Page 85 of Wrapped in Their Arms

He had wanted this—craved this taste—from the very first moment he’d seen her standing under the mistletoe, all sweetness and vulnerability.Andto be sharing this withBurn—to see the raw, unvarnished hunger in his best friend’s eyes as he tasted her—it was more than a fantasy.Itwas a dream come true.

But he had seen the intensity of her climax underBurn’srelentless mouth…he had felt the violent tremors that wracked her body.Shewas sensitive, overwhelmed, and floating in a sea of pleasure aftershocks.Sohe needed to be careful with her.WhereBurnwas a storm,Brightwould be the gentle, persistent tide, he decided—washing over her until she came apart all over again.

He settled between her spread thighs, the heat from her body andBurn’screating a cocoon of intimacy.Heplaced his hands on her knees, his touch deliberately light—a soft contrast to the possessive gripBurnhad on her shoulders.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?”he asked softly, looking up to meet her eyes, half-lidded with lust.

She gave a weak, almost imperceptible nod and her lips parted on a shaky exhale.

“Yes,I…Ithink so,” she whispered.

“I’m going to be gentle,”Brightpromised, a vow to her and to himself.“Justrelax for me.Letme take care of you.”

He didn’t dive straight for her core.ThatwasBurn’sway—his was different.Hestarted at the periphery, where the evidence of his best friend’s feast had spilled over.Heleaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh, just above her knee.Herflesh was like warm velvet, trembling under his lips.Helicked a slow, languid path upwards, cleaning away the sticky-sweet honey, his tongue flat and soothing.Hesavored her juices with each slow, careful sweep of his tongue.

“Mmm, so sweet,” he murmured against her skin.“Youtaste so good, sweetheart.”

He did the same to the other thigh, licking and kissing, taking his time and lavishing attention on her sensitive skin until he felt her initial tension begin to dissolve into a boneless languor.

A soft, sighing moan escapedNoelle’slips.

“Oh,Bright…” she murmured, carding her fingers through his hair.

“That’s it,”Burn’srough voice rumbled from behind her, a dark, encouraging whisper in her ear.“Lethim have his turn, baby.He’sgonna make you feel so good.Bea good girl and spread your pussy for him—let him in.”

Bright continued his slow ascent, his kisses becoming more deliberate as he drew closer to the source of her heat.Henuzzled her thatch of dark curls, inhaling the deep, utterly intoxicating aroma of her arousal, now layered with the clean, male scent ofBurn.Themixture of scents made him even harder.

Sharing her,he thought, his cock surging in his sleep trousers.Gods, we’re finally sharing her, just like we’re meant to.

Finally, he reached her outer lips.Theywere plump and slick, glistening in the low light.Insteadof delving inside, he took one of the swollen outer folds into his mouth, sucking gently, teasing her.

Noelle gasped, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.

“Oh…Bright…”

“He likes the taste of you,”Burngrowled, his hands stroking her arms.“Can’tget enough.Tellhim,Noelle.Tellhim how his mouth feels on your pussy.”

“It… it feels amazing,” she breathed.“Sosoft…so hot and wet…”

Encouraged,Brightswitched to the other side, giving it the same tender, sucking attention, worshipping the very gates of her sex.Hewas building the anticipation slowly, carefully, winding the pleasure tighter with every soft pull of his lips, every slow swipe of his tongue over her outer pussy.Hecould feel her beginning to stir again, the languid aftermath of her first orgasm giving way to a new, rising tide of need.

Only when she was moaning softly, her hands fisting in the sheets, did he finally part her with his thumbs, spreading her wide open for his viewing pleasure.

The sight stole his breath.Herinner folds were a delicate, gleaming pink, impossibly slick while her clit was a tight, needy pearl begging for attention.Andher entrance… gods, it was a tiny, hungry mouth, glistening with her honey—all just for him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.“Soperfect.”

Then he lowered his head and began his long, slow tasting.

He started with broad, flat strokes of his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit, gathering her flavor, coating his mouth in her juices.Itwas richer and ripe, a complex symphony of sweet and salty that was purely, uniquelyNoelle.

Bright groaned, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh, and she cried out, her back arching.

“Yes!Justlike that,Bright!”she begged.

He focused then, his movements becoming more precise.Hecircled her clit with the very tip of his tongue—lazy, hypnotic circles that made her whimper and buck.Hedidn’t suck—not yet.Instead, he teased and tormented, exploring every millimeter of her with a painstaking slowness that was its own form of exquisite torture.

“Is he making you ache, baby?”Burnmurmured, his lips against her temple.“IsBright’spretty mouth driving you crazy?”