Page 18 of Miss Christmas

“So it’s going to be like that, is it?”

“Like what?”

“A contest of wills.”

“A contest of one Will and one Scarlet. And the red-hot lady wins every time.” She smiled and he laughed as he tore the tie from his neck and started unbuttoning his shirt. He’d already shed his coat and jacket and shoes and now she watched him take off his starched white shirt, then unbuckle his expensive and well-tailored dress pants.

Anticipation was exquisite and painful, she found, even as he pulled off his pants and T-shirt and stood before her only in his boxers. And those boxers were well filled out, leaving little to the imagination about his state of arousal. A blush of desire swept through her, raising her temperature beyond her ability to be patient.

“Come over here.” She longed to pull down his boxers and unwrap that package.

But he tugged them off and stepped out of them faster than she could take her next breath. Or maybe it was that her breath was caught up somewhere between astonished and orgasmic. Maybe she was having a damn seizure at the sight of him. He knelt on the bed in front of her to give her a closer look. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. Resisting the urge to wipe her mouth because she felt like she must be drooling, she cleared her throat.

“My God. You’re gorgeous.”

“I could say the same.” He reached out and ran his fingers over the top of her bra across the tingling skin of her breasts. Her heart started tapping in earnest, in time with her throbbing pussy. She leaned in as he snaked his hand around her back and with a snap of his fingers unhooked her bra.

If she’d had any doubt that he was a player before, that expert move cemented him as a professional lady-killer. He was the James Bond of New York City’s young corporate executive set. She ought to fear for her life, but her pussy screamed at her to allow it to become his next victim right here and now.

As she slipped the bra over her arms, he wasted no time skimming his hands down her body, over her ribs, not stopping at her hips, then dipping his thumbs into the top of her panties. He slid them down her thighs and she pulled her legs from the constraining garment. He flung the panties over his shoulder and leaned forward over her, holding himself up on his elbows so that their bodies didn’t touch. Except for his hot, slick, protruding dick, playing against her tummy.

Arching up, she grabbed hold of him and was gratified with the hiss of air from his lungs. The hot and heavy feel of him in her hand made her heart stutter into high gear, sending a delicious wave of need between her thighs. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

“You may want to let go of that for a minute.” His voice was tight and she felt the vibration in his arms as he held himself over her. She didn’t let go. Instead she squeezed and caressed the silky object of her desire, down to his balls and then back up to the creamy tip.

“God, Scarlet. You’re killing me.” His eyes closed and she was torn between wanting to watch him lose control and wanting to have him inside her, pulsing against her sweet spot. Her sweet spot won and forced her to arch up and rub against him.

He jerked and sucked in a breath then took control, coming back up onto his knees and backing away, moving between her legs. As he took his mesmerizing cock from her reach, she tried reaching out to recapture him, but he pressed her back down, his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples before sliding back down her body.

“Will, I need to touch you.”

“Not as much as I need to touch you. I’m a big believer in ladies first.” He smiled as he lowered his face to her body and let his tongue loose on her flushed skin. The exquisite feel of his tongue lapping her nipple shot through her and she whimpered.

His hands were busy, teasing her ribs and belly with light strokes. Then his mouth followed his hands down her body and she shut her eyes, arching up and squirming, knowing what was coming and barely able to stand the anticipation, letting her pussy take control as she gripped his strong forearms and ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. As he lowered his head, dipping his tongue into her belly button, she jolted. His chuckle at her hypersensitivity barely registered as her hips pushed up, meeting his mouth. He cupped his hands under her butt and held her, then stopped.

She opened her eyes and met his stare. He looked hungry and wild and yet in full control. She implored him with her eyes to keep going, to not stop now. He had her exactly where her pussy wanted her, on the edge of the universe, of falling apart into a release of epic proportions. Her body vibrated as she felt his breath on her skin.

“You smell so good. I wonder if you taste as good as you do in my imagination?” His husky voice made her dizzy. She squeezed his shoulders.

“I’m begging you—” Hearing the strangle in her own voice turned her on. Every tiniest bit of stimulation turned her on.

“What do you want, Scarlet? Tell me.” His pupils were dark and she heard the tremor in his words and knew he was holding onto his control at great cost. She ran her fingers through his hair and needed to feel him between her thighs, his mouth licking her clit, sucking all the creamy wetness from her.

“I want you to . . .” She concentrated hard and forced herself to speak when it was the last thing she wanted to do. But she knew she needed to, needed to give him what he wanted.

“Say it.”

“Lick my pussy until I come.” She sucked in a deep breath as he moved his mouth close to her most sensitive spot. “Please.” It was a moan, ripped from deep inside her, the wanting almost painful.

“God.” He sounded in awe and she held her breath, watched him lower his mouth, braced herself for the jolt. When his tongue touched her skin, plunging deep into the folds of her pussy, she screamed and spasmed.

He clutched her hips, holding her in place and licked her swollen nub relentlessly as her muscles clenched and her hips moved. She clutched his hair in her fingers. “Will! Oh, Will—”

Blind and deaf, she felt shattered and electrified by the repeated orgasmic seizures running through her until eventually she weakened to a whimpering, exhausted state, still spasming. Finally, he let her go, lifting his mouth from her clit.

He took her in his arms and kissed her. The taste of his mouth was sweet and tender, his lips plump and wet with her cream. She hugged him back and opened her eyes, listening to his murmured words.

“So beautiful, so magnificent.”