Page 13 of Christmas Craving
“That feels good,” I whispered in a voice I didn’t quite recognize as my own.
I felt her lips move as she smiled against my breast. She continued teasing me with her mouth as her hand moved lower, over my belly and underneath the waistband of my pants. My hips bucked upwards as she kept going, sliding her fingers underneath my panties, and dipping inside my slit.
Lanie moved to suckle my other nipple as she explored my folds with one of her fingers, stopping a few times to circle and tease my clit. I was breathing heavily and my entire body felt like it was on fire. I was desperate to come in a way that I never was, not when I was alone or with any of my random hook-ups.
I must have made a noise because Lanie’s head popped up, and she gave me a satisfied smile. “You want me to make you come?”
I would have thought that was obvious, but I appreciated her checking for consent.
“Yes. Please.”
Usually it was me making the other person beg to come, but I wasn’t going to analyze it too carefully. Not when my body was humming with arousal and my heart was pounding so hard I was surprised it didn’t break right out of my chest.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
Lanie made quick work of tugging off my pants and sliding my underwear down my legs before settling between them. She pushed my feet towards my ass, making me bend my knees, then gently pushed my knees outward, opening me up wide for her perusal.
“So pretty,” she whispered.
Then she lowered her head and started eating me out like her life depended on it. She licked me up and down, over and over again, paying extra attention to my clit until I was mindlessly rotating my hips, grinding my pussy against her face. Finally –finally– Lanie speared me with her tongue, licking inside my opening and thrusting in and out at a rapid pace.
I made another one of those whining noises, not even sure what I was asking, but Lanie knew. She knew. She pressed her thumb against my clit, sliding it back and forth roughly, adding pressure until I finally lost all control. I called out her name as I succumbed to my orgasm, shaking beneath her and using my hand to hold her head right where I wanted her as I rode the waves of my pleasure.
She licked and teased me until I finally flattened myself against the floor, feeling completely boneless. Lanie popped herself up on her elbows, and when I met her gaze, she very deliberately licked her lips.
“You taste delicious.”
Then she crawled up my body and kissed me deeply so I could see for myself.
Lanie
“Now it’s your turn.”
I shook my head. “This one was just for you. Let’s set up the Christmas tree now.”
She shook her head. “Are you going to deny me the chance to taste you too?”
She reached out her thumb and pulled my lower lip down briefly, and for some reason that little action was totally hot.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, totally on board.
“Strip for me.”
I popped up to my feet, kicking off my shoes, then pulling off my shirt. I’d never been particularly self-conscious about my body, but I’d also never been this brazen. Then again, with the way Celia was staring at me, I had nothing to worry about.
When Celia saw the blue lace bra I was wearing underneath my wild candy cane sweatshirt she held up a hand. “Keep that on.”
I shimmied out of my pants and gestured to the matching blue lace panties. “These too?”
Her eyes were dark with desire, and it made me feel kind of powerful. “Yes.”
I stood in front of her wearing just the sexy underwear set that I’d worn on a whim this morning. Well, maybe not entirely on a whim. I’d definitely thought about Celia when I chose them in lieu of my typical plain underwear. The way she was staring at me made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
She moved to her feet, kicking away her pants and underwear, her sweater falling to mid-hips, just barely hiding her pussy. Somehow that was even sexier than having her naked. Celia picked up a string of Christmas lights that we’d untangled, and wrapped it loosely around my shoulders, slightly immobilizing my arms against my sides and my waist. When she ran out of lights I thought she’d grab another string and continue wrapping me up, but instead she walked me backwards and settled me on my back on the couch cushions.
I didn’t mind the light restraints. It would be easy enough to free my arms, but I didn’t. I wanted to see where she was going with this. Plus things felt different this time. Unlike last night when she’d checked out and assumed this distant icy dominatrix persona, tonight she was all in with me, completely present.
Celia knelt on the floor next to the couch, her fingers tangling in my curls as she kissed me until I was breathless.
