Dipped in Holly (Nick and Holly, #1)

by Dana Isaly

He’s everywhere, in between my thighs, at my mouth, against my body, and in my lungs. His tongue pushes inside my mouth for the second time tonight, and I surrender to him, letting him fuck my mouth the way I want him to fuck me on this counter. A finger slides easily inside of me, and I break the kiss to moan loudly at how good it feels. He pulls his finger free of me and offers it to my open mouth. I greedily suck it between my lips, tasting myself on his skin while I tease him with my tongue, letting him know just how much I wish it were his dick instead. His eyes watch my mouth, his hazel irises almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, giving him a dark look that sends a new rush of aching heat between my thighs. I’m fucking throbbing for him, and my nipples are tight and pebbled, seeking his attention. He picks me up, spinning and sitting me down on the main bar before he settles his hips between my legs and kisses me again. His fingers work the ties of the corset, working it looser and looser until I can finally take a deep breath. He gets frustrated and begins to pull it apart, ripping the fabric and finally pulling it loose enough that it can be yanked over my head. I laugh at his eagerness, but he just takes a moment to look me over. “God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, running his knuckles over the pointed tips of my nipples and then across the red lines the bones of the corset have left on my skin. I gasp at the sensation and let my head roll back as he replac...