Page 100 of Christmas off Script
‘Oh, my god! Holy shit,’ she moaned. ‘That feels… just—ah!’
He wrote ‘I love you, Ella,’ on her clit over and over, each letter he drew making her breathe a little faster until she was panting.
Then he stopped, resting his head on her inner thigh, drawing her scent into his nostrils and savouring the taste of her on his tongue.
‘Leo,’ she whimpered.
Inching a finger inside her, he slowly rubbed it against the front wall of her channel, feeling her clench around him. He added another finger, then drew letters over her clit again, this time writing, ‘All I want for Christmas is you’.
She was tightening with each breath, chasing another climax. Leo poured out his love for her through his tongue, his fingers, his soul. Painting the centre of her pleasure with the words, ‘All I want for forever is you’.
As he reached the final letter, Ella stiffened beneath him. He thrummed the tip of his tongue against her clit and she let out a strangled scream, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers as her orgasm kept coming. He held her tightly as she thrashed on the bed, shuddering, shaking, her breath returning in disjointed gasps.
She pulled ineffectively on his hair, and he trailed kisses up her torso until he reached her lips. Her kiss tasted of pleasure, gratitude, and love.
The words he’d used to bring her to orgasm still lingered on his tongue. Could he say them out loud? Tell her how he felt?
No. This is enough for now. Take what you can and be patient.
Her head drew back. ‘That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced,’ she said shyly.
Happiness bubbled up inside him. ‘Am I now the fexiest man you’ve ever met?’
She nodded. ‘And the most fandsome, fantastic, and funny. I’m the most fortunate festive friend in the whole flipping world.’
Friend.The word stabbed Leo’s stomach. He wanted so much more than just that. But he covered his fear with a smile. ‘I think we need a new Christmas tradition.’
She raised an eyebrow.
‘Starting on December the first, you should have as many orgasms per day as the calendar states. Yesterday, to the best of my knowledge, you had one. And today, at least with me, you’ve had two. What do you think of my cunning plan?’
She blushed. ‘So, on Christmas Day, I’m having twenty-five?’
‘Yep. I’m up for it if you are?’
‘And what happensafterChristmas?’
You decide to give me a chance, long-term?He grinned. ‘We start all over again, preparing for next year.’
‘But what about you?’
‘Me?’
‘Yes, you. Would you like to, er…’ The fire in her cheeks burned hotter as she inclined her head towards his crotch, his arousal still painfully obvious. ‘Um. Have sex with me?’ she finished in a mumble.
Leo leaned forward to whisper in her ear. ‘More than you can imagine.’
He felt her smile against his cheek. ‘I don’t have any condoms, but I presume you might?’
‘They might not be in date.’
Ella leaned back to gaze at him sceptically.
He shrugged, suddenly awkward. ‘It’s been a while.’
She blinked.
‘Not as many women as you might think find me fexy.’
