Page 70 of Bragg's Christmas

I lean close and lick a line from her belly button up her chest, past her breasts, to her collarbone where I nibble on the skin.

“May I remove your bra?” I ask before biting her earlobe.

She moans and writhes beneath me. I love how responsive she is.

She arches off the bed and reaches behind her back. I shackle her wrists and place her hands above her head.

“I got this.”

Her eyes flare. “Okay.”

Does she enjoy being ordered around? I’m not dominant in bed but I do prefer to be in charge.

I unsnap her bra and draw the straps down her arms before throwing the garment over my shoulder. Her nipples are a light pink color to match her lips. They stand out against her olive skin.

I lightly trace my finger across one nipple and it immediately puckers. Talk about responsive. I try again with the other nipple and get the same response. Love’s breasts are officially my new favorite toy. And it’s time to play.

I lean over and suck one nipple into my mouth. Her back bows and nearly throws me off her. She’ll have to try harder to throw me off, though, because I’m not going anywhere until the two of us are sweaty and spent.

I continue to suck on her nipple while I knead and massage her other breast. She squirms underneath me and I know exactly what she wants. I pinch her nipple and she moans long and hard.

“Can you come this way?”

Even with the bathroom light as the only illumination, her blush is visible. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know because you’ve never tried? Or you don’t know?”

She turns to the side to avoid my gaze. I straddle her before cradling her face in my hands.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

She is, but I don’t argue with her. I’m not ruining the mood. Not any more than I already have at least.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is you’re not fulfilling your promise to make me forget everything.”

I kiss her forehead. “Don’t you worry, Angel. I will fulfill my promise and then some.”

She grunts.

“First, I want you to explain what happened.”

She bites her lips as she studies my face. I give her time. I know whatever she has to say isn’t easy for her. I can wait.

My cock disagrees. He wants to know why we’re not pounding her into the mattress already. I inhale a deep breath through my nose to gain control over my body. I’m in charge. Not my cock.

“It’s embarrassing,” Love murmurs.

I smile in encouragement.

“I’ve never had an orgasm before.”

My eyes widen and I think I gasp.

“I mean. I have had an orgasm. Of course, I have. I’m thirty-four years old. But I’ve… ah… never had one I didn’t induce myself.”

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