Without warning, he drops to his knees in front of me, his large hands gripping my thighs as he spreads them apart.
“Beckham—” I gasp, startled by the sudden movement.
“Been thinking about this all fucking night,” he growls, his hot breath ghosting over the lace between my legs. “Wondering if you'd taste like Christmas.”
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my thong, yanking it down my legs with such force I'm surprised it doesn't tear. I step out of it, still in my heels, as he tosses it aside.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I obey, steadying myself as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely to him. The Christmas tree lights in the corner cast a soft, multicoloredglow across his face as he looks up at me, his eyes hungry.
“Gonna eat this pussy until you scream,” he promises, then leans forward and licks long and slow up my center.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure jolts through me.
He groans against me; the vibration sending shivers up my spine. His tongue circles my clit before sucking it between his lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to make my knees buckle.
“Beck—oh god—” I moan, my head falling back as he devours me like a man starved.
His hands grip my ass, pulling me harder against his mouth as his tongue delves inside me. I can feel his beard scratching against my inner thighs, the slight burn only adding to the already overwhelming sensation.
“Ride my face,” he growls against my pussy, the command sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
I roll my hips, grinding against his mouth as he continues his assault on my body. His fingers dig into my flesh, guiding my movements, showing me exactly how he wants me to use him.
The Christmas tree lights dance across our skin—red, green, blue, gold—casting us in an ethereal glow. I rake my nails through his hair, gripping the dark curls and tugging hard enough to make him groan.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” I moan, looking down to meet his eyes as I grind against his tongue.
The sight of him on his knees, face buried between my thighs, eyes dark with desire as he stares up at me—it's almost too much.
The intensity makes me shudder as his tongue delvesdeeper, lapping at my entrance before plunging inside over and over. My thighs start to tremble, and I'm not sure how much longer I can stand.
“Fuck, Beckham, your tongue—” I gasp as he pushes it in and out, fucking me with it while his nose bumps against me. “I'm gonna?—”
He growls against my pussy; the vibration sends zings through my body. His hands squeeze my ass harder, holding me in place as his tongue moves faster, deeper, hitting spots inside me that make my vision blur.
“That's it,” he mumbles against me, never breaking his rhythm. “Give it to me, baby.”
The pressure builds, white-hot and overwhelming. When he slides one thick finger alongside his tongue, curling it, I shatter. My orgasm crashes through me in violent waves, my body convulsing as I cry out his name.
“Beckham! Fuck, fuck, fuck?—”
My legs give out, but he holds me up, never stopping as he works me through it, drinking down everything I give him. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he sucks my hood between his lips, biting softly and I'm coming again.
I'm still trembling when he finally pulls back, his beard glistening with my arousal in the lights. His chest heaves as he stands, and I can see his cock straining against his pajama pants, the outline thick and hard.
I drop to my knees, reaching for his waistband, desperate to return the favor. “Let me?—”
“No.” His voice is firm as he catches my wrists. “Tonight is all about you.”
I look up at him, confused. “But you're?—”
“I'm going to eat this pussy until you pass out,” hegrowls, hauling me to my feet. “That's my fucking Christmas present to myself.”
Before I can argue, he scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing, one arm under my knees, the other supporting my back. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me toward the bedroom, my body still tingling from my orgasms.
“You don't have to—” I start, but he cuts me off with a look that makes my words die in my throat.
