“Mmm. You’ve got a magicmouth…”
He said nothing, just used his magic mouth to make my eyes roll back and my pussyclench.
I wanted him to fuck me, but maybe that was too rude? I glanced toward the foyer; I could hear the party, the voices and music in the distance, but no one seemed to becoming.
“Should we… uh… be doing this inhere…?”
“Please,” he said, between licks. “It’s Zane’s couch. It would be depressed… if it didn’t get any action… atChristmas.”
Igiggled.
His big hands pressed down on my inner thighs and his thumbs spread me open, and he drilled his tongue into me, making me forget about anything else. Then he lapped his tongue up and sucked on my clit. He kissed me and then sucked on me again, kinda groaning as he didit.
“Jude… you’re gonna make mecome…”
My whole body was starting toshake.
“Yeah, babe,” he murmured, kissing me again. “Missed this fuckin’ pussy…” He sucked on me again. His tongue played with my clit and swirledaround…
When the orgasm gripped me, I gasped and plunged my hands into his hair. I held him to me as he sucked on me, as the waves of pleasure rolled through mybody.
“Yeah…” he murmured. “This pussy ismine…”
I never would’ve thought words like that out of a man’s mouth would turn me on so damnmuch.
“You can have my pussy, Jude,” I said with a sigh, giving in to the fact as I collapsed on the couch. Really, my pussy had never been able to resist him. “But what about the rest ofme?”
“Yeah…” he said, his hands sliding up over my curves. He drifted his fingers up my throat and into my mouth; I bit down lightly on his fingertips as his eyes met mine. “That’s all mine,too.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jude
It was Sunday,the morning of Christmas Eve, when I woke up withRoni.
It was the first morning we’d ever woken up together. The first time one of us had spent the night in the other’s bed. We were at my place, where I’d brought her after Zane’s party lastnight.
Although… as it turned out, I wasn’t exactly in bed withRoni.
Just her candy cane panties and a hint of her sex kittenperfume.
I heard the clinking of dishes and smelledtoast.
I got up, pulled on some briefs and a T-shirt, and wandered toward the smell of food. This place had definitely never felt more like a home than when I found Roni Webber in the kitchen, wearing one of my T-shirts, making me breakfast in thesunlight.
“Oh, hey,” she said, perking up when I walked in. “You want sometoast?”
“Sure.”
She grinned and popped a couple of slices in the toaster for me. Then I swept her up in my arms. I kissed her a few times, softly. Lips, cheeks, eyelids,nose.
“Sorry,” she said softly, “I’m really not much of a chef and you don’t have much for groceries, but I made do. There’s some fruit sliced up. And by the way, if you want a girl to make you breakfast after you fuck her brains out, you might wanna buy some eggs orsomething.”
“What can I say…” I kissed her cheek again and let her go. “I eat on the go a lot. I’m not home much. And I don’t want girls cooking mebreakfast.”
Her facefell.
“Shit. Except you, V. I meant, exceptyou.”
