Page 55 of Claiming His Christmas Angel

“Lie back, Octavia.”

“Lie back? Why on earth do you want me to do that?”

“Because I’m about to enjoy my dessert.”

“But I haven’t even brought it out yet. And I think it most inappropriate for you to make me lie down on the dining room table in this manner, your grace.” Her words echoed with a mixture of confusion, trepidation, embarrassment, and irritation.

“But you’ll lie down, nonetheless.”

Atticus gave her a gentle push backward, while one knee pushed her legs apart far enough for him to stand between them. Grabbing a chair, he pulled it toward him, then leaned over her. Hands pressing into the table on either side of her head, Atticus kissed her gently. She uttered a soft sigh of pleasure, her hands cupping his face as her lips parted beneath his. It was an invitation he accepted without hesitation, and his tongue swept into the warmth of her mouth. She tasted sweet and fiery at the same time.

A familiar hunger streaked its way through his blood as he teased a response from her. Despite her murmur of protest, he trailed a line of feathery kisses along her jaw. Fingers lightly caressing the rounded tops of her breasts, he followed each touch with a light kiss. When his mouth found the valley between her breasts, he slid his tongue in and out of the narrow slit in rapid strokes.

With each lick of her flesh, his head was filled with images of his cock slamming into her hot channel. She would be tight, her muscles contracting over him until he exploded inside her. The thought almost made him forget why he’d made her lie back on the table. Above his head, her tiny mewl of delight ruffled his hair in a warm breeze. With one foot, he pulled the chair closer and sank into the seat. She murmured a protest the instant he retreated from her. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she eyed him with bewilderment.

“Whatever are you doing, Atticus,” she said with a small huff of irritation. “I was enjoying you kissing me.”

Eager to discover how she would respond to his more intimate kisses, he ran his hands up along her legs until his fingers were digging gently into the plump skin of her hips.

“You have the most delicious, lush legs and thighs, Aphrodite,” he rasped.

Pink color darkened her cheeks at his compliment, followed by a small gasp as Atticus bent his head to kiss inside the uppermost part of one thigh and then the other. Above his head, he heard her inhale a loud gasp filled with not just shock, but excitement, too. He looked up, and his gaze locked with hers as he gently forced her to spread her legs wide to expose her completely. The moment his gaze settled on her wet sex, he dragged in a harsh breath.

“Sweet Jesus, do you have any idea how beautiful and tantalizing your body is?

His voice was hoarse as he studied her beautiful pink folds for a long moment, then jerked his gaze up to take in her expression. Shock had stained her cheeks a fiery red, but her gray eyes were bright with anticipation. The only reply she made was a small shake of her head, her mouth parted slightly as if wanting to speak but unable to find her voice. His mouth watered as he looked back down at her sex.

God, he’d never wanted any other woman as much as he wanted her. Swallowing hard, he fought back the need growing inside him, knowing if he were to make tonight as painless as possible for her, she had to be aching for him as badly as he ached for her at this precise moment. The only way to ensure that was to arouse her bit by bit until she sobbed for him to complete her.

“Do you remember what I said about fucking you with my mouth, Aphrodite?” His eyes met her gray ones, and he smiled as they widened in shocked, scandalized disbelief.

“Oh dear God,” she breathed, then shook her head vehemently. “I don’t think—”

“I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought about seeing you like this, sweetheart,” he murmured as he lowered his head and brushed his lips across her stomach. She gasped as his mouth trailed a slow path down to her sex.

“Atticus, I don’t…I’m not sure—”

Her words ended with a cry of pleasure as his tongue licked at her hot, silky folds. Low and throaty, she moaned with delight as he probed her tight channel. After several deep strokes of his tongue exploring her folds, he turned his attention to the small bud on the edge of her sex. With a single flick of his tongue, he succeeded in pulling a low moan of ecstasy past her lips.

It was followed by a wild, keening cry as his teeth scraped over the swollen nub. Sobbing his name, she writhed against his mouth as he clamped his lips down on the plump flesh and sucked. In seconds, her body sent a hot stream of cream across his tongue. Christ Jesus, she was the most responsive woman he’d ever known.

Tart and tangy, her hot essence filled his mouth. She tasted as wonderful as he’d imagined she would. The hunger he’d been living with for more than three months made him explore her slick, velvety folds like a man who’d just found an unexpected treasure trove of delicious honey. Her hands slid through his hair as he feasted on her, while she sobbed his name in between gasps and wild cries of ecstasy.

Almost as if her pleasure was too intense, her hips shifted as if trying to escape his lips and tongue. Refusing to let her squirm away from him, his fingers bit into lush thighs to hold her in place, all the while he reveled at her abandoned response to his intimate caresses. With each stroke of his tongue, her reaction intensified and grew.

Sensual, tantalizing, and beautiful, she was the epitome of womanly passion, and he loved her all the more for it. She had submitted herself to his carnal touch without hesitation or resistance. Above his head she sobbed his name in between husky cries of raw, primal rapture. Every cry that passed her lips sent satisfaction surging through him. Plump hips bucked upward as his tongue probed her silky depths with one leisurely caress after another.

God, but she tasted good, and the way she responded to him was beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Her passionate moans had softened to mere whimpers of delight. While he loved the sound, he wanted to hear her call out his name again with that achy need in her voice he found so arousing. Determined to renew her cries, he nipped at the bud of her sex. She screamed his name as he swirled his tongue around the hot button, then with a gentle bite, he sucked on it.

Ecstasy filled her voice as she cried out his name in an exquisite cry of rapture, followed by a small shudder. The tremor pulsated against his mouth until his lips were tingling pleasantly. Triumph engulfed him as the small shudder was followed by another tremor and another until she began to writhe and buck wildly on the table.

Reaching upward as he continued to pleasure her, his fingers slid between hers to hold her hand tight in his. Her fingers flexed then clinched around his with unbelievable strength as she jerked then grew rigid. In the next breath, she shuddered violently, his name pealing out of her like a bell ringing madly. With a scream, she climaxed, and hot cream shot over his tongue for a second time.

This orgasm was even more powerful than her first, and Atticus drank from her until her tremors had almost abated. With one last stroke of his tongue across her folds, he kissed the inside of her thighs, then straightened upright in his chair. Clearly spent with pleasure, she lay on the table in front of him, her eyes closed and a small smile of satiation curving her lips.

The frantic beat of his heart thundered in his ears while his cock shouted and clamored its demand for satisfaction. Need pounded against every muscle in his body as he ached to bury himself inside her. Shuddering, he swallowed hard as he fought back the urge to take her now.

No, not like this. He’d promised himself he would make tonight unforgettable for her. Fucking her on the dining room table like a whore was not how he wanted her to remember their first time together. But he knew it was imperative to ease his own suffering or he might lose control where she was concerned. Fingers fumbling feverishly with the buttons of his trousers, Atticus released his hard erection.