His Christmas Present by Serenity Woods Page B

her eyelids. “I’ve enjoyed dallying with you.”
    “Dilly-dallying,”
she murmured as his hands crept beneath the duvet to her breasts.
    “All the way.” He
swept his tongue into her mouth and she moaned as he cupped her breasts and ran
his thumbs across her nipples. He lifted his head and pushed back the duvet. “I
love your nipples.”
    “Why thank you.
They love you too.”
    “They’re a
beautiful colour—like a sunset, all dusky rose.”
    “Jeez, Dion. Are
you going to write me a poem?”
    “Maybe.” He rubbed
his nose against hers. “And they’re so soft, like they’re made of velvet. Until
I do this.” He leaned over her, took one in his mouth and sucked.
    “Ah…” She clutched
his chest and scored it lightly with her nails.
    “And this,” he
continued, and moved his mouth over to the other nipple to suck it before
lifting his head triumphantly. “There. All tight now.”
    He kissed between
her breasts, then down her ribcage. She only realised where he was going when
he moved forward on the bed and lifted the duvet over his head.
    “Dion!”
    He chuckled and
kissed down her pubic hair before burying his mouth in her, and she gasped out
loud. Well, two can play at that game . His erection stood only inches
from her lips, looking rather eager to join in, so she grasped it and stroked
him a few times before guiding him forward.
    She licked the
drops that had formed on the head, teased the opening with her tongue, then opened
her mouth and took him inside. He groaned but didn’t stop, and she widened her
thighs as he supported himself on one hand and used the other to part her lips
and slide his fingers inside her.
    It was the most
erotic thing they’d done, and she stretched out like a flower opening up to
him, like she had no secrets, and he knew everything there was to know about
her. She ran her hands up the back of his toned thighs, admired his tight
buttocks, then brought her hands forward to play with him, to cup his balls and
stroke him as she took him deeper inside her mouth.
    She knew she was
getting to him when his hips started to move, and she tipped back her head and
let him set the pace. Her orgasm hovered, but she wanted him to come with her.
He gave small movements at first, obviously worried about going too far, but
when she held his hips and took him deep inside her mouth to show him how far
he could go, he groaned and deepened his thrusts.
    His fingers and
tongue coaxed her to a climax, and she tightened her hands on his hips as the
waves of the orgasm began deep inside her. He kept his mouth buried in her,
sucking hard as his thrusts quickened, and then his body stiffened and the
first spurts of his warm, silky fluid slid down her throat. She swallowed, her
own body pulsing with pleasure, and all she knew was that she loved him, and
the thought of him doing this to any other woman, and of any other woman doing
this for him, made her want to cry.
    Spent and gasping,
he lifted himself off the bed and turned her, and they collapsed back onto the
pillows.
    “Fucking hell,” he
said. “My heart’s going faster than Usain Bolt’s after the hundred metres.”
    She chuckled. “A great
cardiovascular workout.”
    “No kidding.” He
kissed her forehead, and then, as she raised her head, kissed her lips, a long,
slow kiss that warmed her from the inside out.
    Then he pulled a
face. “Yuk. I can taste myself.”
    “You can’t
complain. You started it.”
    “I absolutely can
complain. I didn’t expect it. I’ve never done that before.”
    “No?” That pleased
her.
    “You took me by
surprise.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Again.”
    She wasn’t sure
what he meant by that, but he looked content, so she snuggled up against him.
    They lay there
like that for a while, resting, talking softly. She sang to him, running
through a catalogue of songs and playing Name That Tune with him, seeing if he
could guess them in half a dozen notes. But gradually the sun rose higher