Christmas Eve isn’t supposed to be spent arguing about guilt and innocence with a cop who hates the club because his ex wanted to get laid. I shouldn’t have had to watch tears streak down her face while she was handcuffed in the back seat of a cop car.
“Some Christmas Eve,” I mutter when the credits start to roll on the television. I glance at the clock on her wall, noticing the time. “Well, Christmas Day, I guess.”
“Are you saying you didn’t get me a gift?” she teases, her head lifting from my shoulder to look at me.
The warmth of her hand on my thigh is too much to ignore, but I’m doing my best.
“I can think of a few things you could give me,” she continues, her hand moving a few more inches higher.
“I’m not playing games with you,” I say, covering her hand with my own.
“Not even dirty ones?” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and as much as I like the playfulness in her tone, I need her fully informed of my intentions.
I inch back, holding her by her shoulders so there’s no doubt on her part when I speak.
“I want you more than any woman I’ve ever met. I’d love nothing more than to lay you out right now and take all the things you seem to be offering. Hell, I’d do it and ask for more, but I’m also mature enough not to cross any lines I think you’re going to regret later.”
“I’m not going to have any regrets, Ethan. I’m a grown woman, and I know what this is.”
“Tell me,” I urge, my blood heating. I can’t determine if it’s from her being so willing or fear of what she believes is going on between us.
“I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked, kissed, and touched. That’s what this is.”
I shake my head, wondering if doing all of that would help bring her around to the situation I want. Someone once told me that men use love to get sex and women use sex to get love, and maybe that’s exactly what’s going on. Maybe she wants more from me, but she just can’t ask for it.
I search her eyes to make sure she’s telling the truth and not hiding a need for distraction instead of real desire.
She blinks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes filled with need, almost begging me to give in this time.
“This is so much more than what you think, baby,” I say as I lower my mouth to hers.
The rush of air from her lips the second we kiss tightens my balls, and all the restraint I’ve somehow managed until now flies right out the window. I’ve never not wanted her, but I wanted to connect with her emotionally as well as sexually. Maybe the physical is what she needs to accept the emotional part of it.
The next few minutes are a blur of hands and mouths, and clothes flying across the room. There’s no finesse, our actions driven by feral need.
I could spend days licking her tits and biting her nipples, but she urges my head lower as she spreads her legs. I am seconds away from insisting we go to the bedroom, but any time wasted moving locations seems barbaric as my mouth closes over her clit.
The heat of her core is higher than the temp of my mouth, and I’m enthralled with how hot and needy she gets for me.
I groan in approval when her hips roll, sliding her slickened clit against my tongue.
Her whimpers of pleasure are driving me mad but getting the most out of this is impossible. I chuckle when she squeals as I pull her from the sofa and lay her out right in the middle of her living room.
“That’s just… so good,” she pants, as her fingers tangle in my hair.
I suck harder as I introduce two fingers into the mix. Her back arches, and I watch her heaving tits as she succumbs to her pleasure. She looks amazing, a slow flush spreading over her skin as I continue to lap and suck on her. The sounds change from need to reaching that point of it being too much, and I back away, licking my lips.
Her eyes are glassy when she looks down at me, a sweet smile on her face.
“Straddle my shoulders and fuck my mouth.”
I slow blink, my brain not tracking her request, but my cock fully understands, jerking and leaking from the tip.
“You’re sure?”
The quick nod of her head is all I need to slide up her body. First, I press my mouth to hers, falling a little harder when she doesn’t mind the taste of herself on my lips. It isn’t until she pulls away that I realize the tip of my cock is inside of her.