Page 11 of The Holiday Set Up
“My name isn’t Oliver. It’s Dalton. I’m still here under FBI protection. You can’t tell anyone else, but there is no way in hell I’m ok with you screaming any other name than mine when you come.”
“Holy shit.”
Chapter Ten
Oliver/Dalton
Blair eagerly nods with that luscious lip caught between her teeth.
“Say it.” My tone is a command, but I desperately need her to confirm what she wants. What I want doesn’t matter.
I love the way my shy girl turns minx once we’ve aired our truths.
“I want you, Dalton. I want you to take me right here in my kitchen and never stop taking me whenever you want me.”
The moment she leans back, I’m gifted the greatest gift. Her once insecure demeanor changes under the revelations of my honesty, and I revel in seeing her blossom as she gives me the most beautiful sight of her body. Bouncing blonde curls fall down past her shoulders, framing her gorgeous full breasts. Her blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and my dick grows impossibly harder. I grit my teeth and take a deep breath.
“Fuck, you are so breathtakingly beautiful.”
Crimson paints her cheeks at my compliment, and soon the room fills with the sound of her moans as I lower my mouth to her hard nipple. I lick soft and slow, making sure she has no doubts because I’m all in. It’s too soon to admit I love her, but I do, and I’ll show her with my body, tell her with my words and show her every day that she’s mine, by treating her like the curvy queen she is.
Her fingers grip my hair and pull me closer as she arches into my mouth. I moan, sucking hard, and she screams for more. Loudly. Blair seems to come alive under my touch, and gone is the girl afraid to show herself.
She pulls her knees up and plants her feet securely on the ledge as I move across her chest, devouring her skin under my tongue. Loving her taste, I circle around her areola and bite down lightly to see if she likes it. The contact of my teeth is a surprise though, and she bolts upright, laughing.
“I’m sorry. I was just exploring,” I try but fail to cover my smile, but she’s laughing harder.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize a nip was so ticklish,” she replies, rubbing her boob and completely mesmerizing me with the motion.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” she asks as I stand awestruck as she fondles herself.
“Um, what? Your hand on yourself. Hell yes.”
She giggles and then, to my utter amazement, leans back down across the counter, and I watch with growing hunger as her hand moves down to her center.
“Oh god, yes,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I touched myself like this last night when I couldn’t have you,” she whispers as if it’s our secret.
“I heard you and did the same thing in your bathroom. Trust me, it wasn’t as sexy.”
Her laugh is boisterous, and I love that I made her feel so happy.
I tug her simple white panties off, turning her laugh into a groan as she wiggles in anticipation of me.
“Yes. God yes,” she whispers.
As she lays out in front of me, I lick my lips and slowly move to her inner thigh, kissing gently at first. Before I dive in, I reach over and grab the powdered sugar. When she looks down to see what I’m doing, a naughty grin creeps across her face, and she nods her approval, so I sprinkle it generously all over her body. I make it snow. From her head, down her soft stomach, full hips, and to her toes, I cover a light layer of sugar on my snack.
Licking up her body, I quickly find her folds, and at the first taste of her arousal mixed with the sweet powder, I’m no longer able to keep up the teasing. I circle her clit, messaging it with my tongue, and when she screams for more, I give her my fingers and pump. Still, my love needs more as she fights indecision. She pulls my head into her sweet wet pussy but tries and fails several times to sit up. When I pull my fingers out, it’s only to plunge my tongue inside, and I love how comfortable she is as she fucks my mouth.
“Oh God, yes, Dalton,” she screams. “I want your cock so bad; I might actually die if you don’t get inside me right now, but I can’t stop. Your mouth feels too good.”
I stand up and hover over her.
“You want my cock, baby? It’s yours. Turn over.”
“Yes,” she says, doing what she’s told. I’m not usually a man who gives orders, but after the last year I’ve had, and all the nights I stayed awake in bed thinking about what I’d do if I ever got this chance, well this is it, and I’m not wasting a single second.