Page 13 of One More Gift
Chapter 8
Henry
Whenever I’ve thought aboutgetting my hands on Saskia again, I never once imagined her ex would be in the room with us. And yet, I’m more turned on than ever.
I might not know Saskia as intimately as Casper does, but there was no hiding the look in her eye when his suggestion sunk in.
The part of me that wanted him to leave evaporated the second I felt the heat of her tongue stroking against mine. All those years I’ve waited to do this again, I don’t give a fuck if we have a witness. I only care about her.
Beneath the tip of my tongue, her nipple tightens, the other doing the same between my thumb and fingertip.
My cock is aching for her touch, but I could ignore it all night to focus on just this. Could spend hours tasting her, nipping the soft skin underneath her breasts between my teeth, sucking it until I leave marks.
My plan was to spend this week learning the landscape of her body. To go back to New York knowing how every part of her responds to my touch, my kisses.
Now all I want to do is close my eyes and focus on the shift in her breathing, see what parts of her elicit more of these pretty little moans. I want to make this a Christmas she’ll never forget. The possibilities are endless.
“What do you want?” I ask her, but Casper answers before she can.
“Would you like to tell him, darling? Or shall I?”
“You tell him,” she says, pulling away to lean back against the pillows. She drags me with her, and behind me he chuckles darkly. Normally, that would piss me off, but if Saskia is the prize in his game, I’m not complaining.
“You’ll never be left wondering with this one, Henry. She’ll always make it clear exactly what she wants.”
She shifts to put one leg on either side of where I kneel before her, and with her hair spread across her pillows like golden silk, she really is a vision.
“Fuck her with your tongue,” Casper says. “She needs a man who isn’t afraid to get messy.”
We didn’t do this last time, and it’s been my second biggest regret, after letting her go in the first place. That I had her naked in my bed and didn’t get to taste her makes me feel like the biggest fool on earth. Especially when she was so good at using her mouth on me.
Cupping her ankle, I slide it up the bed, making her bend her knee and open wider for me. Her pussy is slick and pink, and though her body is older than the last time I saw her naked, she’s more beautiful than ever.
Her hips are already squirming, and it’s an unbelievable turn on to see her this needy. I could take my time, work her up to begging for it, but I’ve waited long enough for this taste of heaven.
One last glance to check she’s OK with this confirms just how much she wants it too. Her eyes stayed locked with mine and I dip my head to sweep my tongue through her soaked folds.
Her chest heaves, fingers clutching at bedsheets when I circle her clit, nudging it side to side, watching, learning all the ways she likes to receive pleasure.
Behind me, Casper moans, but it’s Saskia’s I’m more interested in. The little whimpering sounds she makes when I swipe long, slow licks either side of her entrance. I can tell she’s holding back, and I want her to truly let herself go with me.
My fingers slip inside her with ease, two at first, but I’ll work her up to a third. I feel her tighten around me and my cock throbs, desperate to get in on the action.
I have always loved to give pleasure this way. To worship a woman with my mouth, to make her shake and writhe against me. If, like Casper says, she needs a man who isn’t afraid to get messy, then I’m the only man she’ll ever need.
Palming her thighs, I push them wide, opening her up so I can bury my tongue inside her. I savour the taste, the heady mix of salt and lust, years of wanting finally fulfilled.
Casper’s fingers grip the hair at the back of my head, and I flinch, but only because I didn’t expect it. He tightens his hold, working with me to move my head back and forth.
Saskia’s thighs clamp tight around my head and he growls. “Hold her legs open so I can watch.”
I pin one down while he pulls at the other, and bury my face in close.
“Show me your tongue,” he says, pulling my hair. I don’t know why taking instructions from this dickhead is turning me on so much, but I tip my head back, open my mouth, and push it out for him. He swipes one finger down the middle, scooping up the mix of my spit and her juices. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Iwatch as he brings it to his own mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it clean.
“Delicious. Now suck her clit. Hard. That always turns her into a fucking puddle.”
I don’t take my eyes off of Saskia’s as I drop my head a little lower, spit on her, then clamp my lips around that aching bundle of nerves. At the same time, I plunge my fingers back in, curling them up and stroking her from the inside.