Page 188 of A Very Bellamy Christmas

Instead, he lightly caressed her cheek and said, “Lie back, sweetheart.”

Stacia lifted her feet onto the bed and pushed away from the edge before lying down.

He lowered onto the mattress and bracketed her shoulders with his hands, his knee nudging at her tightly clenched thighs. “Open for me, darling.”

When she did, he laid down between her legs. “You remember what I did before?”

Stacia gave a slightly hysterical giggle. “As if I could forget.”

“It was pleasurable?”

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Close your eyes if it helps you relax, darling.”

Stacia was about to do exactly that when her inner voice suddenly woke up. Begin as you mean to go on.

Indeed.

She forced down her embarrassment and pushed up onto her elbows. “I want to watch.”

The slow, sinful smile that spread across his face told her how much he liked that answer.

***

Unlike the last time, when it had been too damned dark to see anything, Andrew groaned when he parted her lips, his mouth flooding at the sight of her slick, swollen sex. “So lovely, Stacia.” He looked up and smiled at her wide-eyed face. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are.”

“I—what—why—”

He chuckled. “But we will save that for another night, my love.” Holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure at the taste of her.

“Andrew,” she whispered through slack, parted lips.

He slid a finger inside her tight sheath while he tongued and sucked, taking his time working her toward her climax.

Or at least he tried to take his time, but her body soon tensed and her hips lifted higher and higher, until she was pushing against his mouth, bucking and writhing, her skin sheening with sweat.

Andrew marveled at the feel of her tight cunt as she contracted around his finger, her orgasm rolling through her in powerful waves.

When she began to come back to earth Andrew slid a second finger inside her.

She made a soft sound of surprise and her snug passage squeezing him like a vise.

“You are so deliciously tight,” he said, smiling at her expression of dazed mortification. “I need you to come for me one more time, love.” He lightly kissed her bud. “Will you do that? For me?”

She nodded, her breathing becoming rough when he eased a third finger alongside the first two.

“Relax, Stacia,” he murmured, carefully stretching her silken sheath a bit more with each stroke. Only when she began to meet his thrusts did he lower his mouth, fucking her harder and deeper, not stopping until her back arched off the bed as a second orgasm wracked her small body.

Only when the last ripple of pleasure had faded did he reluctantly withdraw and rise up to his knees.

He smiled down into her heavily-lidded eyes and used the head of his cock to stroke her, slicking his shaft with her juices before positioning himself at her opening.

“Ready?” he asked.

She stared up at him through sated, slitted eyes and nodded, spreading wider for him.

“Such an eager darling,” he praised, hissing in a breath when he pulsed his crown past the outer ring of muscle. “Christ but you’re tight!”