CHAPTER 5 ALEXIS
“Merry Christmas.” His voice is soft and dreamy, and maybe I am dreaming, or maybe this is reality.
Maybe reality is a dream.
I’m waking up in my husband’s arms, and if you would’ve told me last Christmas I’d be waking up as Danny Brewer’s wife this Christmas, I wouldn’t have believed it for a second.
Yet here we are.
“Merry Christmas,” I murmur back, and I feel his cock near my ass as he pushes his hips toward me. I slept in a t-shirt and panties, and the thin fabric of his boxers against my panties is the only thing separating us. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“I’ve got something for you,” he taunts, pushing his hips toward me again. “Spoiler alert. It’s my cock.”
I giggle, and I turn in his arms toward him. “That’s the kind of gift I’d love to wake up to on Christmas morning.”
“I told you I wanted to unwrap you, and then you fell asleep,” he says, and he pouts a little.
“Everybody knows you have to wait for Christmas morning to unwrap your gift.”
His eyes light up a little as a smile lifts one corner of his lips. Warmth spreads through me, landing square between my legs as the familiar ache pulses down low.
He traces a fingertip along my torso and down to my hip, and he slips a finger between my panties and my skin at my hip as he offers a soft moan.
Anticipation builds within me as I wait for his finger to lower down, but instead, he pulls his hand away, shifts, and moves over the top of me. He pulls my shirt over my head, and he slowly slides my panties down my legs. He moves up to press a soft kiss to my lips, and then he trails his lips to my neck, down to my breasts, where he stops to enjoy my nipple between his lips, and then down my torso to my stomach. He peppers soft kisses on his way, the hum of his moans telling me he’s enjoying this gift as much as he loves the main event.
He kisses my hip where his finger was only moments ago, and then he moves over toward my pubic bone. He skips down a little lower, kissing the inside of my thigh, and then he pushes my legs apart. Instead of diving in like I want him to, like I need him to, he moves back up to my naval. He kisses me there, then trails back to my hip, teasing me when he knows what I want.
He glances up at me and shoots me a devilish grin, and the ache between my legs is searingly hot as I look at this man who has come to mean so much to me. His fingertips move to my hips, and he holds me down as he finally dips his head between my legs.
His tongue reaches out to my clit, and he flicks it there, sending a shockwave through my entire core. I moan as my hips move to jerk up off the bed, but he’s holding me down.
“Mm,” he murmurs. “So wet already.” His breath is a cool breeze against my hot flesh.
He does it again with a little more pressure this time, and it’s like he’s pressing on the ache to make it bigger and stronger, this tangible thing in the room that I could cling onto with every pulse of his talented tongue.
My heart pounds as I wait for each new flick of his tongue, and I push my entire body down when his tongue connects the next time, the need for friction nearly unbearable as I cry out.
“Naughty girl,” he warns, but then he dips his tongue into my pussy, and it’s exactly the small measure of relief I needed.
He moves his tongue in and out as he continues to hold me down, and then he flicks it up again against my clit.
Oh my God.
I can’t take it.
It’s so good, so, so good, and so close, but it’s too far away. He’s moving too slowly, and I need him to push his cock into me and finish me off.
I need this release.
He must sense it because he lets go of my hips where he’s holding me down, and I start to move along with him as he picks up the pace. He buries his face in my pussy, licking and sucking as I gyrate along with him, and then his lips move to my clit. He sucks there as he slides two fingers into my pussy, and I scream out with pleasure.
But then he adds a finger into my ass, and I’m done.
The feeling is too good, too full, too hot. I can’t hold on even though I don’t want this onslaught of pleasure ever to end.
His tongue flicks over my throbbing clit once more, and it’s enough to send me over the cliff into a violent climax. I’m incoherent as I scream or moan or cry his name, and I thrash against his mouth as he continues his brutal attack of pleasure on me. I fist the sheets as I continue to tremble with pleasure, and he doesn’t stop. He keeps delivering the sweet, vicious bliss until the quaking starts to slow and I’m left gasping for breath.
And when it’s all over, I’m so sated and depleted that I can’t even think straight. My heavy lids are half-closed as I watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and I can’t help but think this might be the very best Christmas morning of my entire life.
He excuses himself to the restroom, and I think I fall back asleep for a few minutes. I wake with a jerk when the bed dips beside me, and I realize he hasn’t gotten his own release just yet.
I want him to fuck me like he said he would, but I also want to taste him.
And since it’s Christmas morning and we have all day together with no other plans, why not both?
I wait for him to lean back on his pillows with a soft sigh, and then I force myself up. I slowly pull his boxers down his legs, lifting them up over his incredibly hard cock, and I toss them aside. I kneel between his legs, and I get right to work.
I take his cock in my fist and stroke up and down a few times, and his eyes are heavy as he looks down at me, a small smile playing on his lips.
I look up at him and lick my own lips. “What?” I ask.
He reaches down and tucks some hair behind my ear. “Nothing. Just…I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than you all flushed after you come, excited to take my cock between your lips.”
His words alone send another aching pulse square to my pussy.
My God, this man.
“How do you know I’m excited?” I ask.
He sits up and reaches down between my legs. He pushes a finger into me. “Because you’re so goddamn wet that you want more.”
My hips sway to the movement of his finger, and I close my eyes.
He’s right. He’s so, so right.
But he deserves a turn first.
I shift my hips back so his finger falls out, and I suck his cock into my mouth as he lays back to enjoy what I’m doing.
He watches me, and I glance up to see his eyes on me. They’re heated with need and lust and love and everything in between, and he reaches down to hold my head in place as I suck him all the way to the back of my throat. He relents, letting me pull back, and I suck in a breath as I do it again.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, and then his hips start to shift so he’s keeping pace with my mouth. His growls and groans tell me he’s getting close. “I want to fuck you. I want to come in your hot cunt, baby.”
I stop sucking on him and quickly move over the top of him, sliding my pussy down over the wet cock that was just in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, drawing out the word, and he lifts up a little so his face is inches from mine. “I love you,” he says, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he clings on around my waist.
“I love you, too,” I say, and then he buries his face in between my breasts as he starts to move the two of us from the bottom.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” he grunts, and hearing his pleasure as I feel the fullness of him inside of me is enough to push me into another orgasm.
As my pussy tightens and pulses over him, he lets out a loud roar and then pumps hard into me a few more times before his rhythm slows.
We’re both panting and glistening with sweat as I lift myself off of him and collapse down beside him.
“That was one hell of a wakeup call,” he murmurs.
I giggle as I lean up to look at him. “I’ll take one of those every morning from now until forever.”
“May your Christmas wish come true,” he says, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
And despite all the drama and turmoil surrounding us, I feel safe right here in his arms, in his bed, in this cocoon where we find ourselves.
I just wish we could stay here forever.
But eventually, reality will come knocking.