I cocked a brow.
The outfit, packed condoms…
She was totally planning on this.
“You knew…”
Her smile was wide and she sat up, crossing her legs in front of her.Her hair fell over her chest, hiding her from me, but that was ok.I could deal.
For now.
“What?That I had to kiss you, and had to invite you to my bed, so I was going to have to obviously go the next step?Yeah, I had thoughts.Now hurry up, Rore.”
Bless my girl and her planning.
I pulled the toiletry bag close and found her makeup bag inside, unzipping one of the compartments and hoping against all hope that it was the right one.There were so many zippers on this thing.
Sure enough, nestled inside near brushes and mascara was a good handful of condoms.Woman came prepared.
I grabbed them all and walked back to the bed, ripping one open and dropping the others to the ground, sheathing myself quickly.I crawled back over her until I lay beside her on my side, a hand on her stomach and my lips to her shoulder.She turned on her side, facing me, and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered around a smile.
“Merry Christmas, indeed,” I spoke into her shoulder.I pressed another kiss there before rising above her yet again.Back between her knees I kneeled, this time with the intent of pulling off the now drenched lace from between her legs.
I tugged and she lifted her ass, allowing me to pull them down.She brought her knees up and I fully pulled the lace off, tossing them somewhere along the floor to reside with the lost teddy.Who the hell knew where?Not me, not when Emily dropped both her legs open, exposing her glistening pink folds to me.
I tasted her on my fingers but I needed my mouth on her.It was one thing I hadn’t been given the last time we were together and I was damn well taking it now.At least for a moment.
I ran my fingers up her slick folds, the very tip of my middle finger playing along the underside of her clit.
“Rory…”
Emily’s eyes were closed again and her hands were fisted in the sheets.
“You want more of that, Emy?”I nearly choked on my tongue with the stutter of her name but she did nothing to correct me so I let it go.I flicked my finger over her clit again and she groaned.
“Rory…” she said again.“It’s sensitive.”
Not wanting to hurt her, I moved my hand so the pad of my thumb covered her, pressing lightly then rolling.“That better?”
She moaned her approval and with my thumb on her, I rearranged my body to lay between her legs with a prime viewing spot.
I breathed her in.Even if I didn’t know how wet she was, I could smell her and it was fucking intoxicating.I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then her other, before moving my hands to hold down her hips.
Then, with slow precision, ran the flat of my tongue up her folds, the tip of my tongue circling her clit.Again I did it.And again.Until finally I sucked the engorged bud into my mouth.
Emily’s hands moved from the sheets to grip my wrists, keeping my hands in place on her hips.I was cool with that.My hand already discovered her.It was my mouth’s turn and damn if I wasn’t enjoying myself.
Wanting to give her clit a reprieve, I moved my mouth back down to her pussy opening, dipping my tongue inside and lapping up her wetness.I sucked on her pussy lips, moved my tongue over her, then dipped my tongue back in.Quick little thrusts with my tongue all while breathing her in.
Her nails were digging into my wrists.Wouldn’t be much longer now…
But I needed to feel her coming around my cock.I deprived myself of that last time with my prematurity—Goddamn, I wasn’t going to remind myself of that—so before I could let her find her release, I pulled my mouth away.
I fished one hand out from her grip so I could guide the head of my cock to her entrance, coating the head with her slick juices before nudging myself right.There.
I took her hand in mine and, as I lay over her, thrusting deep into her warm envelope in one long push, brought our hands up to the pillow beside her head, my fingers interlocking with hers.
