She whimpered, and her legs twitched on the bed with need. He pulled the covers down so she was bare to him, stroked a hand over her firm tummy, tangled his fingers in the damp, dark curls between her legs. Her legs parted in invitation, and he smiled and moved between them, kneeling there. He pushed her thighs farther apart with gentle hands, revealing her feminine beauty all pink and gleaming wet. “Oh wow,” he breathed. Her eyes blinked open, and she bit her lip, her cheeks pink.
"Dex..."
He met her eyes and smiled. “You are so fucking beautiful, Erin.” He bent his head to inhale her, taste her, the scent of her arousal filling him, making him crazy. He took a long, slow lick, and her body jerked at the touch of his tongue. God, she tasted good. He continued to lick at her, hands on her thighs, then moved in closer to spread her more to him, so he could plunge his tongue inside her and taste her even more deeply. She cried out, writhed on the bed, lifted her hips to him.
He was hungry for her, starved for her, and he ate at her voraciously, found her swollen clit and sucked, licked, ate her. As he felt the sweet tension in her rise, her breathing hitched, and he latched on to her clit and sucked hard, sending her over. God, it was sensational the way she came in his mouth like that, pulsing hot and wet against his tongue. She cried out, whimpered through her release, said his name over and over.
"I love making you come like that,” he whispered as he slid up her body and covered her mouth with his, sharing her taste with her in an erotic kiss that went on and on.
"God, I love it, too,” she moaned, grabbing on to him and holding him tightly against her. “That was intense.” They rolled together, again wound around each other in that perfect fit. Then she sighed. “But now we're really not even."
He chuckled and stroked her hair.
She lifted her head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was twelve-oh-three.
Dex, too, glanced at the clock then turned back to her. “Merry Christmas, Erin,” he said softly. He touched her hair tenderly. “I wish I had a present for you."
"This is the best present I got this Christmas.” She put her hand on his cheek.
"This?” He lifted a brow. “Hot sex is what you wanted for Christmas?"
She giggled. “Hot sex with you. You're all I wanted, Dex."
"And all I wanted was you.” He put his hand over hers and held it against his face for a moment then wrapped her in his arms, and they slid back under the covers.
The End