Page 113 of The Holiday Fakers
I catch hold of her wrists. “Too much,” I manage.
Pinning her hands behind her back, I move us both under the flow of water, careful to keep her face clear of the spray. When I’m sure she’s steady, I run my fingers through her hair until it’s silky and clean.
Even though I want to stay here forever, I switch the faucet off, sluice as much excess water as I can from our bodies, then open the shower door to retrieve a towel. I rub it over Piper’s body, then wrap it around her. Her face is pink, her eyes alive but drowsy with desire.
I quickly dry off, tuck the towel around my waist, and check that the corridor is clear. Then I take her hand and lead her back to our bedroom, locking the door behind us.
It’s already dark, but there’s enough illumination from the Christmas lights outside for us to see. I tug the towel from Piper’s body and drape it over a chair, then stand back so I can take her in.
Her blonde hair and pale skin are glowing in ever-changing colors. She’s a goddess, and I’m gonna worship the fuck out of her.
I point at the bed. “Lie down.”
She doesn’t hesitate, lying in the middle of the bed, her eyes following my every move.
I ditch my own towel and come to stand at the foot of the bed, gazing at her. The picture’s almost perfect.
“Spread your legs for me. I wanna see that perfect pussy.”
She swallows, then her ankles inch apart.
“Don’t stop.”
She keeps going, and my cock swells even harder. I give it a tug, as if that would relieve the pressure, then lift my chin. “Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
Her breasts are rising and falling as she breathes, her teeth biting into her plump lower lip. Her hands slide lower, the fingers of one hand spreading her pussy wide as the middle finger of the other circles her clit.
I stroke my length. “That’s it, baby girl.”
Her thighs are tightening, and I imagine them gripping my head as she comes, her fingers tugging my hair like she did in the shower. It’s the biggest rush, and I need another fix.
“Now touch your breasts.” I stalk forward and pull her ankles down the bed so her legs dangle off the mattress.
“Touch them for me, Piper,” I repeat, then drop to my knees on the floor and hook her legs over my shoulders. “I want to watch you.”
Her body glows in the shifting colors of the lights, but I can still make out the flush in her cheeks as she obeys, her fingers fluttering to her perfect tits, then pinching the nipples.
“Good girl,” I rumble, then lower my head to her sweet, sweet pussy and kiss it like I would her mouth, my tongue teasing, tasting, exploring.
“Brody!” she gasps.
Yes, yes, yes, I chant in my head as I feast on her, pushing my tongue inside her, feeling the squeeze of her inner muscles, then licking her clit, figuring out exactly which movements drive her wild.
Piper’s breath is coming faster and faster, her fingers tugging and rolling her nipples. The sight is painfully erotic, and I pull my hips away from the end of the bed so there’s no pressure on my cock. I’m not shooting my load unless it’s deep inside her.
I press a finger inside her pussy, curling the tip up as if beckoning her orgasm toward me.
The effect is instantaneous, her hips bucking off the bed as she cries my name.
Easing another finger inside, I gently scissor them, stretching her so she’s ready to take my cock, all the while circling and licking her swollen clit.
She’s so tight, so wet, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her legs begin to tremble.
I want to tell her how perfect she is, how she makes me so hot that I’m burning up and losing my mind. But words get in the way of pleasuring her with my tongue, so I hum my approval instead.
“Bro—” Her voice cuts off in a silent scream as her orgasm hits, and the rush that washes through me is like no other. I thrum the tip of my tongue against her clit, thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy as I rub the upper wall of her tight channel.
She’s convulsing on the bed, her pussy contracting as the waves of her release roll through her. Now that I know she can climax more than once, I ease off my pace, only to build it up again as she catches her breath.
