is off.
She’s…putting on a show.
A fucking great show, but I’m in tune with her body enough right now to know it’s not doing much for her. It might feel good, but it’s not driving her crazy.
And I want Wren absolutely out of her mind.
“No, no, no,” I say, putting my hand on her hips to stop her from continuing to ride my cock, since if she continues like this, it will be over before I can make her come.
Her eyes go wide. “Was it not good?” she asks with panic in her voice, and I let out a little laugh, one that turns into a groan as it sends me deeper into her.
“Wren, you keep that up, the way you feel, the way you look, and I’m gonna blow in less than a minute. But I want to feel you, too.”
She blinks at me for a moment before those pretty brows furrow, and she looks at me, confused.
“Can you not…feel me?”
“Oh, I can feel you fucking my cock, Birdie, trust me. And it feels magnificent. But I want to feel you come around me, and if we keep it up, you won’t get yours.”
“But—” she starts, but I shake my head, reaching up, putting a hand to the back of her neck, and pulling her down to press my lips to hers. The slide of her along me has her gasping and me smiling.
“And I very much want you to get yours, Wren.”
When our eyes meet again, hers are a bit hazier with pleasure, but now a hint of embarrassment has joined them.
“Oh, no,” she says, giving me the slightest shake of her head. She tries to sit up, but I hold her there. “I, um, I can’t.”
“You can’t?” This should be a strange conversation to have with her on top of me, my cock deep in her, but it feels natural.
Learning.
Us.
Perfect.
“I can’t come like…this.” That blush burns over her cheeks, deepening the flush that was already there.
“What do you mean, like this?”
White teeth bite her full, plush lips, and she sits up once more. I bite back a groan of pleasure with the move. She sees it still, and a devious gleam shines in her eyes. Despite my hands on her hips, she lifts a bit, just an inch or two, before filling herself once.
My breath catches, and I have to clear my throat before I can repeat my question. “Answer my question, Wren.” She rolls her eyes, and if this weren’t the first time I was fucking her, I’d pull her off me, put her over my knee, and spank her.
Maybe next time.
Maybe every time she puts someone else before her own needs, I should spank her.
I’m distracted by my daydream when her response finally comes.
“Penetration,” she whispers, the blush returning in full force, and she avoids eye contact with me.
I nod, knowing. “How can you come?”
That blush deepens, moving to the tops of her breasts. I can’t resist any longer, moving up a bit, bending to pull a nipple into my mouth. A moan leaves her lips, and I suck on the peak before looking up at her. Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me,and the flush on her cheeks isn’t nervousness or embarrassment anymore; it’s pure arousal.
