7. Nuttin for Christmas
Chapter 7
Nuttin' for Christmas
SAMMY
E very woman knows that when a man offers to give you a back rub, there’ll be funny business.
Jokes on Sawyer. I’m more than game for getting frisky.
We have plenty of time before the party. AndI’ll try anything to take my mind off this stupid freaking back pain. Two days of this shit. I’m down for some orgasmic healing. What can it hurt?
However, I still want a back massage. I’m horny, not stupid.
On top of that, we need to get our sexy times in while we can. Once the twins arrive, it’ll be a while before we can fly our freak flags. We need to be like sexual squirrels, storing our nuts for the winter.
Get it? Heh. Heh . Nuts.
The click of the door lock echoes in the bunk room as I lower myself to the edge of the bed with the grace of an elephant ballerina, minus the tutu.
“Turn onto your side, princess,” Sawyer orders, layering heat on his smoky timbre.
Dutifully, I flop backward, then log roll to my side like the overstuffed sausage I am. The grunt that leaves me does so on its own accord. I cannot control the sounds coming out of my mouth anymore.
My husband’s muted laughter wraps around me from behind like a warm blanket as he joins me on the bed.
“Here, princess. One for the belly.” He helps me tuck a pillow under my gigantic stomach. But he’s not done spoiling me. He knows the routine by now. “And this one between your knees.”
After he surrounds me with approximately twenty-seven pillows, he hovers his face a few inches over mine. “Comfy, my love?”
“Best as can be expected, given there are two fully baked humans camping out inside me.”
His features sag, showing some of the empathy he’s got in droves.
Longing to turn his frown around, I beam at him without a lick of sarcasm. “I love you, Sawyer. Thanks for taking such good care of me. You’re the best husband in the universe.”
That isn’t lip service. He’s been waiting on me hand and foot for the last several months. We’re lucky I didn’t get gestational diabetes from all the sweetness he’s doused me with.
“Didn’t I tell you I was gonna treat you like my princess?”
“You did say that.”
“Man of my word,” he boasts with a saucy wink that makes my mouth water. “Now, let’s work out those knots. Can’t have my wife in pain. That’ll never do.”
“Pretty sure it’s inevitable at this point.”
Without wasting any time, he gets to work on my middle and low back.
His touch is heaven.
And he gives it so freely; it’s as if he actively remembers the time I told him about being touch-starved. Since that day, he’s made it his life’s mission to keep my love well topped off. Yet even when it’s overflowing, I still crave more.
I’ll never get enough of his hands on me or mine on him.
We’re about ten minutes into the massage when his hands start drifting lower. It’s subtle at first. A simple caress of my ass on a downward pass. A few strokes later, he does it again. The next time, he dives lower. Another time, he sneaks around to the front.
His breath picks up as he shifts his positioning, bringing his lower body closer. He twines his legs with mine.
Eventually, his covert seduction fails him, and what he wants to do becomes blindingly obvious. Unless he wasn’t trying to be covert at all. Because he’s as subtle as an erection to the eyeball.
Wrapping one of his strong hands around my hip, he gently tugs me backward. At the same time, he thrusts his cock against my ass. Surprising no one, he’s hard and growing harder.
Poke . Caress. Poke . Ass rub. Pokity poke poke .
“Someone’s getting frisky,” I goad him, feigning aggravation. I’m sure he doesn’t buy it. Especially since I’m beginning to pulse my ass backward to tease him.
But it’s fun to play hard to get. He likes the thrill of the chase.
Probably.
I sure like having him chase me. It reminds me that he still wants me despite the fully distended hot air balloon I’m smuggling under my stretched-out shirt.
As insatiable as we were before getting pregnant, I worried some of that would fade as the twins grew. Turns out, those fears were unfounded. If anything, he’s been hornier. He said I gave him a breeding kink when I ordered him to finish inside me that first time we had sex.
I’ll need to keep an eye on that so we don’t end up with a baker’s dozen kids.
“Who me? Getting frisky? Psh.” He shifts his voice into one of his accents. “You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Well, I’m the only one here.”
I click my tongue at him, fighting off a giggle. “Not your best work, babe.”
“Excuse me?” he whines in his regular voice.
“I call it like I see it, champ. You’ve done better De Niro impressions in your sleep.”
Barely suppressing a sexy growl, he digs his fingertips into my hips before working them around to my still sore low back muscles. “Well, sorry to disappoint. But I’m distracted by your sweet ass and even sweeter memories.”
“Any memories in particular?”
Another poke of his erection into my ass, which draws a wiggle from me. “Yeah. The first time I touched your gorgeous pussy was in a position like this.”
It takes a moment for my mind to shuffle back that far in time. When the memory hits me, a laugh bubbles up my chest. “That was the night all your brains were in your biceps.”
“Pass me my phone so I can call the cops. I need to report a murder. My ego has been killed in cold blood.”
I pull his face over my shoulder, like I did that night. “I can’t believe you thought I was crying in bed. Naked, no less. Damn, Sawyer. No brains at all.”
He draws in a huge breath while running his nose and lips over my neck. “Mock me if you will. But it worked out pretty well for you that night if memory serves.”
“And several nights after that.” A moan slips free from the swirl of his tongue over my pulse point. It turns into a whimper when he progresses to a little nibble. “I want to let my snarky monster play with you some more, but I’m getting needy.”
“Is your horny monster taking control, princess?”
Smart ass.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s recreate that night.”
I reach a hand under my waistband to tug down my stretchy pants. “How about a different ending this time?”
He joins me, helping with my bottoms, so I switch to stripping off my top.
“How do you want it to end this time?” he asks.
“With you naked and inside me.”
He removes the rest of my clothes, and then jumps out of bed to start on his own. “That sounds like a damn fine improvement.”
I roll over for a view of him stripping. But he’s already three-quarters of the way nude by the time I heft to my other side. Bummer. “Damn, babe. You’re moving fast. What’s the hurry?”
“I think you know damn well what the hurry is.” His eyes dance with mirth as he slides back into bed. “It’s between my legs and rock hard. Soon, it’ll be between your legs. Still rock hard. But first, I need to get you off like I did that night.”
My palms rise to cuphis cheeks, and I offer my lips to him. “Who am I to argue with a man with such a divine plan?”
Without reservation, he captures my mouth. As his tongue delves between my lips, my pussy clenches. He swallows all my needy moans, adding his own in the process.
Our hands move in a frenzy, groping and fondling each other like we’ve been apart for weeks. We haven’t. He’s with me every night. But that’s how we are sometimes. Ravenous for each other.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Turn over,” he murmurs against my lips.
Infusing heat into my tone, I toss back, “How do you ask?”
“Oh, you wanna play?”
“Maybe a little bit.” I kiss him again, powerless to keep my lips off his. Especially when he’s this damn close. “Do you feel like being my good boy?”
“Always, ma’am.”
Although I’ve been horny as hell for most of the pregnancy, I haven’t felt the need to channel my inner Domme for a while. Probably because I’ve been busy channeling a sloth. This will be a fun way to take my mind off the pain. It can be a somewhat early Christmas present for him.
I love this plan. Two birds. One Sammy.
Breaking the kiss, I roll away from him and order, “Slide up behind me like you did that night.”
He does as I instruct. “What now, my princess?”
“Drag your palm from my shoulder down to my wrist and back again. Slowly.”
Again, he complies dutifully.
I indulge in the seductive feel of his warm touch, straining to remember what happened next that night so I can guide the scene without getting too swept away.
“Move your hand from my arm to my side, then down over my hip.”
As he does, a throaty hum escapes him. “I remember what I was thinking when I did this.”
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking that you probably had a tank top on or at least your bra and panties.”
“And then?”
“Then I caressed your hip like this, searching for some fabric.” He swipes his hand over the curve of my hip. “I thought... any second now, I’ll feel her shorts. Aaany second now.”
“Surprise, surprise.” I place my hand on top of his to hold it in place on my upper thigh. “I was buck naked. Just like now.”
“You sure as fuck are. Lucky me.”
“I seem to recall that you tried to pull away.” Weaving my fingers through his, I begin guiding our hands under my stomach toward my aching pussy. “And I didn’t let you leave, did I?”
“Thankfully.”
“You might have been in charge of my safety, but I was in charge of our pleasure.”
I press our hands between my thighs. He buries his mouth into my neck and groans when he makes contact with my slippery flesh.
“Touch me, Sawyer. Just like this.” I position his fingertips over my clit, increasing the pressure. “Harder. A little to the left.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he rumbles. “Anything you want.”
“Good boy,” I purr. “Now, faster. A little harder.” My eyes roll back as he complies, working me up just the way I like it. “Yes, babe. Just like that.”
Although I don’t need to keep my hand over his—after all, he’s well qualified at getting me off—I leave our fingers intertwined, barely guiding him. He’s doing all the work, but keeping my hand there gives me a sense of control that’s heady as hell.
The way this powerhouse of a man surrenders to me is a drug. And I’m a hardcore addict with no intention of ever getting clean.
My breathing ratchets up a notch as tingles spread throughout my core. Unbidden, my hips pump, driving my tender bundle of nerves harder into his deft fingertips. “So good, Sawyer. Keep going.”
“You like that, don’t you, princess?”
Nodding, I mewl my response, too close to climaxing to form words.
“I love making you come.” He kisses the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “The sight of my beautiful wife, quivering in pleasure and gasping for air, making those sweet little keening sounds, is heaven.” Another kiss and a nibble of my earlobe. “I can’t get enough of pleasing you.”
His words, so adoring and sexy, send me tumbling over the precipice. “Oh fuck, Sawyer. I’m coming. Don’t stop.” My hips buck of their own volition, and euphoria shoots into my limbs in rippling waves.
Whispering against my neck, he praises me. “Yes, princess. Ride it out. You’re so fucking perfect when you come for me.”
Once my hips slow down and the sensations dissipate, I remove his hand away and release a sated breath. Relaxation pulsates through me as if I can feel the endorphin release.
For such a fast bean-flicking session, that was exceptionally powerful. Maybe I’ve missed my dominant side more than I realized.
He rains kisses along my neck while returning to soothing swirls of his fingertips along my hips and lower back. “Is your back feeling okay?”
“Yes, babe. It’s better now.”
“The healing power of a good orgasm.”
The warmth of his embrace suddenly disappears, giving me a chill. I start to object but catch sight of him dashing around the bed. He dives between the covers, facing my front this time.
“You could have asked me to roll over,” I toss with a fluttery puff of my lips.
He hits me with those mahogany eyes, feigning a begging expression. Like a lost puppy dog. And I’m such a sucker for it.“Allow me to please you, my love.”
“You just did.”
“May I do it again? This time with my mouth?”
I click my tongue and roll my eyes. “I guess I can let you do that if you really want to. Not that I care either way.” A tiny laugh sneaks free since I’m unable to pull off the non-plussed act I was aiming for.
His returning grin lights up the bunk room. “I appreciate all the sacrifices you make for me. You’re a saint.” Then he winks like it’s punctuation, and I just might die of lust.
Moving swiftly, he shimmies down the bed, lining up his face with what I presume is my pussy. I lose sight of him about halfway down my body, thanks to the giant projectile orb extending from what was once my waist.
But I feel him down there. Exactly where I want him.
His warm palms spread my thighs, making room for his face. “Roll over a little bit onto your back. Just a few inches, if you can, princess.”
Using one of my fifty-two pillows, I prop my back up so I can lie at a slight angle with my legs spread. As soon as I’m in position, he dives in.
He’s the first of us to moan, which brings a huge smile to my already blissed-out face. He loves this as much as I do.
Lapping at me like I’m coated in the sweetest nectar, he quickly has me joining him in a chorus of whimpers, gasps, and moans. Using the pointed tip of his tongue, he finds my clit after a few long strokes through my slick folds.
“Suck my clit, Sawyer,” I order, my voice low and husky with arousal.
He nuzzles against my tender flesh. “Yes, princess. Boss me around like that.”
Reaching around my belly toward where I think his head is, I find him and pet his hair.
Unable to speak due to the expert suction he’s applying to my sweet spot, he utters a deep sound of appreciation. The vibrations ripple across my tender flesh, heightening the sensations.
I grab a handful of his hair by the roots and gently nudge him harder into my pussy. “I’m going to fuck your face now,” I warn him. “You’re going to keep a hold of my clit, and don’t you dare let it go. If you do a good job getting me off, you’ll be allowed to come next.”
He nods eagerly, keeping my clit between his lips. My lashes flutter as I struggle to keep my eyes open from the onslaught of pleasure. Not only from the way he’s using me as a human pacifier but also from his obedience.
Placing my right foot flat on the bed, I use it as leverage to help me pump my hips upward, driving my pussy against his mouth and chin. “Yes, babe. That’s my good boy.”
My moans and keens spike in volume with each thrust against his mouth. And he does exactly as I ordered, never letting my clit go no matter how roughly I fuck his face.
Somehow, I manage to rasp out another command. “Put your finger inside me. One at first.”
I slow down my grinding, allowing him to comply with my commands.
“Very good. I want you to pump it in and out. All the way to your knuckle. Don’t you dare stop sucking my clit.”
Other than a slight nod and groan, he doesn’t answer, but he does follow my every instruction to a T .
“Add your next finger.”
He does, and my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
“Yes, Sawyer. You’re doing so well.” I pause when my orders are cut off by my satisfied moan. “Now, pump your fingers faster. And suck harder on my clit. Flick it with your tongue while keeping it in your mouth.”
Keeping hold of his hair, I grind vigorously into him. His sounds are nearly as blissed-out as mine. Knowing how much he loves this makes the ecstasy even more intoxicating. My climax barrels toward me like a freight train.All it takes is another pleased whimper from him to make my pussy walls quiver around his long, thick fingers and unleash that coil deep inside me. A prism of colors sparkles and shines behind my eyes as my body flutters with tingles.
Once I’ve ridden it out, I release my death grip on his hair, stroking my fingertips through the strands as best I can from this angle and while semi-conscious. My eyes stay closed while I actively work to catch my breath. I sense his movement again as he returns to his original position behind me. He removes the pillows propping me up, replacing them with his body.
While he pulls me close, his cock pokes my ass cheeks. “May I slip my cock inside your soaking wet pussy now, my love?”
“You’re such a good boy, asking for permission. You know how much I love that.”
He strokes his warm palm lovingly over my belly, flexing his hips to apply increasing pressure to my ass. “Is that a yes? May I fuck my wife now?”
“I demand you fuck me now,” I tease, all the heat gone from my voice.
He doesn’t let my change of tone pull him from the role-play. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
After angling us into position, he lines up the head of his thick cock with my slit and begins pushing into my entrance. He moves gently at first, tiny pumps that grow and lengthen as he sinks deeper inside my sensitive pussy. By the time he’s halfway inside, I’m arching my back and gasping his name.
“Please lift your leg for me, and I’ll hold it up. I need to get deeper.”
“Since you asked nicely.”
Wearing nothing but a grin, I raise my leg. As promised, he grabs my thigh and takes over the movement. The new angle gives him better access, allowing him to slip in deeper and stretch me deliciously.
He bottoms out after three deep strokes. “ Fuuuck , baby. Your pussy is so damn wet for me.”
I can’t respond with anything other than feral mewls and cries because he picks up the pace. Although he’s not slamming into me as hard as he used to, it feels just as good. Perhaps better. I’m hypersensitive down there lately. Every tingle is magnified. My clit. My G-spot. Even the walls of my pussy have heightened sensations.
For all the annoying aspects of pregnancy—the stretch marks, mood swings, constant peeing, and so on—the perks like this come damn close to making up for it.
The sound of slapping skin mingles with our racing breaths as he plunges fast and deep inside me.
I toss my head back and cry out, “Yes. Fuck me, babe. Just like that.”
“Shh, princess,” he coos against my neck, reducing his frantic pace.
“Oops! Forgot where I was. The partytonight will be awkward if everyone hears me coming on your cock.”
He must like the sound of that because he resumes the powerful strokes that had me yelping a few seconds ago. There’s a tiny sting to the spot where he’s grabbing my hips as he digs in deeper, moving me backward in concert with his forward pulses. I love it.
“May I come, princess?”
“ No . Wait for me.”
He groans, this time with frustration, and releases my hip so he can play with my clit, determined to help me get there.
It doesn’t take long for him to get me back to the precipice. With the beginning tingles of my climax, I finally grant his request. “You can come for me now, Sawyer. Fill me up.”
“Thank you, princess,” he husks out, hammering into me and blurring his fingers over my clit.
My third orgasm is stronger than the others, sending me reeling. I bite on a pillow to stifle the obscenities flying from my mouth.
Again and again, he jerks into me, his cock swelling as he approaches his climax.“ Fuuuck , Sammy,” he rumbles, the sound coming from low in his belly as his release coats my insides.
It’s pure ecstasy. Pretty sure he gave me a breeding kink too.
Aftershocks pulse through me as my climax begins to wane. He lowers my leg while staying inside me. We grow still, and the only sound is the racing of our hearts and shaky breaths.
I’m a second from dozing off when he smacks my ass out of nowhere. “Fucking hell, that was hot, princess. Thanks for the sex. Merry fucking Christmas.”
Silly ass.