Holiday Sparks

When the sun crept up to her golden lashes they started to flutter. Her hand slid across his chest then down to his hip. He dragged air through his nose and didn’t move. Morning wood took on a whole different meaning when a woman was involved.

She rubbed her nose into his chest and settled back into him. Her forearm skimmed under the sheet and her soft skin bumped the head of his cock. Her smooth thigh brushed along his as she slowly woke up.

Braced for the excuses, he caught her gaze flick to his nightstand. He didn’t know what time it was, but instead of bounding out of his bed, she grazed her nose over his pec and swiped her tongue over his nipple, then dragged the back of her fingers down his cock.

He hissed when her swirling tongue was followed by a bite. He buried his hand in her hair, hoping it was enough to show her that he liked it. Her touch was tentative but his achingly stiff cock didn’t care.

Hot breath blew over his nipple as she lifted her arm enough to see beneath the covers. Her name was a grumbled whisper as she stroked down his shaft and tightened at the base like he showed her the night before.

Efficient, that was his Darcy.

His? The possessive feelings from last night were already starting up again.

His hips flexed on the second trip up and back, his body tuned up from lying under her for hours. And he liked her weight. Soft and solid and long-limbed. Her kisses skimmed his ribs with open-mouthed nips and swipes of her warm tongue.

Silently she coasted over his belly, her cat-green eyes bright in the sun as she watched him. She dipped her tongue into his navel, pushing the sheets aside. He swallowed down the urge to paint her lips with the tip of his cock.

What the hell was wrong with him? He should be laughing and teasing her, using all his usual morning-after tricks to keep things light.

“I’m too sore for more than this.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to—”

“It’s been a long time, but I want to.”

The tip of her pink tongue darted out, flicking under the sensitive dome of his cock. Again, her tentative nature showed, but the sun glowed around her light hair and her eyes were clear and determined.

He was a dead man.

She learned him. Slowly. His fingers dug into the mattress and he wouldn’t be surprised to find chunks missing when she was done with him. She wrapped her lips around the base of his shaft and swirled her tongue along the throbbing vein, hardening him even more, paying attention only to the underside of him. The heat of her tongue and strong suction threatened to end it before he was ready. Christ, she hadn’t even taken him all the way into her mouth yet.

She finally curved the flat of her tongue around his head and enveloped him in one hot, wet glide of her mouth.

“Shit.”

She hummed around him with a wicked smile in her eyes, taking him deep. He brushed the tangle of her hair away from her face, not trusting himself to do any more than that. Everything inside him wanted to grab her hair and make her take him deeper. He arched off the bed as she finally found her rhythm.

Her nails scraped through the hair above his cock, splaying her fingers across his belly as she drove him crazy. He bumped the back of her throat and swore. “Darcy.”

She shook her head, still working him to within an inch of sanity.

He grabbed her hair this time. “Darc.” It was all he could make out. Her mouth sealed over his head, her tongue massaging the crown with each pull. And he was lost to the hot suction of her tireless mouth.

She looked up at him and he couldn’t hold off any longer. With a muffled groan he came and she took every drop. Ben watched her throat work and his shaft disappear into her swollen mouth.

Chest heaving, he dragged her up until her nose was buried into his neck. He locked his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Jesus, Darcy.”

He could feel her smiling into his skin. “I thought a little payback was in order.”

“Oh yeah?” He peered down at her, his chest tightening with the puffy state of her lips. All from him.

“Mm-hmm. Besides, watching you like that. All your muscles tight,” she ran the backs of her fingers over his cheek, “and gosh, those eyes of yours.”

“Do you really not swear?”

She wrinkled her nose and pushed away from him. “I just said all sorts of good stuff there, Hartley, and you focused on that?”

He laughed and hauled her back into his chest. Lighten it up, asshole. “Just an observation. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone use gosh like you do.”