Apparently, that doesn’t matter to him, accepting my response as permission, he rips the soft fabric straight down the middle so my breasts spill free and I’m left naked and spaced out in his arms. Kissing soft, sucking kisses on mybreasts, ribs, and stomach, he makes his way down to wedge his shoulders under my thighs. With no further warning, his mouth is on me, sucking at my swollen, sensitive nub and breaching my entrance with his tongue.
“Harry, I can’t,” I whine, too sensitive, too spent.
“You can, and you will,” he rumbles against me, the vibration running through my body and making me shiver.
“It’s too much.”
“Nothing’s too much,” he argues. “Not between you and me.”
Inexplicably, I come again. Not an explosive, body shattering orgasm but a gentle fall from the stratosphere. I whimper and pant through the pleasure and tug at Harry’s hair, urging him off me because I know I can’t take any more now. He climbs back up my body and kisses me long, the taste of my orgasms coating both of our tongues by the time he pulls away and rolls us so I’m on top.
“Now, ride me.”
EPILOGUE
“It was the gingerbread men; I can’t explain it.”
LISA
“I’m going to come!”
“That’s it. Give it up for me. Such a good wife.”
I stretch my arms above my head where I’m bent over the kitchen table and grip the edge on the other side. “Harry,” I moan his name as my pleasure peaks, my pussy clamping on his length as he pounds me hard and fast.
“Fuck, babe, I’m coming.”
“Fill me up,” I sigh, blissed out.
“Shit,” he curses through clenched teeth. “You know I love it when you talk like that.”
He stills and I feel him spill inside me, slumping over my back and kissing my neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, wife.” He straightens up, bringing me with him and slides out of me, pinning me to kiss my mouth with leisurely strokes of his tongue, like we have all the time in the world.
“Harry, we’re going to be late.”
“Then you shouldn’t have come downstairs to tempt me when we should’ve been leaving.”
“Tempt you?”
“It was the gingerbread men; I can’t explain it.”
We both look down at my dress where tumbling gingerbread men hold candy canes, gumdrop buttons and all stare back at us. I snort and slap his chest. “You’re a menace.”
“I’m a delight. Now, go sort yourself out, we can’t greet our children with sex hair.”
I pat my head in concern. “Have you messed up my hair?”
I pad to the hall mirror to check myself. My hair is still gently curled and with just a couple comb throughs with my fingers, it’s exactly how it was when I first came downstairs. I swipe my fingers under my eyes to catch where my makeup may have smudged slightly and within thirty seconds, Harry joins me looking none the worse for wear.
I roll my eyes at him because, honestly, it’s unfair. “I need to clean up.”
“Best make it quick, Mrs Forest. I’d hate to have to explain to our friends we were late because you needed my cock.”
I glare at his smirking face and run up the stairs to clean myself up. Harry’s waiting for me with my coat when I come back down and we walk hand in hand up the drive and down the road.
“Okay, be honest,” Harry says, the cold night air making his breath visible. “How annoyed are you that Nel and Mandy are hosting this year?”
