Unwrap Me. Susan Lyons
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The shorts cleared Nick’s hips and Jude let them drop so he could step free of them. Then she leaned forward to touch her tongue to the top of his penis, licking up a drop of salty liquid.
His fingers threaded through her hair. “What are you doing to me?” he choked out.
“Only good things.” She lapped the velvety crown daintily and then started down the shaft, following the vein that stood out, flicking her tongue across it, laving it with wet strokes.
He moaned. “Very good things.”
She circled him with her lips, able to encompass only half his length but compensating by using her hands to caress his shaft and fondle his balls. Gently she sucked and then released, vaguely aware that her timing matched that of the waves on the ocean CD. Aware, too, that her internal muscles were clenching and releasing, wanting him inside her.
His hands tightened in her hair, gripping hard but not enough to hurt, and his hips thrust a couple of times before he eased away. “You gotta stop now.”
“You can come.” Jude sat back on her heels, looking up at him. She was happy to give him that pleasure, hungry to taste his cum and confident he would take care of her needs after.
Nick’s cock jerked. He groaned, staring into her gleaming brown eyes. Man, those were magical words, spoken by a sexy woman whose every breath tickled his raging hard-on. His cock urged him to accept the offer.
But he’d been watching Jude all night, her skimpy bathing suit giving him wicked ideas. A couple scraps of seductive clothing could be even more provocative than naked flesh.
“I’ve got another way in mind,” he said.
“You do?” She looked intrigued.
He found a condom, sheathed himself, then kneeled behind her and unfastened her top. When he slid the straps over her shoulders, she gave an obliging wriggle, freeing her lush curves from the scanty cups. He tossed the top aside and reached around her body to squeeze her breasts gently, loving the soft, warm weight of them and feeling her nipples harden against his palms.
While his hands teased her front, he stared at her slim back. Broad shoulders, long, wavy black hair, the dip of her waist and then the flare of her hips, the firm cheeks of her butt. Cheeks bisected by a narrow strip of fabric, and plumped and spread as she sat on her heels.
“D’you know how sexy that thong is?” He leaned into her, his body urging her to bend forward, his erection lodging itself between her legs.
“Mmmm,” she breathed. “Nice.”
His hips pumped gently as he stroked up and down against the crotch of her thong. He let go of one breast and slid his hand inside the front of her bathing suit. His fingers caressed hot, wet, swollen flesh, and his thumb brushed her clit.
She pressed against him and whimpered.
His body nudged hers forward some more. Now she was on all fours, that sweet ass tilted toward him, her hips twisting as she ground herself against his hand. He let go of her other breast and pulled aside the fabric between her legs. One hand opened the slippery folds he’d been caressing. With the other he guided his cock to her pussy.
Then he was sliding inside while she tilted up to take him even deeper.
God, this was heaven.
Resting his hands on her hips, he began to pump in a slow, slippery, in-and-out motion, pulling out almost all the way, seeing his shaft emerge gleaming with moisture in the firelight, watching the taut curves of her bottom as she thrust toward him, urging him back into her.
Then surging forward until he’d buried himself deep in her center, a place so hot and welcoming he wanted to stay there forever. Or at least until the achy burn, the need for friction, made him move again.
Much as it was a turn-on to watch, he craved the feel of her. He leaned into her back, draping himself over her and bracing himself with one hand on the floor. She arched against him, adjusting her angle to match his, firm butt curving into his stomach. He brushed aside her hair so he could nuzzle and nibble her neck. Her breasts swayed with each movement, and he caught one in his free hand. So soft, so feminine and sensual.
He was breathing so hard he could barely gasp out, “You feel great.”
“You, too, Nick.” She sounded just as breathless.
His balls, slapping against her with each stroke, were tight with the need to climax. He couldn’t hold out much longer. Wishing he could touch all of her at once, he let go of her breast and went straight for her clit.
She whimpered—a high, needy sound—and he teased that swollen bud between his thumb and index finger until she writhed against him.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, yes.”
He nipped her neck, and she jerked. Her body surged and spasmed in climax, waves pulsing against his rigid cock, pulling him in.
He drew back and then let go in a series of powerful thrusts that brought a release he could feel in every cell of his body.
They both trembled with aftershocks until her arms gave out and she slumped onto the towel. He followed her down, managing to get an arm around her waist and turn her onto her side so he spooned her.
He moved her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck, lick the spot he’d nipped earlier. She murmured contentedly and squeezed his hand where it lay across her waist.
Cursing the need for condoms, he eased away from her so he could dispose of the damned thing. Oh, well, he still had a couple more items on his agenda for the night. “Back in a minute.”
In the kitchen, he used the microwave to brew up two mugs of rich hot chocolate. A few miniature marshmallows went on top, and he added candy canes as stir sticks.
The clock on the microwave told him it was after midnight. Day four, and time for the four calling birds.
When he returned to the living room, Jude had pulled a light blanket over herself. “Chilly?”
She smiled up at him, looking lazy, content. So damn beautiful he couldn’t believe his luck. “A little. Without you to keep me warm.”
Quickly he changed CDs, putting in the one with the bird calls, and then went to sit beside her. “I have something to warm you up.”
“Again? So soon?” she teased.
He chuckled. “Sorry, I’m not twenty any more. Give me a few minutes. And in the meantime, sit up and close your eyes.”
She pushed herself up, draping the blanket over her shoulders, and raised her eyebrows.
“You’ll like it. It’s my favorite way to end an evening at the beach.”
Obligingly she closed her eyes, and he took her hand and put a mug in it. “Sip slowly. It’s hot.” He heard the first track, a melodic bird song, end.
When she’d taken a sip, she said, “Yum, nice. Is it that After Eight hot chocolate?”
“Close. Peppermint hot chocolate.”
“I didn’t know you could buy that.” She opened her eyes and then frowned when she saw the candy cane. “Wait a minute, I said no Christmas stuff.”
He avoided pointing out that she’d unwrapped her Secret Santa gift. “It’s only a stir stick. A harmless peppermint stir stick. Doesn’t it make the hot chocolate taste great?” In the background, some bird was giving a haunting, melancholy call. That track ended, and another started, this one a happy, spring-like trill.
“It does,” she admitted, the frown line in her forehead easing.
He grinned to himself as she swooshed the candy cane around in the drink and then sucked on it. Just wait until he used his own peppermint stick to tease her sexy pussy. She’d become a candy-cane convert.
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