Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,22
into the sensitive arch of my foot, and God, it feels good. The other foot gets exactly the same treatment. “I think you’re in the wrong career.”
“Think I could make it in the big city as a masseuse?”
“Definitely.”
He grins. “Well, if I’m a masseuse, I have to make sure that you get your happy ending.”
Casey grabs my ankles and pulls my legs apart. “Not that kind of mass—”
My words dissolve into nothing because now his mouth is on me and I’ve forgotten every word in the English language. Searing heat licks up through my belly with the motion of his tongue, and I’m wet all over again. My body hasn’t quite recovered from the first orgasms of the night and is more than happy to push me close to another.
Fuck.
But as good as it feels, Casey isn’t in a hurry. The way he swirls his tongue over my clit is almost lazy. Slow and steady. Long strokes that cover my pussy and all the way up before he slides it back down.
After a minute I expect him to stop and move on. To be done with this part of sex. But he isn’t. He stays, pushing his tongue inside my entrance. The very movement makes me go blind with need. “You don’t have to do this,” I gasp out.
“What?”
“This,” I gesture to him between my legs and I manage to catch his gaze. With his eyes on mine, Casey deliberately seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard. It’s no longer lazy and playful. Now he’s feasting on me with determination, pushing me toward the cliff of my orgasm with relentless force. He doesn’t stop the delicious suction or the motions of his tongue.
My hips arch off the bed when he licks underneath, and I hear a satisfied groan. Then that’s the only spot he touches. Over and over and over, the one place that somehow feels better than everything else. Sparks dance behind my eyes and I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. Only try to feel everything. All of it.
Pleasure rushes in all at once, filling every crack and crevice, and my entire spine lifts off the bed in pleasure. Casey’s mouth is still sealed over me, and he doesn’t let me go even after the pleasure takes me. He keeps going until I’m nothing but a mess of shaking nerves, recovering from one of the best orgasms that I’ve ever had.
“I beg to differ,” Casey says, licking his lips. “I very much needed to do that.” He moves until his face is close to mine. “And I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
The depth in his voice tells me that he’s not lying. I hate the memories that keep flooding in. This isn’t the time that I want to relive them. But Tyler only went down on me when I practically begged him to. And even then, it wasn’t for long. He’d never made me come with just his mouth. Because he preferred regular sex and thought it was ‘better’ if we came together.
Together sometimes meant not at all for me, but it felt good enough. Most of the time I didn’t mind. The good times were good. I just assumed that everyone’s sex life had hills and valleys. Didn’t realize that things could truly be this…explosive. To me, that one night with Casey in the woods had been an anomaly. Barely real.
But here we were, recreating that bliss over and over again. It still doesn’t feel real.
Casey is looking at me again in that way that strips away all my defenses like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. But I don’t want him to see that. Right now, all I want him to see is me.
Like he knows, he positions himself between my legs. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
I shake my head. “I’ve been on the pill for years.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. Casey enters me with a speed that takes my breath away. Makes me moan. This is the first time like this. Both of us naked and free, unhurried and not hiding from the cold.
Our bodies are locked together, and he slips his arms under me, cradling my head in his hands as we fuck. It’s so much more than that, but I don’t dare call it anything else. We kiss, Casey’s tongue plunging deep into my mouth the same way is cock is striking me deep.
He’s bigger than he was the first time we were together. I’m stretched further, and I