Page 16 of Merry Mayhem
I lay her down carefully, then guide her skirt down over her hips. We've got all night to spend like this, but the need driving me doesn't want to wait. It wants all of her.
Undressing her is an act of discovery. I kiss the indent of her waist, then the skin over her hipbones. Her stomach rises and falls beneath my palm as she trembles as I learn her. Her sweater is quickly on the floor, followed by her bra, and I've got her beautiful breasts in my hands. She arches up as I roll thenipples between my fingers, loving the way they pebble beneath my touch. And when I take each one into my mouth, she gives a low moan that shoots straight to my groin.
“I'm going to taste every inch of you, love. Every bit. I want to know what you like. So don't hold back from me. Give it all to me.”
I kiss my way down her body, lingering in the different spots, gauging how her breaths change, the way she responds to each change in my touch. When I reach her core though, I'm done experimenting. I need the taste of her on my tongue, and there's no more waiting.
I run my tongue over her center, and she cries out, her hands landing in my hair. She's divine, so delicious and soft, warm and wet, and I lave her sensitive flesh over and over. I tease her clit, sucking at it, and when I finally thrust a finger inside her entrance, she cries out my name. Her hips come off the bed and I smile against her.
“That's only the beginning. I'm nowhere close to done with this feast.”
I torture her in the best way, licking her through the orgasm as it crests, feeling her clench around my finger. Giving her a moment to catch a breath, I start again, this time working two fingers inside her, stretching her carefully until she's writhing beneath me, my fingers finding that sensitive patch just inside and stroking over it. She comes again, moisture flooding onto my tongue, and it's better than I ever dreamed. How have I lived all this time without this woman?
18
GRETCHEN
This man is magic.
There's no other way to explain how he knows exactly what to do to make me feel this good. From the way he looks at me like he can't believe his luck to how he touches me like he wants to commit every inch of me to memory, there's never been anyone else who's made me feel this good. This amazing.
This beautiful.
When he finally pushes back and strips his clothes off, I'm ready to beg for him to fill me up. His body is all hard planes and angles, and the hard bulge I'd felt when clothes were still between us is revealed. He takes it in his hand, giving himself a few hard pumps and my center clenches involuntarily. I want him inside me.
“Cooke, please,” I say, reaching for him.
He grins, eyes raking over me, and then prowls toward me until he's on the bed, hovering above.
“You're amazing,” he says, kissing me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. “Are you good with taking me bare, sweetheart? I'm tested regularly as part of the health requirement for mycompany. I'm clean. If you're not okay with that, it's fine. I'll wait until we have a condom.”
His willingness to ask the question is touching in this moment, but it also makes me wonder. “You didn't plan ahead and bring a condom with you tonight?”
“Truthfully, sweetheart, I don't think I actually believed this would ever happen. Thought you'd thank me for dinner and send me on my way.” He chuckles, gliding his fingers down my side, making me shiver. “And if this is all you want tonight, I'm happy with that.”
“If all I want is two mind blowing orgasms, you're happy with that?” I ask, lifting up to press my lips to his. “Thank you, but no. That's not enough. So yes, I want you, now. I'm tested at work too, and I trust you.”
Emotion smolders in Cooke's eyes as he looks down at me, then lines himself up, and slowly slides into me. He takes his time, gaze locked with mine, waiting until I've adjusted to the stretch and complete fullness I feel, and when I nod, he pulls his hips back. The second thrust makes me see stars, and I cling to his shoulders. He hits the end of me with every stroke, and I can already feel that tension building again. With each pull and push, Cooke builds up the waves of pleasure like a master.
He pulls my hips up, changing the angle, and it amplifies everything I'm feeling. His mouth seals around my nipple, teeth brushing over the tip, and I break apart, screaming his name.
Cooke doesn't stop, doesn't let me catch my breath. He keeps up his relentless pace, hitting deep every single time, until he drives in, holds there, and shakes with his own release. I don't miss how careful he is, keeping his weight balanced above me on his forearms. He kisses me again, this one slow and languorous, like he wants to savor the feeling. Then he rolls us easily, so I'm resting on his chest as he holds me close.
I'm warm and cozy as he pulls the covers up over us, and I draw random patterns on his chest. “This is not at all what I thought I'd get for Christmas this year.”
He laughs, and I think it's the first real, true laugh I've heard from him. “Well, sweetheart, you're the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten. Truly.”
His arms tighten around me, and we drift to sleep, holding onto each other.
19
COOKE
I waketo the best feeling ever. Gretchen, warm and soft, curled up beside me. Her head is pillowed on my chest, and every exhale tickles across my skin. She stirs as I tuck the covers in closer around us.
“Good morning.” I can't resist kissing her on the forehead. “It's officially Christmas Eve.”
She smiles up at me and taps her fingers against my lips. “Merry almost Christmas.”
