Page 17 of Never Been Snow Lucky
The orgasm building in my dream didn’t dissipate as the fog of sleep cleared, and my eyes fluttered open. Glancing down my body, I quickly realized this wasn’t a fantasy. There was a very real Jack with his tongue between my legs as he smiled up at me.
“Morning,” he murmured against my damp flesh.
“Merry Christmas,” I replied with a moan, as little bursts of pleasure shot through my skin.
“You feeling okay this morning? Need me to massage anything out?” he asked, kissing a line up my thigh.
“I’m feeling perfect,” I said, and I had never meant anything more.
It was the first time in a long while that Christmas had truly felt magical. My parents were still planning to fly into Winter Falls as soon as the airport opened back up, and if Jack wasfeeling the way I did, then it would be the first time I’d be able to introduce a boyfriend to them.
“What about you? Do you need me to massage anything?” I asked, sitting up slightly to stare down at his naked body.
He was lean with abs upon abs that I’d run my hand over so many times as we cuddled together.
His dick was also hard, and I licked my lips, looking down at the thick shaft.
I’d never even touched one or seen the goods up close on a person before Jack. It wasn’t that I’d been saving myself for marriage or anything like that. I’d just wanted the first time I went to bed with a guy for it to be special. To at least be able to see myself falling head over heels for him in a way that I’d never seen with my parents.
Jack had been well worth the wait. After how good he made me feel, I wanted to do the same for him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the tray of Christmas cookies and hot chocolate still on my bedside table from our little snack between bouts of sex late last night. Most had been eaten, but one still had a big heap of white frosting.
Perfect.
“Come here.” I motioned with my finger, luring him toward the top of the bed.
“You know you don’t have to do anything, angel, especially with your wrist,” he said, but still crawled to the top of the mattress.
I smiled up at him, stretching over the bed until I grabbed one of the cookies.
He raised an eyebrow, looking between my face and my right hand.
“Are you going to feed me?” he asked.
“Nope, I’ll be the one eating this time around.” I perched the cookie on his thick thigh before using my finger as a spoonto scoop some of the frosting. Then I slowly trailed the sugary topping on his dick, smearing it all over.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he stared down at his cock.
I kept my eyes on him while my tongue darted out, licking just a little bit of the frosting, not even touching his skin. When he smiled, I did it again, but this time, I let my tongue linger, going down his shaft and tasting the saltiness of his skin along with the sweetness of the frosting.
He moaned, his hips jerking slightly toward my mouth.
“Is this okay?” I asked, looking up at him as I licked up the other side, getting more skin than frosting this time.
“It’s more than okay, angel,” he reassured me, his fingers going to my hair, pushing it out of my face. “You’re so perfect the way you lick my cock.”
“What if I did this?” I asked, breathing over just the tip before wrapping my mouth around it.
I’d never given a blow job before, but the pleasure burning in Jack’s eyes gave me all of the courage I needed. I decided to try to take his dick down like I would a popsicle, my tongue swirling around the ridges as I licked every bit of frosting from his skin.
His hips jerked forward, pushing his hard length deeper into my mouth.
I knew I couldn’t take it all, but I tried relaxing my jaw, spittle coming out of the sides of my mouth as I took him deeper.
“Fuck,” he moaned, abruptly pulling back so his dick slid out of me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, blinking hard as I wiped my mouth, worried that I’d somehow messed this all up.
