“You know I love it when you beg. What do you want?”
“You,” I reply, my brain firing off a million different wavelengths. I just need him as close as possible.
“I’ll always give you what you want, little star,” he says as his larger frame slides down mine. Placing tender kisses down my collarbone, my breasts, playfully toying with my nipples with his teeth. It feels far more sensitive than usual. My hips buck up against him as he licks and tugs at my peaked nipples.
“That feel good?” he asks. I’ve always loved my breasts played with, but this is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
“Yes,” I moan, my hands gripping his dark brown strands between my fingers. Keeping him against my chest. A whimper escapes my lips when he stops touching me there. He trails my torso. Kissing my stomach reverently. I will not cry again. He must sense my emotion through the bond as he stops and places more kisses along my hip bones before licking up my thigh until he meets the juncture of my legs.
He’s kissing my pubic bone, not touching my clit, and a whine ripples through the room, making him chuckle. He doesn’t torture me as he leans further and sucks my needy clit between his lips. My thighs tremble. He places one hand on my left thigh, stretching me wide as he coats his other hand in my slick before inserting two fingers inside of me.
He hums as he licks and sucks my clit with nothing less than complete devotion. He stops and pops his head up to look at me. A trail of my slick from his bottom lip to my core. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he says.
“Good, different?” I ask, feeling a little insecure.
“Definitely good,” he says before his lips are on me once more. He picks up the pace with his fingers as he fucks me and his mouth brings me closer to orgasm.
I fling my head back and grab his hair hard. He groans. Smith loves it when I hold him tightly. I’m so fucking close, and he knows it. My thighs shake, and his grip on my thigh tightens. His fingers curling inside of me and his lips sucking hard on my clit. My breathing hitches as I reach my peak, my body convulsing and my pussy clenching around Smith’s hand. He hums his approval. Lips not leaving my pussy as he enjoys my taste and his reward for making me come.
My breathing is labored as he crawls up my body, placing kisses all the way back up. “You still want my knot, greedy girl?” he asks, a smirk plastered on his beautiful face. All I can do is nod my head.
I feel him shift. Removing his pants, he leaves his hoodie on; it helps keep us both warm. He fists his cock and wets the head with my wetness before slowly sliding into me. Our bodies are touching on almost every limb. I know the hoodie was supposed to keep us warm, but I need his skin, and I tug at the hem. He obliges, removing it so that he is fully naked on top of me. Not putting much of his weight on me, but enough to feel him. His overwhelming Alpha presence is calming.
I need him like this. I need him so close that I don’t know where he begins and I end. I clutch against his back, my sharp nails digging into his skin. He grunts in pleasure. His elbows bracket me, his hands cupping my skull as he kisses my face.
It’s slower than how we usually go, but it’s sensual and everything that I needed. “I need you,” I moan.
“I know, baby,” he says, his thrusts measured and slow. He pushes against my entrance, putting his knot in me. I know he isn’t close to coming yet, but the stretch makes me moan and throw my head back. He kisses down my jaw and collarbone, lightly nibbling on my neck. “I’m yours,” he says.
He’s so fucking deep it’s hard to breathe. He barely thrusts, just enough to serve some movement. I know it feels good for him as he groans against my hair. “You’re so fucking perfect. Taking me like this. You love my knot like this, don’t you, little star?”
“Yes, I’m so full.”
I can feel him smile against my skin. “Damn right you are. You still want to be full of my cum?”
“Yes.” I nearly shout it.
“Of course you do, so fucking needy for me, always.” He stops toying with me then, thrusting his knot in and out of me. Each thrust is like having my lungs shattered while having every nerve ending on fire in the best way.
He raises himself up to get a deeper angle, and that’s when I’m done for. I break, completely shatter. Tears stream down my face as my orgasm hits, rocking me to my core. Smith follows, knotting us into place. His elbows are back on the bed again as he pants against my cheek.
I grab him so tightly he groans as he tries to keep some of his weight off of me. “Merry Christmas,” I say.
“Merry Christmas,” he replies, kissing my face.
Smith
TwoChristmaseslater..
“You come here, you little stinker,” I say as our daughter squeals completely bare assed and runs down the hallway. Now that she’s mastered walking, running has become a whole new adventure.
“Gotcha!” I say as I swing her up by her middle. Her grin is contagious as she goes completely limp baby in my arms. “Mommy said you need to put on your pretty dress for Christmas pictures. And mommy is very tired right now, so we gots to let her sleep,” I say.
“Mama, mama, mama,” she chants in defiance as I carry her to her room.
“Yeah, I know, she’s everyone’s favorite. But she’s got to take care of your future sibling,” I tell her.
She looks at me, confused as she does. Cami is only eight weeks pregnant with our second child, but morning sickness is hitting her hard. Sylvie has no concept that mommy doesn’t feel well, and she has definitely made her gripes known.