“Hands on the tree, and do as you’re told.”
She nods, and I release her hand when she tries to comply.
Stepping back, I slide my hands down her sides, tucking them into the waist of her pyjama bottoms and pushing them down her legs.
In a flash, they’re pooled at her ankles.
“Kick them off,” I demand.
She hesitates, and I understand why. She’s going to have to toe her boots off and stand on the ground barefoot. I should care, but right now, the only thing I can think about is tasting her.
I shouldn’t do it. It’s one step closer to fucking her. Just another addiction to add to all the others, because I know that once I get a taste, I’m never going to want to stop.
But fuck. It’s Christmas, and she’s so fucking horny and desperate I can already smell it.
In a rush, she sheds the clothing around her feet and stands before me with her back arched, her arse sticking out, tempting me.
Fucking tease.
She’s got her cheek pressed against the trunk, looking the other way so when I raise my hand, she’s none the wiser.
Until my hand cracks across her arse.
Her scream pierces the night air around us, making an animal that was probably sleeping somewhere near scurry away in fright.
“Fuck, Theo.”
My cock swells at my name on her lips and my palm twitches to go again, to see my bright red handprint across her pale skin.
“Say it again,” I growl.
“Fuck?”
“Don’t fucking push me, Hellcat.”
My hand smacks against her arse once more.
“Argh,” she cries out before giving me what I want. “Theo.”
“Yes,” I hiss, connecting with her arse once more.
There’s no way her skin isn’t glowing for me, but damn it for being too dark to really appreciate it.
I smooth the burn with my palm, gently rubbing and squeezing her round arse.
“P-please,” she whimpers.
“Fuck, Em. You’re soaked,” I groan, pushing my fingers between her legs and finding her dripping. “Like the pain, huh?”
She cries out when she loses my touch but quickly complies when I grab her hips, forcing her to bend in half and widen her legs.
But her complaints only last so long because I drop my arse to the ground and indulge in the only thing filling my mind. I taste her.
And fuck. She’s sweeter than I ever could have imagined.
Parting her with two fingers, I lap at her clit, quickly learning how she likes it when her hips start rolling and unintelligible words fall from her lips.
She’s so fucking wet, her juices drip down my chin.