A Heaven Hill Christmas(7)

By: Laramie Briscoe

“You like when I take charge don’t you?

Using her sharp teeth, she bit into the flesh of his neck as she nodded. That little bit of pain was enough to make him stop messing around. Shoving one hand down inside her bra, he cupped her flesh, teasing her already hard nipple with the palm of his hand. He flexed his wrist, making her squirm against him.

“Please,” she begged against the column of his neck, the noise muffled.

“You want my fingers inside you?” he asked, wanting to make her tell him, wanting her to help him take control of her pleasure.

“Yes,” she lifted her hips so that she came in contact with his fingers. “Put them inside me,” she begged.

“I don’t think so, not just yet,” he pushed aside the wet fabric at the center, and his finger went to work on her already sensitive clit. “How much can you stand?” he asked, chuckling darkly in her ear.

“Not nearly as much as you think I can,” her voice was guttural as she spoke the words.

Layne couldn’t wait to see just how much she could take.


Jessica pushed up against his fingers, trying to take him deeper, but Layne had a firm grip on his passion. He teased her, dipping only the tips of his fingers into her hot core before withdrawing and moving back up to her clit.

“Stop teasing me,” she huffed out a breath as he pulled on her nipple at the same time he pulled on her clit.

“Patience, babe,” he preached to her as he leaned down, kissing her neck.

Patience, her ass. She’d been in the middle of writing a really hot scene when he’d busted into her sanctuary and demanded she eat and relax. She was trying to relax, but fuck if he wasn’t making it hard to do so. Especially when she wanted her husband six ways from Sunday.

“How am I supposed to relax and have patience when I’m horny as fuck?” she asked, taking her hand off the bed and moving it down to join his between her legs.

Her fingers mingled with his as she grabbed hold and showed him how she wanted him to move them. Both of their fingers entered her body and she thought she would come apart when his other hand abandoned her breast, moving down to flick her clit.

“Fuck, Layne,” she closed her eyes tightly against the sensations coursing through her body. It wasn’t like this all the time with them. More often than not they were slower lovers, who liked the tease just as much as they liked the orgasm. Tonight was an entirely different story. She wanted this more than she wanted her next spot on the USA Today list.

Realizing she had a free hand, she trailed it up her body, pulling the cup of her bra down so that she could take over what he’d been doing before. Using her thumb, she strummed the hard nub, gasping when she felt it harden and swell even more against her flesh.

All at once she realized that even though she was participating, she was totally at Layne’s mercy. She sat in his arms, his fingers invaded her flesh, her back rubbed against the hard cock poking her in the back, his teeth worried her throat, and good Lord, his scent was almost enough to make her come on its own.

Her hips jerked against him, losing their rhythm as she pressed up against him and then pulled back. Press and pull, give and take, pressure and release.

Her orgasm hit her like a bolt out of the blue. She wasn’t expecting it when her body literally felt like it shattered into a million pieces.

She cried out harshly, undulating against his body. She breathed heavily as she tried to ride out the storm raging inside her.

“Shhhhh,” Layne soothed her, not removing his fingers, but slowly pumping, letting her come down on her own. But it was the slow, almost lazy way he did it that turned her on again.

As her heart slowed to a more manageable rate, she pushed his hand away and turned on her knees in front of him. Their eyes met and she knew exactly what she wanted to do to him.


Pushing him back further against the pillows, Jessica didn’t even take time to rid him of his shirt. He noticed she didn’t take time to rid herself of her panties either. He watched through half-closed eyes as she reached for his belt buckle, undoing the apparatus before wrenching his jeans apart.

“Fuck baby,” he hissed as he felt her small hands grasp him through the cotton of his boxers. The feel was enough to send him almost jackknifing off the bed. “What’s got you so hot?

“You.” She freed his cock and held it in her hand as she straddled him, pushed her panties to the side, and then engulfed him. No easy push into this for her, no; she took him all the way down, sighing as she felt him settle deeply inside her. “Always you and how you make me feel. Every day of our lives.”

Layne knew this wouldn’t take long. There was nothing hotter to him than a Jess who wanted to take her pleasure and by all accounts, she was feeling that way tonight.