Page 18 of Her Christmas Beast
“Apparently,” I respond dryly. I never used to. Billy’s touch changes, both hands cupping and weighing the firmness of my ass cheeks, spreading them, blunt fingers testing the slickness of my folds.
“Hmm, then I think it’s time I bring your big brain back into the game.”
What the hell does that mean? I’m even more confused when Billy steps away from me to cross the room to a closet. He pulls down a familiar delivery box and sets it on the desk. At this point, I stand up to go investigate, but Billy shakes his head at me. “Back in position, Angel. Or we’ll have to wait until tonight.”
I sigh and bend over again. I want to know what he’s doing because my mind isn’t nearly as creative as his. I hear his pants drop behind me and my pussy responds by dripping nectar down my inner thighs. Billy runs a finger through it and I listen to him suck. “So very sweet, Angel. I might need to have you for dessert. But first things first.”
I feel his broad tip notched at my entrance and I wiggle, eager to attempt to take more of him than I could manage before. But then, instead of pressing into me, he stops and his left hand reach around my hip, followed by the hum of a new, smaller vibrator. He holds it in front of my clit, almost but not quite touching. If I move my hips forward to achieve the contact I crave, I’ll lose his cock from my pussy. I moan in frustration.
Billy chuckles. “Which do you want more, baby Angel? Completely your choice.”
I bring one hand off the railing to clamp his down on my pussy, but he steps back completely. Instantly my core misses the warm pressure of his cock. “Nope. Hands stay on the railing, baby. Try again.” He doesn’t step back into place until I comply. This time, though, he slides into me just a little further. Enough that I’m able to rock back and forth between his cock and the toy teasing me from the front. I play with this for a while, enticing him by taking only a fraction more of him each time, waiting to see if he’ll lose control and drive into me. But of course, as usual, I’m the first one to hit my limit. When my nerves start to tighten, when the need to clench down becomes overwhelming, I thrust my hips backward, taking as much of him into me as I can. Far more than yesterday. I’m impossibly full and stretched to bursting. My pussy clenches down, desperate to close around him.
Billy responds with a guttural cry and slaps the hand holding the vibrator tight against my clit. The pulsing toy on my already swollen and sensitized flesh sends me someplace I’ve never beenbefore and literally knocks my legs out from under me. Billy holds me up, but he’s busy thrusting into me with all he’s worth, driving his thick cock in so deep I can feel a hard tug of suction when he pulls back. When he cums, it’s like the ping of a hard rain against my skin only on the inside. So maybe more of a car wash effect. The pressure is indescribably emotional. Every single nerve ending is sent individually spinning. Slowly we both sink to the floor, his massive arms wrapping around me, holding me protectively to his chest while his cock continues to fill me with a pulsing tide of cum.
* * *
“We have to get up, sweetness,” Billy murmurs in my ear.
“Why?” my cry is plaintive. I’m comfortable, well, as comfortable as it’s possible to be on a cold floor, but I’m definitely boneless.
“Because my ass is freezing for one, but more importantly, I made the travel arrangements and a car will be by to take us to the airport in two hours. And I need to make sure you eat before we leave.”
Gingerly, we disengage and pick ourselves up from our combined puddle of bliss on the studio floor. Billy’s touch is tender as he helps me dress, smoothing my hair and generally being adorable.
“Weren’t you going to bring lunch down here?” I glance around, confused, for a picnic basket or something.
“I was, but there wasn’t enough time. Not unless we wait to leave until tomorrow and I can’t quite resist the notion of you naked on the sand. Tom’s making us some sandwiches. I’m not sure I can last until tomorrow,” he adds ruefully.
“Does he know…?” I glance over at the display where we were both recently fucking our brains out.
“I didn’t tell him, but I’d say he’ll guess when he sees you. Kind of hard to hide it unless you wear a paper bag over your head.”
“What do you mean?” I’m genuinely bewildered because it’s not like Billy was kissing my lips during whatever that was.
“You’re glowing, baby. Your eyes are heavy and you look happy and relaxed. Like you’ve just been well fucked and are taking a small break before going back for more.”
“Do you have to sound so proud of yourself?”
Billy only grins in response before kissing me. It’s a claiming kiss, emphasizing his earlier statement, but I feel cherished. Billy has yet to tell me with words that he loves me, but somehow I know that’s not even in question. Should I be saying it to him, though?
I set that aside as we stroll back up to the house hand in hand. Birds are cheerfully flitting between the snow-laden branches as they chitter and gossip. My basking in the afterglow sputters out abruptly when we reach the kitchen door and Billy growls, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
I peek around him to see an elegant man in his thirties bracing his arm on the counter, talking with Tom. He’s like something from another world. His dark blond hair is perfectly swirled over his forehead and he’s wearing a finely woven tweed suit that I’m positive didn’t come from any mall on the planet. The man turns sparkling green eyes to the door with a smirk.
“There you are. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to send out a search party.”
“What are you doing here, Javier?” Billy’s growl has descended an octave. It’s unbelievably sexy, but I’m distracted by the name and duck under Billy’s huge arms so I can get a better look.
“Ah. That explains it.” Javier lounges back against the wall with a satisfied smile. “The lovely Dr. Turner, I presume?”
“Explains what?” I ask, not liking being talked about like I’m not even here.
“Someone’s been making some very unusual purchases online from this house. Since my ass is responsible for our boy here, I did feel the need to come check. Although what he would want with that many sex toys way out here is beyond me. Plus, I’m your ride to the airport.”
I sense Billy getting ready to explode behind me. I place my hands on his forearms and can feel him wind down about two notches.
“I have one question.” Javier has an evil glint in his eye.