Big Man For Christmas

Carley’s hands sink into my hair, gripping by the roots. No words, just silent yearning and asking.

“I love your skin,” I tell her, drifting down across her stomach until I reach her hips. And further, pushing her legs apart. “And I love your pussy.”

She flushes pink again. A shade that matches exactly what I’m looking at. She’s already shining with wetness, that delicate female scent nearly driving me crazy. I could spend a lifetime between this woman’s legs and die happy. My cock is already hard just thinking about the fact that I get more time with her—hopefully every day.

The first taste of her makes me groan, and her gasp is music to my ears. “I love the way you taste.”

Those are the only words that I pull back to say before I thoroughly consume her. Starting slow, I just barely touch her, savoring the way her muscles jump under my hands in anticipation. Kisses to the insides of her thighs followed by bites that make her startle.

Closer and closer, until I kiss the very edge of her pussy and Carley is desperately trying to keep still while her hips want to move and ask for more.

I kiss her clit, rolling my lips over it and sucking it deeper, focusing all my attention on that little bundle of nerves that can make her scream.

And I want her to scream.

Gentle suction gives me a low moan. The sound is pure lust in my ears. I’m so hard diamonds could shatter on my dick. God, I love that sound.

More. I lick around her and down to where I can taste her rich flavor, sweet and deep. Exactly the way I like it. She shudders when I push my tongue inside her. She seemed to like this last time. And slowly, I fuck her with it. She looks down at me, and I look up her body to fuck her with my eyes too.

“Oh God.” Her head falls back on the pillows.

I make a sound and yank myself away from her pussy. “Watch me.”

Her eyes slip back to mine.

“Watch me taste you, and how much I love it.”

Carley’s eyes are glazed over with arousal, but she looks at me, sitting up on her elbows to follow my instruction.

Pushing her legs as wide as they can possibly go, I fuck her with my tongue again. I lick her pussy from bottom to top in strokes that cover all of her. I suck her swollen clit before biting down on it. Every movement I make brings her closer, breaths shallow.

“Should we count your orgasms?” I ask softly.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“Because I plan on you having at least five.”

Carley laughs. “That’s…impossible.”

I smirk at her. “Challenge accepted.”

Sealing my mouth over her, I work her clit in fast strokes, watching her, feeling when she jumps until her eyes are rolling back, unable to watch me anymore. “Fuck.”

I don’t stop, driving her higher and higher until she goes taut, shivering and shuddering as her first orgasm rolls in. Carley fists her hands in the comforter, holding on as the pleasure rocks her, and I keep licking her clit until she sags down on the bed. “One.”

“And that’s enough,” she says, laughing.

“I disagree.”

She’s so wet it’s easy to slip a finger inside her, and then two, curling them up and stroking along until I find the rough spot that I’m looking for. Carley’s eyes shoot open, suddenly wide. “What the fuck is that?”

I laugh, and don’t answer. That’s what I thought. A bastard as selfish as Tyler would have never tried to find her G-spot. I’m going to enjoy watching her experience this.

Stroking along that sensitive flesh, I line my fingers up and thrust them directly into that spot. Over and over again. The reaction is instantaneous. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

Carley is squirming on my hand, moving around like it’s too much. I place a hand low on her belly and fuck her faster, ready to send her into utter bliss.

A scream rips out of her, pussy clamping down on my hand as she comes a second time. It’s hard and fast, but she’s still writhing. So I don’t stop, changing the rhythm and angle until I feel her go over a third time, cries echoing the walls of my bedroom.

Of our fucking bedroom.

“Casey.” my name on her lips is the best thing in the world. I ease her down from the orgasm, slowing and gently pulling back from her. “That was three.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe I am. But I’m in love with you, and this is just one of the many, many ways that I’m going to show you how.”

“What about you?” She’s looking at my erect cock. It’s straining toward her like it knows that’s where it can find release.

But it doesn’t matter. “I don’t care. I could spend all night making you come and be fine. Hell, that might be the best option.”