by J. C. Wilder
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
Star braced her hands on his broad shoulders then sat on his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips. “Here I am.” His impressive erection prodded at the apex of her thighs and she longed to grind herself against him with animal abandon. “So what are you going to do with me now?”
His dark gaze flicked to her mouth then back again. “Eat.” He held the cool fruit against her lips.
Wordlessly, she opened her mouth and he inserted the fork. The fruit was lush and sweet against her tongue though her body was hot and she’d never felt quite so…needy before.
“Close your eyes, Star.” His voice was rough. “Give yourself over to me.”
She closed her eyes and smiled. “I’m yours.”
“Open.”
Obediently she opened her mouth and he placed another bite on her tongue. This time it was a fat raspberry. The tartness stung her tongue as she chewed.
He fed her cherries, blueberries and another peach slice. As she chewed the fruit she felt his fingers on her shirt buttons. She almost bit her tongue when the cool air caressed her bare flesh and erect nipples. Beneath her she felt his erection increase and her vagina flooded in response.
“Another?” he asked.
“Please.” She opened her mouth and he gave her several small blueberries. As she chewed she felt the cool kiss of fruit against one nipple.
“I want to paint you with raspberry juice then lick it off.”
With her mouth full, all she could do was grunt and continue chewing. Her arousal reached a painful level. She swallowed and he popped a raspberry in her mouth just seconds before his lips touched her nipple. She moaned when he began to suckle in earnest. Her hands landed on his shoulders and her fingers dug into his muscles.
“Mmm,” Justice moaned, “what a great condiment for fruit—Star’s nipples.”
Her eyes flew open when something cool and wet touched her other nipple. Justice held a slice of peach between his fingers and he was painting her nipple with its sweet juice.
Her tongue felt thick and uncoordinated by the time he was done. He bit the fruit in half then offered half to her. As she chewed, he cupped her breast then laved her nipple until any trace of the juice was gone. Swallowing, she allowed her hands to wander over the sculptured terrain of his broad shoulders and chest. The dips, the valleys, the layer of golden hair covering his chest and dissecting his belly.
He nipped at her flesh and she moaned. She simply couldn’t help herself any longer.
“Easy, babe.” His hands caught her hips and stilled her restless movements. “I’ll make a fool of myself if you keep doing that.”
Their gazes met and they both smiled.
“I thought that was the point.” She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his warm chest, his hair teased her nipples.
“It is the point and trust me, I have every intention of letting go.” He grunted when she nipped at his jaw. “Only I want to be inside you first.”
Her breathing grew more ragged and she sat back. “Goo—”
Her thought was interrupted when his big hands slid over her ribcage to cup her breasts. His hot mouth paid homage to her breasts while the dizzying sensations made her head swim. She cupped the back of his head and arched into him.
Without warning Justice swung her off his lap and onto the bed. Leaning over her, he continued teasing, tasting her breasts until they felt swollen and aching.
“Open for me, Star.”
Mute, she spread her legs and he plunged his fingers into her needy flesh. She couldn’t stifle the hungry sounds when he discovered she was already wet. One thick finger entered her then dipped into the moisture to spread it around on her clit and the vulva before moving inside and repeating the process.
Her thighs went weak and she opened completely for him. Her eyes slid closed. He put his mouth on her and at the first lick she arched and pressed her clit against his wet tongue. With each stroke, each suck, her tension increased until she was gasping and trying to silently will him to finish her off and end her delicious torment.
With a final touch her body took its release with the ferocity of summer storm. Her nails raked the sheets and she screamed out her satisfaction. His mouth remained on her even while the aftershocks continued to rock her world. By the time he finally rose over her, she was limp with satisfaction.
Justice moved between her thighs and she reached for his thick, hard cock to guide him home. Rubbing the broad head against her vulva, a shudder of pleasure hit her so hard she might have swooned if she weren’t already lying down.
“Let me in.” His voice was strained and she knew he’d reached his limit.
“Come, Justice.” Star wrapped her fingers around his steely length then guided him inside.
He entered her with a groan and she wrapped her legs around him. She gripped his waist and he began to thrust. Their bodies melded, their movement in total harmony. Her nails dug into his hips and with each thrust she cried out for more. She gave herself over to his savage hunger, her body surrounding him, taking him deep inside.
Together they dissolved into shuddering waves of pleasure and they melted into a warm puddle, his cock still buried in her flesh. Star wrapped her arms around his shoulders and thanked her lucky stars that she’d spun out on the drive or she never would’ve experienced the amazing Justice Knight.
* * * * *
Hand in hand they walked outside and Star took a deep breath. He’d already shoveled a path to his four-wheel drive Cherokee which sat idling in the drive. The sun was bright overhead and everything was covered in pristine snow. It was the most beautiful Christmas morning she’d ever seen.
“Here you are.” Justice opened the door with a flourish and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thank you, kind sir,” She gave him a prim smile then slipped onto the seat. “Your assistance is most appreciated.”
Her gaze devoured his every move as he walked around the car. She couldn’t believe her luck and she wanted to pinch herself just in case. Imagine, Justice Knight for Christmas. Granted, she’d almost died in the process but seeing how it had worked out, her near-death experience had been worth it.
Maddie bounded through the snow toward them with a look of delight on her homely face. She leapt into the driver’s seat then scrambled into the back.
“What are you grinning at?” Justice slammed his door then put the car in gear.
“I was just thinking that maybe I should thank Santa for saving my life and leading me to you.” She tried but she just couldn’t wipe the silly grin off her face.
“Yeah, well you can thank him all you want, with a handshake that is. I’m claiming all the rest of your gratitude as my own.”
“Oh yeah?” She looked away, fixing her gaze on the row of trees alone the road. “So where do we go from here, Justice?”
“I think we need to spend lots of time together and see what happens.” He took her hand and she turned toward him. “I think Santa, or God, or an angel maybe, answered our Christmas wishes, don’t you?
“Yes, I do.”
“And who are we to question that?”
Sliding closer, her heart was filled to overflowing. When their fingers linked, she could’ve sworn she heard laughter from the back. Turning, there sat Maddie with a peculiar expression and her tail was wagging madly.
“Merry Christmas, Maddie,” Star said.
“Woof!”
* * * * *
Norville stood straight and tall, or at least as tall as his five-foot-three frame would allow, before Saint Peter. The auditorium was packed to overflowing as thousands of heavenly residents crowded in to see his halo straightened once and for all.
From the moment Star and Justice exited the house he knew that he’d answered their wishes. Not that he’d had to do much to accomplish the task. Other than whipping up more snow and wind, their chemistry had done the rest.
Thank heavens.
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p; With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Saint Peter motioned for quiet in the auditorium. “Let it be known, from here to eternity, that Angel Norville has completed the assigned task to the satisfaction of The Big Man, the Disciple Advisory Board and myself. From here on out, he shall be called Angel Norville and he is going straight.”
About the author
J.C. Wilder left the world of big business to carry on conversations with the people who live in her mind, fictional characters that is. In her past she has worked as a software tester, traveled with an alternative rock band and currently volunteers for her local police department as a photographer. She lives in Central Ohio with 6,000 books and an impressive collection of dust bunnies.
The award-winning author also writes as Dominique Adair.
J.C. welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.
Also by J.C. Wilder
Ellora’s Cavemen: Tales From the Temple II anthology
In Moonlight anthology
Men of SWAT: Tactical Maneuver
Men of SWAT: Tactical Pleasure
Tactical Pleasure
Things That Go Bump in the Night 2004 anthology
Writing as Dominique Adair
Holly
Last Kiss
Party Favors anthology
R.S.V.P. anthology
Tied With a Bow anthology
Xanthra Chronicles: Blood Law
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