Sprinkle All The Way (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 27

twenty-seven

VIOLET

Kissing Noah is quickly becoming one of my new favorite activities. I don’t have to think about it all. With Greg I was always wondering if I was doing it right. Was I using too much tongue? Was I too aggressive? Not aggressive enough?

Not with Noah, though.

With him, it’s like a carefully planned dance we already know the choreography to. Our bodies understand how to move together without direction. Anywhere he touches me ignites a fire inside me, and every swipe of my fingers across his body elicits a moan from deep in his throat that makes wetness pool between my legs.

He moves me to my back, the blanket over his lap falling away to reveal his hard cock. I move to reach for it, but his hands are fast to grab mine and pin them over my head with a hum. I watch mesmerized as he lowers his head to my chest, one hand cupping my breast. I arch into the touch as he trails kisses down my sternum, licking the intricate design there. I anticipate his mouth on my nipple, but his kisses sprinkle the skin beneath my breast and find their way to the writing on my ribs. He traces the lines with his tongue as he finally lets go of the hand above my head, guiding my fingers to tangle in his hair.

I rake my nails along his scalp, earning a groan from him as he continues to mark every part of my body with his mouth. Slowly, he lowers himself, finding the stars on my hip. I tug on his hair to guide him lower, but he ignores me. Instead his hot breath is the only sensation I’m aware of between my legs when he moves his attention to the violet on my thigh. My first tattoo; our first tattoo. My legs fall open to make room for him as he sucks at the faded ink, and I think I might be able to come from only the sensation of Noah exploring the designs across my body with such care and hunger.

Right when I give up all hope of his mouth between my legs, his kisses trail to my pelvis, nipping and earning a gasp from me.

He lifts his head to look at me through his lashes, hands so tight on my hips that he might end up leaving bruises. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about the way you’d taste on my tongue,” he admits, kissing everywhere but where I need him most. His hot breath makes me arch closer to his mouth, seeking the feeling of him on me.

“This isn’t fair,” I gasp, looking away from him. “I want to taste you too.”

“Give me one second,” he chuckles, finally lowering his mouth to me. He wastes no time spreading me open with his tongue, finding my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all I can manage as my hips rock into his face. But I’m determined to do this together. Lifting my legs and his head, I pull him to me and flip us over. Noah stares at me with a smirk that I’ve been aching to kiss off his face for years. Lowering, I taste myself as I kiss him quickly, making sure to not lower myself fully and risk getting distracted .

He watches me with hungry eyes as I climb off him, readjusting myself so my legs bracket his head. He helps guide me into the right position, grabbing my hips and moving his body to fit between me. Leaning forward, I brace myself on the comforter with one hand and take his cock in my other.

His hips instantly push into my hand as he pulls my center to his face. I moan when he continues right where he left off, zeroing in on my clit with his tongue. Trying to keep myself from falling on him I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. He groans against me and the taste of him on my tongue is better than anything I could have imagined.

I take my time exploring where he’s leaking for me, slowly teasing him with short kisses and licks. My hand moves slowly up and down his shaft, keeping him right where I want him. After he nips at my thigh a few times, I finally take him fully into my mouth. Picking up my pace, I hum as his fingers dig into my hips.

“You have to stop if you want me to fuck you,” he gasps between licks.

“Are you going?—”

“I can’t stop,” he interrupts me, holding my body closer to his face and fucking me with his tongue. The orgasm builds as he licks to my clit and sucks as I rest my face on his thigh, fully succumbing to the sensation of him giving me pleasure.

“I’m going to—” I barely get out as he hums and doesn’t slow his pace. The orgasm crashes into me, my hips rocking against his face as he takes his time working me through the shocks.

There’s no moment to recover before Noah takes his mouth off me and flips us over. He grabs a condom from the edge of the fort, narrowly avoiding the roof and having this whole thing collapse on top of us .

I adjust myself among the scattered pillows and blankets, watching as he rolls the condom down his length.

“You’re good to do this?” he asks, checking in as he kneels between my legs.

“Yes, more than you know.” I smile at him, reaching for his hand and pulling him over me.

Our tongues tangle, the tastes of us mixing together. He runs his cock through my wetness before pushing into me slowly. I lift my hips to encourage him to keep going, taking him deeper inside me, until the sensation of him fully surrounding me is all I can think about.

Once he’s fully seated, he wastes no time pumping into me while keeping his mouth on mine. His arms flex on either side of my head, and I can’t help but run my hands over his inked skin.

“I’m not going to last long,” he tells me between kisses.

“Good.” I pause to kiss him harder. “Come for me, Noah,” I demand, nipping his lip.

He thrusts three more times before he cries out in ecstasy, spilling into the condom inside of me. His head drops to my shoulder as he pants, and his heartbeat pounds against my chest. Finally turning his head, he kisses my cheek once before slipping out of me and pulling me into his arms.

“I love you so much, Violet. Merry Christmas,” he says, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Merry Christmas, Noah. I love you too,” I tell him, laying a kiss on the bouquet on his chest.