The corner of my lip tugs, because I want to smile but don’t want to appear that my ego is getting a boost.
Ah, what the hell.
“I think this tooth fairy deserves a reward,” I mention.
April giggles as she adjusts her body and sits on top of me, wiggling her hips and creating friction against my cock before she slips down my body. She playfully brushes her lips along the waist of my jeans, tugging the button free, and her tongue hits the corner of her mouth in the process.
She peeks down into my boxer briefs before pulling them lower. The moment her lips wrap around my tip, my eyes instantly close from the feeling of her tongue gliding along my length.
I groan from the sensation. “You should go on every bad list of every fictitious character there is.”
April pulls off for one second with swollen lips, her breathing labored. “I bet Santa has a whip.” Then she’s back on me.
I cradle her head between my hands, gently guiding her and holding her when she decides to take me deep.
Her eagerness only ups the ante, but it’s watching her that is the true bonus of this moment.
“Right there,” I breathe out as she finds the perfect movement.
This is going to be short-lived if I don’t do something, but I want to be selfish. I’m allowed to be, I remind myself. Especially when I know I’ll make it up to her another time.
And fuck me, because I’m already anticipating another time. I don’t think this is how we planned this whole situation to go.
She moans, and any logic exits my brain because she brings me back to the moment where there isn’t a care in the world, just us having fun.
“April,” I warn. “Be a good girl.”
She understands and wraps her lips tighter around me. I swear I see colors in the air when I unload into her mouth, stroking her head as she works harder, and her eyes seek approval because that’s who April is, a pleaser.
“You like that? Hmm? Taking every last drop?” I grit out as my climax overpowers me, especially when I feel her swallow.
With purpose, she slowly licks up my length until she circles my tip for good measure, creating space with a satisfied look. She walks her long fingers up my torso as I lie there, completely relaxed.
“There is no other way to do it,” she rasps.
“You could leave me hanging.”
She waves her finger in front of my face. “Ah-ah, I wouldn’t dream of that since I have every intention of being repaid.”
April begins to shift her way up my body with her knees on either side of me, straddling me.
“Why, whatever can I do to such a wicked girl?” I play along.
“You tell me. You are the one with magical powers tonight.”
I feel my energy kickstart again, or it’s the fact that I can feel she is ready for me where her pussy rests against my ribs.
A smirk possesses my lips. “Sit on my face, let me taste how much you’re turned on from fucking me with your mouth.”
She blushes but willingly moves until my head is trapped between her thighs, her pussy within a breath’s distance, and I smell her sweet honey arousal. She glances down at me, maybe unsure or maybe to taunt me.
I kiss her inner thigh, tugging aside her skimpy sleep shorts to expose her core.
“Don’t set yourself up for failure, sailor,” she taunts, a phrase she said to me once on that very first night.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I promise. “Bite into your arm if you need to, we can’t have you noisy, and I intend to eat you like a meal before my dick is buried deep inside of you.”
Her eyes enlarge slightly and look impressed. “Don’t go too crazy, I need to walk back to my room after this.”
