A Christmas for Hope by Kassanna Read Free Book Online Page B

pearl and flooded her body. Without warning, she felt him slide a couple of his digits into her channel. Overloaded, she tried to push his head away to stop the onslaught of sensations his mouth and fingers created. Butterflies tickled her stomach and slight pressure built at the base of her back. Hope threw her head back and momentarily prayed that Lucas hadn’t sent her into premature labor. Then everything exploded in a blinding kaleidoscope of color behind her lids as the rasp of his tongue lapping at her pussy sent shivers down her spine. She hadn’t known that she held his mouth pressed against her core until she felt him pry her legs apart.
     
    Cool air brushed her nether lips when he moved from between her legs, rising to sit on the bed. Hope rolled her head to stare at his broad back. The sound of him unstrapping his prosthetic resounded through the silence. She gripped his bicep to pull herself into a sitting position. He stopped what he was doing when she pressed her lips to his shoulder. She watched as he finished his task, slid the false leg off, and set it to the side. Hope saw his Adam’s apple bob. Up close she clearly saw the web of pale scars which bisected his side. With tenderness, she started to kiss each mark, tracing her tongue along the raised welts. She glanced up at him when he groaned, and continued with confidence when he didn’t stop her.
     
    She rose up on her knees and kissed her way around his body. He moved farther up on the bed to give her room as she lifted her leg to straddle his hips. His shaft jerked and she buried her hands in the hair at the back of his head. She waited for him to open his eyes and when he did, she smiled and leaned in to trail her lips along his jawline.
     
    “It’s my turn to take care of you. Will you let me?” Hope whispered, before clamping his lobe between her teeth and biting down.
     
    He trembled under her. When she pulled away to face him, he searched her eyes before nodding slowly. She placed her fingers in the center of his chest and pushed until he fell back. The mattress springs squeaked under his weight. Using her index finger, she circled his nipple flicking the nub with her nail. His digits dug into her thighs. The roughness of his palms added another dimension of sensation as he slid his hands up her legs to grip her hips. She continued to create a trail over his torso, using her finger to travel farther south. Hope eased back as she traversed the six-pack that was his stomach and combed her fingers through a dense patch of hair. Taking his dick in hand, she curled her hand around his rigid member.
     
    She shifted forward to set his cock at her pussy’s opening. He controlled her descent down his member by clasping the delicate skin of her ass as she lowered her body until his shaft filled her. She looked down at him, surprised to find him staring at her with an emotion roiling in his eyes that she wasn’t ready to name yet. Fully seated, she rolled her hips to get accustomed to the girth of his cock. Taking her time, she eased up on him, waited, and slid down again. His grip, a reminder he controlled the rhythm. She brushed his hands away and placed her palms flat on his belly. Leaning forward, she boosted up her lower body again. Swiveling her hips, she stroked his dick with the soft folds of her pussy at every downward plunge. She moved faster, meeting his thrusts as he lifted his pelvis.
     
    They developed a rhythm and she started to bounce on him in cadence with the motion of his hips. The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoed through the room. She glanced down to find his eyes closed and his neck muscles straining in stark relief against his skin. His grunts became deep moans. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode his cock. The slide of his shaft pressing deep into her canal on his last drive to completion had her shuddering above him. Lucas locked her wrists within his grip and