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"But you don’t want me to leave now?"
"I don’t."
"Fine." He turns, then bends his knees and haul me up and over his shoulder.
"What the—" I stutter. "What are you doing? Christian, you—" He slaps his palm across my butt, and the pain shudders up my spine.
"Hey," I protest, "what was that for?"
He stalks over to the bed, then throws me down. I bounce once, then glance up to find him staring down at me. He throws himself down on the bed next to me before sliding up to lay back against the pillow. He taps his chest. "Come here."
"What?"
"Come. Here," he says in that low, hard voice which sends goose bumps rippling up my skin.
I clamber onto my front and crawl over to him. I rise up and am about to throw my leg over his waist, when he holds up a hand. "Stop," he growls. "First, take off your panties."
"What?" I blink.
"Don’t have all night, Flower; you in or out?"
You mean, do I want to have an orgasm or two or three and then collapse into slumber? Or do I refuse to do as he says, then toss and turn all night as I try to get myself off? When you put it that way… I slide my panties down my legs. He holds his hand out, and I hand them over.
He stuffs them inside the front pocket of his jeans, then jerks his chin.
I swing my leg up and over his chest. He grips me on either side just below my butt and hauls me up so I’m poised with my pussy bared right over his face.
He stays there, peering up at the most intimate part of me.
Heat flushes my skin, and my belly clenches. "What are you doing?"
"Admiring my pussy; do you mind?" Jesus, did he call it ‘my’ pussy? He did call it ‘my’ pussy. And by ‘my’ pussy, I don’t mean mine. I mean his. My belly trembles, and heat flushes my skin.
"As a doctor, I can tell you that my pussy is much like any other. It’s functional and fulfills the role of expelling waste matter from the body, not to mention the pivotal role it plays in child-bearing and—" I huff because he’s swiped his thick, rough tongue from my back hole to my clit. He licks me again, and heat sears my belly. He wraps that wicked tongue around my clit, and my entire body jolts.
"Christian," I huff. "Please, please, please—"
He thrusts his tongue inside my wet, soaking channel, and I throw my head back. My thighs tremble, and my knees threaten to give way from under me. I throw out my palms and grip the headboard behind him.
He clamps his teeth over my clit and sucks on it, and I swear I see stars. A groan wheezes from me. I try to bring my thighs together, but he thrusts his face up and stabs my channel again and again with his tongue, and a trembling grips me. It sweeps up from my feet, up my legs, my thighs, and slams into my core before it sweeps up my spine.
"I’m going to come, Christian. I’m going to come," I warble, and he pulls back. Jerk face drops his head back on the pillow, then hauls me off of him and to the side. I blink as he wipes the back of his palm across his glistening face.
"You taste sweet, Flower. Too bad I’m not going to settle for cookies when I’d rather be eating Christmas pudding." He swings his legs over and heads for the door.
That’s when I jump up on the bed. "Where the hell are you going?" I yell. "You asshole, come back and—"
He holds a finger to his lips. "Don’t want to wake up Nonna, do you?" Pushing open the door, he leaves.
19
Aurora
"How … how dare he?" I fold my arms across my waist as I scowl into my coffee.
"Now, what did he do?" Cassandra murmurs from in front of the stove where she’s making pancakes.
After Christian left last night, I tried to go back to sleep and failed. After tossing and turning for the rest of the night, I finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning and woke up with a start to find it was seven am. I stumbled down the stairs to find Cassandra bustling in the kitchen. Even though there was staff to take care of everything she had insisted on making breakfast for us. The woman was a workaholic, honestly! She poured me a cup of coffee and announced that she was making pancakes for breakfast. I asked if I could help, and she shooed me off. She built a tray for Nonna, consisting of coffee, orange juice, and the first batch of the pancakes, and had taken it to her.
