Page 49 of The Bright Side of Christmas
“Like that,” she whispers. I move a hand to cup her breast and twist at the nipple with two fingers. Her breath hitches, and she tightens around me.
“You like it when I play with your tits, baby? Is that what you need?” She shakes her head and bites her lip, looking away. I continue working her nipple and lift my hips, pushing in deeper and grinding against her. She moans but still doesn’t speak. “Neither of us is getting what we want until you tell me what you need, Wren. Might as well get it over with.”
She bites her lip again, weighing her options with nervousness and maybe even a little embarrassment. I tweak her nipple, then encourage her once more, targeting where I know she’s weak.
“I’m so hard, baby, and I know you want to make me feel good.” She takes in a sharp breath and tightens around me again, confirming my thoughts. “Do it by telling me what you like. Nothing has ever been hotter than you getting off on my kitchen counter. That? That’s going into my mental files forever. I’m going to be jacking off to the memory of the first time I made you come until I fucking die.” She mewls at my words, and I file that away, too.Wren likes dirty talk. “What do you need, baby? Something before felt good. What was it?”
She sighs but finally answers. “My clit,” she whispers. “When you moved, it…you know. That’s what I need to, uhm, come.”
Pride shines through me as I realize what she’s saying and that she’s using her words to tell me whatshewants and needs.
“You need your clit rubbed to come, got it.” I don’t tell her that this is something that we can work on, that I’m about to make it my personal mission to make her come with just my cock, to tease her and drag out her pleasure so that the head of my cock hitting the right spot has her shaking in my arms.
That’s too much too quick for my sweet Wren.
Instead, I move, shifting so I’m sitting up on the bed a bit more, Wren in my lap, then put my hands on her hips. Keeping her planted with my cock deep inside her, I shift her back and forth, making sure her clit grinds against my pelvis. Her breath hitches when I do, before a low moan leaves her lips.
“There it is, baby,” I groan, feeling her tighten. I repeat the action, then shift her, encouraging her more. Her hips start to rock on their own, and a small moan leaves her lips.
My cock gets harder at the sight.
“Just like that, Wren. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Ride me until you come. Take what you need from me.”
“But it’s not good for you like that,” she says breathlessly, pleasure clearly building for her.
I can’t help it, I let out a laugh.
God, this woman is so scrambled, it’s going to take me a decade to undo all of it.
It's a good thing I have all the time in the world, I suppose.
“Wren, I promise you this, nothing will be better for me than you grinding down and finding it while you’re full of my cock. You could sit there, rub that pretty little clit of yours on me until you come over and over again, and never move on me, and it would be fucking phenomenal.” That makes her pussy clench around me, and I groan. “That. That right there? Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
I shift her a bit, using my hands to help her grind her clit against my pelvis, and she lets out a breathy moan. “I like you selfish, Wren. I like it when you take what you need, when you demand it, and when you get what you want. Nothing makes me harder than watching you assert yourself.”
Slowly, she starts to shift on her own, and my hands leave her hips, hovering over her. My eyes shift, watching where she sits on me, her swollen clit rubbing against me, then to her breasts,one hand cupping one and tweaking the nipple, then to her face. Her eyes are drifting shut, her head tipped back, her lips parted with panting breaths.
I want this painted on the back of my eyelids.
I want to see it every fucking moment of my life.
”That’s it. Be selfish, Birdie. Take what you want.” I watch her with near breathless anticipation as she hovers over me. “You can give me a show, baby, but I want that show to be you finding it while you’re full of me.” I put my hands behind my head and watch, another blush burning on her face, but something about my words—be selfish—makes that determination move across her face again.
She lets out a shaky breath before her hips start to move, grinding and rocking on me.
“Oh god,” she whispers, and my cock hardens as she continues to move. “Shit,” she moans, and I bite my lip as she speeds up her hips, snapping them back and forth and taking the pleasure she needs.
“Adam,” she whimpers, and I start counting beats in my head to distract myself from ending this too early. “More.” I lift my hips, shifting her, and she yells out, clearly liking the new angle. “Oh, yes, right there. Just like that.” She leans back a bit, hips lifting just a bit as she fucks herself on me, and her hand trails between us, fingers circling her clit. I watch with fascination, cataloging every movement, not just for future memories, but to understand what she likes and needs.
Whoever had Wren before me clearly didn’t value her pleasure, and while I’m not shocked, I will make sure that every time she is with me, she knows her pleasure is my biggest concern.
Myonlyfucking concern.
“That’s it, Wren. God, you’re fucking hot,” I groan, lifting my hips a bit, helping her take me deeper, grinding her clit against me harder, and then her head snaps back.
“Adam!” she shouts before her body starts to tremble, before her hips move with more fervency than before, and she tightens around my cock like a vise. One hand is on my chest, holding herself there, the other is tweaking her nipple, her head snapped back as she moves and comes on my cock, taking the pleasure she needs and deserves.
I’ve never seen anything hotter on this fucking planet.
