My eyes shut, back arching off the bed as he worked, my hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if there were space between us that needed to be filled.
Jonah moaned against me, the noise vibrating through me. His spare hand undid his trousers, the desperate rattle of a belt hitting metal buttons as he dove south to work himself, too eager to wait any longer.
“Jonah,’ I gasped his name, the knot growing tighter. He stopped for a second, pulling away as I almost whimpered at the loss. Jonah took barely a second to pull down my thong before he returned, hand gripping tightly at my thigh.
I wrapped my legs around his neck as I grew closer, every movement of his mouth bringing me to the edge. The swipe of his stubbled jaw against my thigh, how he sucked at me, lapping with his tongue.
He moved, adjusting to line up two fingers at my entrance.
“Don’t tease,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“Who’s telling me what they want now?” he said, peering up, the flash of a cocky smile on his lips. With a deep press, he was inside of me, his mouth back on my clit. His fingers curled, careful, slow, and expertly placed. He knew how to drive me wild.
I came undone, the orgasm pulling at the muscles in my body, dragging the breath from my lungs as pleasure electrifiedevery nerve. My thighs tightened around his head, keeping him close. He didn’t stop, working me through the climax.
“Keep going, baby,” he said, adding a second finger. “I want another.”
“Are you demanding or asking?” I managed to breathe out, looking down at him for a moment.
The sight of him on his knees, his head barely raised from between my thighs, his hand working inside me, was almost enough to do it.
He raised an eyebrow, the smile a little twisted. “Demanding.”
I didn’t lower back down to the bed, instead I held his gaze, even as he lowered back to my clit. I watched him as he worked, one hand propping me up, the other on my breast as I let another orgasm build.
“Look at you,” I said, my voice low. “So good on your knees.” His pace quickened, his grip on my thigh so tight I hoped it might bruise. “So desperate to make me come again.”
He moaned against me, the slutty little noise from him the final straw to push me right back over the edge. This time, it hit hard and fast. The feeling shook my entire body, curling at my toes, my hands fisting in his hair, pulling him close as I rode both the orgasm and his mouth.
I came crashing down, drained and used up. Still between my legs, Jonah moved only to press a trail of kisses down my thigh, his hand skimming up and down my other leg.
“Come here,” I said softly, needing his warm body pressed against mine. He obliged, lying down next to me, the mattress dipping under his weight, and pulling me into his chest. His mouth found mine, the taste of me still on his lips. I deepened the kiss, losing myself in him again. I was exhausted but far from finished with him.
Instead, I pushed, pinning him to the bed while I climbed on top, straddling him underneath me, his hard cock aligned perfectly.
His eyes rolled backwards as I ground forward, feeling his thickness between my thighs.
“Are you trying to make me come in my pants?” He barely managed the words as I moved again.
“Absolutely.” I grinned. I wanted to be full of him, feel that squeeze as he pushed inside of me. His fingers were good, but it wasn’t enough. “Do you have a condom?”
Jonah shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting…I haven’t, you know.”
Disappointment tainted my buzz of energy, but I shook it away. More for later. “I guess we’ll have to wait.” I smiled, grinding down along him again.
He hissed through his teeth, “Is that okay?”
“I like my presents wrapped.” Leaning forward, I kissed down his neck, admiring his well-defined muscles, his carved shoulders as I made my way down his body. Every part of him was perfection, slim and hard to touch. He shivered as I ran my fingers down to the line of his throat, across his collarbone, mesmerized by the beauty of him.
I wanted more of him. Needed more.
“You know,” he said with a chuckle, his hand stroking my hair, pushing it back behind my ear. “I didn’t expect to be spending my Christmas Eve this way.”
“What?” I asked. “Lying naked with the neighbour from the holiday rental next door?”
He laughed again, the noise a husky thing that vibrated through his body. “It was very much not on the cards.”
I drew small circles around his chest, teasing. “Before I moved in next door, you mean?”
