Read Online Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Book 5) by Julie Farrell - Free Book Online

I’m not the most articulate guy in the world.”
    Sam grinned. “There are much better things you could be doing with your mouth than whispering sweet nothings.”
    Excitement whooshed in Verlaine’s chest, and he rose to the challenge, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her strongly. A sweet hum of arousal vibrated from her lips onto his, and – as the kiss increased in passion – Verlaine leaned into her, encouraging her to lie down.  
    “Allow me to demonstrate my oral skills, ma’am.”
    Sam’s body writhed as she rested her head on the pillow. “Please do!”
    He crawled up to gaze into her eyes and kissed her hungrily, then he reached down towards the ribbon of the negligee, determined to discover whether this single bow was holding the whole thing together.
    He rested his body weight on one elbow and pulled the bow with his other hand. It unravelled, causing the top of the negligee to become loose, then fall open. Verlaine’s body washed with an urgent lust. The chill in the room had caused Sam’s breasts to plump up, making her nipples hard and her breasts shapely.
    Verlaine exhaled with delight as he reached out to touch her silken flesh, making her groan and writhe with anticipation. He leaned forward and sucked her nipple – savouring the softness and enjoying her light groans of joy. Sam arched her back and pushed herself into him, already starting to lose control. Seeing her squirm at his command rocketed Verlaine’s animal desire to the max, making him want to fuck her hard and fast.
    But he wasn’t that sort of guy. Her pleasure was his desire, and he knew the longer he delayed his own pleasure, the better it would ultimately be for them both.
    He moved his body upwards and kissed Sam on the lips. “I love you.”
    She beamed a smile into his eyes, then gasped as he reached down towards her panties – savouring the feel of her soft skin as he went. He always relished touching Sam’s panties; somehow it felt subversive and exciting, so it was no hardship to fondle his fingers over the material covering her pussy, which was quickly becoming wet.
    Verlaine swept his glance across Sam’s fit body, which was still half-covered by the now-open negligee. He watched his fingers, as they probed inside the hem of her panties, causing that beautiful body to judder with lust. Then he turned his head and gazed into her gorgeous brown eyes, which were half-closed and full of passion. Her face was consumed; he knew she was at his mercy.
    “I need to taste you,” he said.
    She crumpled at this suggestion as if she was in pain, but he knew she wasn’t. The grin she threw confirmed how lost she was in her pleasure. Exactly where he wanted her to be.
    He kissed her on the lips, then enjoyed the journey downwards, lingering to suck a nipple, stopping to lick her toned stomach, and then rummaging his tongue in her panties. Wearing sexy underwear seemed to turn Sam on, so he didn’t attempt to remove it, but instead, he got himself comfortable at the end of the bed, ready to lick her into heaven.
    He lowered his face between her thighs and probed his tongue into her panties, easily finding her clit, which he flicked gently, causing Sam’s fists to desperately grip the duvet. He ran his fingers over her thigh, then eased his first two fingers inside her, relishing the feel of her warm tightness. She tilted her hips eagerly and rubbed herself against him.
    Still licking, Verlaine glanced up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she seemed totally lost in her dream-world. He had no idea what went through her mind when he did this for her, but he was certain she wasn’t thinking about him. It was different when she gave him oral – when all he wanted was to watch was her performing; to see her lips wrapping around his cock; looking sultry and sexy. But she never looked at him when he was down here. She was probably with an assortment of hot guys in her mind – and maybe even some girls. And that was