Free Mistress Christmas by Lorelei James Page B

saints.”
    She chuckled and the vibration zipped up, like his dick had become a lightning rod. Holly began a game of tease and retreat. Sucking. Backing off to paint his purple cockhead with little whips of her wet tongue. Then swirling her lips over the thick ridge separating the stem from the tip. Breathing on the damp spots, sending a rippling quiver up his belly as her fist jacked him. The humming, sucking sensations danced across his skin like fire.
    Then she’d stop, nuzzle his inner thigh and start over again.
    Was she aware her firm grip at the base of his dick acted like a cock ring? That he teetered on the brink, craving that molten blast of release, only to be jerked back?
    Nick watched her reveling in the power, almost as if it were a new experience.
    Nah. Couldn’t be. Holly held men enthralled every damn night. She was used to power.
    Wasn’t she?
    When Holly looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, his balls drew up hard as chestnuts.
    “I’m gonna…you don’t have to…” Nick could scarcely get the words out and he stopped his hips from bumping up.
    “Don’t you dare deny me. Give it to me. All of it. Now.” The hand circling the base of his cock loosened and moved in tandem with Holly’s bobbing, intensifying the pressure of her mouth.
    “Oh. Yes. Like that. I’m… Fuck!” Nick clamped his hands on Holly’s head and slammed deep as wave after wave of come pulsed out his twitching cock and coated her tongue.
    The roaring in Nick’s head was as loud as the whirlpool jets. Once he was fairly sure he wouldn’t slip into a coma and drown, he slumped back against the wall with a drawn-out sigh.
    Water splashed as Holly retreated.
    He missed her warmth and the touch of her hand on his body. Nick’s eyes flipped open.
    A cute set of lines wrinkled her forehead as she squinted at him. Wariness stayed on her face, in her eyes, as she kept backing away.
    Nick slithered into the tub and stalked her. “You’re running out of places to go. And I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to get away from me anyway.”
    “I-I…” She licked her lips. “Did you like that?”
    “I loved it.” He hauled her into his arms, pressing their upper bodies together. Man. He went half hard again at the sensation of those heavy breasts rubbing against his bare chest. “I kinda got the impression you liked doin’ it.”
    Holly nodded against his neck. “It shocked me you weren’t in a hurry to get off. Every time I’ve done it before, it’s been like, get me off, or get me close to the point so I can stick it in you.”
    “Been with some real winners, haven’t you?”
    “Yeah.” Holly’s lips glided across his collarbone. “Will you think I’m some kind of freak if I admit I haven’t really had that much experience in the…ah…dating world?”
    “How much inexperience are we talking here?”
    She shrugged.
    “Darlin’, you brought it up.” Nick lazily trailed his fingers up and down her back.
    “Five,” she blurted.
    “Five what?”
    “I’ve slept with five guys.” Holly angled to look in his eyes. “Including you.”
    Nick kept his surprise in check. His cop side searched her eyes and her face for the lie. Finding none, a purely primitive male instinct of mine mine mine rolled through him. He reconnected their mouths in a kiss so tender he felt her satisfied sigh slip into his soul.
    Suddenly she stiffened and broke free when his tongue swept between her lips. “Oh, you probably wish I would get a drink first—”
    “No.” He sucked on her tongue before releasing it. “I wanna know how my come tastes in your mouth.” Then Nick swamped her with kisses that caused her to writhe against him. Kisses that plainly said she wanted him again as much as he wanted her.
    This time Nick backed away first and rested his forehead to hers. “Again, Holly. Like this. Wrapped tightly together, looking in each other’s eyes, slipping and sliding as we’re making love in a cocoon