Page 80 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

She tips her head slightly, giving me more room to continue.

When I pull her hands out of the bowl, I turn her until her back is pressed up against the counter.

The first kiss is light, a quick test.

The second is slower, my mouth opening against hers until I feel the faint tremor run through her frame.

Her hands lift, hesitating for half a second before they slide up my chest.

She doesn’t push me away like I’m prepared for her to.

She instead grabs onto my shirt and holds on.

That’s it for the rest of my restraint.

She’s pinned between me and the counter, my mouth tilting to deepen our kiss before I can talk myself out of any of this.

She tastes faintly like sugar and coffee.

Her lips are soft, unyielding in what they demand for me as she silently asks for more, meeting me in the middle instead of just letting me take.

When my hand slips under the hem of her shirt, she makes a small, surprised sound in the back of her throat.

I pull back just enough to look at her. “This okay?”

Her lashes flutter open, a rosy hint to her cheeks. She nods. “Yeah. Of course.”

Good.

My hand moves higher, over the curve of her stomach, until my thumb brushes just under her bra.

I feel her breath catch when my palm finally cups her breast, my thumb sweeping over the thin fabric and feeling her nipple perk.

“Jack…” she groans my name and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

My other hand slides to the small of her back, pulling her forward so I can grind our hips together properly.

She’s warm and pliant in my grip, her body reacting to mine perfectly.

I kiss her again, harder this time, and she answers with that small sound that goes straight to my cock.

My hand at her back drifts lower, over the curve of her ass, squeezing once before I lift her just enough to set her on the edge of the counter.

Her knees fall open instinctively, allowing me to step between them.

We’re past the point of pretending this is innocent now.

There’s no turning back.

We’ve crossed a line that can never be undone.

I break from her mouth just long enough to trail more kisses down her throat, over the line of her collarbone.

I push the fabric cup up and over her breast, pulling my mouth away from her neck and then tugging at her shirt to slip it off of her.

Her hands leave me for only a few seconds, hooking around behind her to undo the clasps of her bra and letting it slide off.

My mouth finds her nipple next before she can even catch up.