She squeals, her hands scrambling for the blanket as she sinks even lower into the couch. I reach down and hook my hand under her knee, pulling it up onto the couch. She lies down on the couch, and her legs naturally open, beckoning me closer.
“Because…” I say as I lower myself between her creamy, thick thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of all the ways I could touch you…” My finger trails down her neck as she sucks in a breath. “Taste you…” Leaning down, I bite her nipple through her clothes as her back arches off the couch. “Tease you…” She grinds up into me as my hand travels down her thigh and hooks underneath the flimsy material of her shorts.
“Ryatt, I…” She gasps as my fingers slide lower into her shorts, gripping her ass, and squeezing. “I’m not good…”
I lean down, running my nose along her neck, inhaling her scent. That frosted cranberries warmed in brown sugar and vanilla has me wanting to lick every single inch of her to see if she tastes as good as she smells. “Not good at what?” I whisper against her ear before nipping her lobe.
“Ah!” Her hands scramble for purchase, looking for something to grip. “Gods, it’s so hard to focus with everything you’re doing.”
“Hmm,” I murmur as I kiss along her jawline, one hand twisting into her amber curls, tightening my grip on them so I can direct her head where I want it. “In the name of whispered confessions, maybe I should give you one of my own? Don’t you think?”
I lift up, looking down into those melted caramel eyes as she blinks up at me, nodding her head slowly, as she pants. “My fantasy is covering your body in whipped cream and melted chocolate. So I can take my time enjoying two of my favorite desserts.”
A tiny crease forms between her eyebrows as she tilts her head. “Sundaes and you. Because even though I’ve never tasted you, I already know you’ll be my favorite.”
Her pupils dilate even more, her iris is a thin band around the pools of darkness as her eyes flick between my own. “Ryatt, surely you can’t be serious?” I can feel her walls coming back up. Fear of what I’ll think when I see her without clothes on or maybe it’s something deeper…
I grind my hardened dick into her, feeling the moisture from her even through our clothes. “Does this feel like I’m joking?”
Her mouth rounds into an O as I rock my hips a few times. “Nothing,” I thrust hard once. “I ever do when it comes to you is a joke.” I thrust again as she mewls. “Nothing, Berry. My world begins and ends with you.”
“Ryatt,” she gasps, her fingers searching for something to cling to before she settles on my shirt, jerking me down until our lips are a breath apart. “I need you. Every part of you. Show me how it feels to be loved by someone like you…even if this magical spell breaks, I want these memories.”
“Oh, there won’t be any spell breaking.” I say as my fingers slip past the hem of her shorts and slide along the band of her underwear, damp with her arousal.
I tease her lips, skirting along them without dipping in. She thinks she’s panting and ready. But I want her wanton and begging as I lick her over and over. There’s no rush, no deadline (at least not here), so I plan to draw this out as long as I possibly can.
My thumb hooks into the crotch of her shorts and underwear, and I yank. Pulling a gasp from her and a chuckle from me.
“Ryatt! What are you doing?” She reaches down attempting to pull them back up. “There’s lights on?! And we are in the living room?”
My eyebrow hooks up as I smirk. “And?”
“You don’t want to see this,” she gestures at her body, her hand waving over the top of it. “It’s gross and you’ll walk out if you see it. Can we go to the bedroom with the lights off? I really want this, but I can’t face rejection.”
Using a bit of my strength, I rip her shorts, the flimsy fabric falling to the couch. Holly tries to scramble away, reaching for her blanket, until I rip that away too.
“Let’s get one thing straight, here and now.” I growl as I splay my hand across her stomach. “There isn’t a single, and I fucking mean, a single thing wrong with you.”
I scoot back on the couch, moving until I’m eye level with her glistening cunt. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you, over…” my tongue swipes out. “And over again, just how sexy you are to me. Then I’ll find the man who taught you that you weren’t and show him just what he lost.”
She looks down at me, eyes wide, as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I can see the curiosity there. I’ve at least managed to move her a little further away from fear.
Holly is a Goddess from this angle, all the dips and curves only add to her beauty. I just worry once she sees my truth, in the light, that she’ll be the one running away.
Should I tell her before we go any further? Probably. But like she said earlier, we both want this before the magic breaks. Even though I don’t want it to, it’s still there in the back of my mind that she just might be the one who breaks it.
I can’t focus on that now. If this is my first and last time, then it better be the time I show her exactly what it’s like to be treated like the Goddess she is. Not how some fuckboy taught her.
With renewed focus, I use my fingers to spread her glistening, swelling lips. I doubt I’ll make it as far as I claim, because as hard as I am, I’m already ready to rut into her.
I flatten my tongue, swiping straight up her seam. Moaning at her sweetness, the nectar that I swear tastes just as she smells. Those frosted cranberries coated in brown sugar. My Goddess, this can’t be real. I’ve been with countless rein chasers, elves who dream of landing a Sugarplum Prince, and none of them have ever tasted like this.
I dive back in, feasting on her as if it’s cheat day on my diet and fresh cookies just came out of the oven.
Between the licks and my fingers thrusting up into her, Holly is chanting my name into the ceiling. My dick is painful as it’s smashed against the zipper of my jeans. I can’t help but rock against the couch, anything for a smidge of relief.
“That’s it Berry, give it to me.” She thrashes her head from side to side.
