“If we do this…” I whisper, my forehead resting against hers, “it’s just for one night.”
Her eyes flick to my mouth, then back to mine. “One night,” she repeats softly. “I can do that.”
The words barely leave her mouth before I crash into her again.
Our lips meet hard, messy, desperate. She tastes like peppermint and heat and everything I’d been craving since I met her. I back her against the couch, hands already yanking her tank over her head. Bras hit the floor next, then shorts, panties, everything gone in seconds until there was nothing between us but sweat and want.
I push her down and straddled her thigh, grinding once, twice, just to feel how soaked she already is. She moans into my mouth, nails digging into my hips, pulling me closer. I break thekiss only long enough to growl against her lips, “Sit on my face. I want your pussy on my mouth right fucking now.”
Her eyes grow huge and glassy. “Mhm, you don’t have to ask me twice.”
I slide to the floor, back against the drop cloth, heart hammering. Heaven crawls over me, knees trembling as she straddles my chest. I grab her ass and pull her forward until she hover right above my lips. She is dripping, folds swollen and glistening, and I can’t wait another second.
“Sit,” I order.
She drops. Her wet heat seals over my mouth and I groan at the first taste, salty-sweet and perfect. My tongue plunges up her slit, slow and filthy, circling her clit before sucking it hard between my lips. Heaven cries out, hands slamming against the couch arm above my head, hips already rocking.
“Sutton, fuck, your mouth.”
I lick her like I am starving. Long, flat strokes up her center, then quick flicks over her clit, then thrusting my tongue deep inside her. She’s flooding my chin, thighs shaking around my ears. I spread her wider, thumbs opening her completely, and devoured her. Every time she tries to lift off I yank her back down, tongue spearing into her, nose grinding against her clit.
I slide a finger in alongside my tongue. She is so wet they sink straight to the knuckles. I curl them hard, stroking that spot that made her sob my name. Her hips buck wildly, riding my face, chasing it. I add a second finger, stretching her, pumping fast while I suck her clit like I want to bruise it.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I hum against her clit and curl my fingers harder. She shatters. Her pussy clamps down, pulsing hot and wet around my fingers, gushing over my tongue as she screams. I keeplicking, keep fucking her through every wave until she is shaking so hard she nearly collapses.
Heaven falls forward, catching herself on trembling arms, curls brushing my forehead. I kiss her soaked inner thigh, licking my lips clean.
She laughs breathlessly. “Holy fuck.” Then her eyes darken again. “I need to taste you. Sixty-nine. Now.”
My pussy clenches so hard I almost come from the words alone. “Get on your back.”
She flips us fast. I climb over her, knees on either side of her head, lowering slowly until my dripping pussy hovers above her mouth. The first swipe of her tongue makes me see stars. She groans like she’s been waiting years to taste me, hands gripping my thighs and yanking me down hard.
I drop forward, mouth finding her again, still dripping from her orgasm. We move together instantly, my tongue on her clit, hers on mine, fingers sliding back inside each other at the same time. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds and broken moans. Every time she sucks my clit I suck hers harder. Every time I thrust my tongue she thrusts hers. I add three fingers, stretching her open, and she mirrors me, filling me so perfectly I cried out into her pussy.
We are frantic. Hips grinding, mouths devouring, fingers pumping in perfect rhythm. I can feel her swelling again, clit throbbing under my tongue. She curls her fingers hard inside me and sucks my clit between her lips and I am gone. I come with a muffled scream, squirting against her mouth, thighs clamping around her head. She swallows every drop and keeps licking, pushing me straight into another shuddering orgasm.
The taste of her coming again right after, walls fluttering around my fingers, her cry vibrating against my clit, sends me spiraling a third time.
We collapse sideways, panting, mouths still lazily licking, riding the aftershocks. Paint flakes stick to our sweaty skin. The Christmas tree lights blink lazily in the corner.
I eventually roll off, chest heaving. Heaven turns her head, lips swollen and shiny with me, that innocent face completely wrecked.
“That was insane,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I manage.
We both know what it was. Mind-blowing. One-time. Just a hookup.
And right then, sprawling naked on the drop cloth with her taste still on my tongue, it feels absolutely perfect.
10
MERRY CHRISTMAS
CHRISTMAS DAY
