Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
SEBASTIAN
There’s nothing like starting Christmas Day balls deep inside my girlfriend.
Sasha straddles my lap, blissfully naked as she works herself up and down on my cock. Her moan lingers, her fingers curled around the headboard behind me. Every now and then she uses it for more leverage, to drive more power into the way she rides.
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” A needless question because she knows. It’s carved all over her face, the savage bite of her lip, the way she grips my hair whenever she doesn’t know what to do with herself and all this pleasure. “Greedy little thing.”
Except I’m the greedy one, caressing her full hips and thighs, pinching those pale pink nipples until she whines and rocks harder, and all that glorious flesh bounces deliciously in front of my face. Watching her come undone with pleasure is one of my greatest pleasures too.
I can’t get enough of her.
This.
Us.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I tell her, licking a bead of sweat sliding between her tits. “Use me. Take what you need.”
My name falls from her lips in a fierce, whispery groan.
Our mouths collide and our tongues touch, and it’s me who needs the leverage then, me who is desperate for it. I plant my feet on the mattress, sink my fingertips into the generous swell of her hips, and thrust up into her. Over and over.
Our flesh meets with great big smacks, and Sasha swears, scrambling for my shoulders to steady herself against the ferocity of my thrusts. The air burns with exertion and the mingling of our panting breaths, and it’s not long before a kaleidoscope of sensation bursts behind my eyes as she clenches and comes all over me, drawing out my orgasm until I’m blacked out and shaking with it.
Once we’re both back to our senses, Sasha’s cradled in my arms, her ear pressed to the thud of my still-racing heart. I’m unravelled by the joy of her being here, the privilege of being inside her gorgeous body, and I’m not sure I’ve ever smiled this much. I feel like the luckiest bastard alive to wake up like this from now on. The certainty of us, blending our futures together, buzzes beneath my skin.
Overwhelmed by it all, I gather Sasha’s hair in my fist and draw her in for a kiss we both smile in to. She hums, a sensual, lusty sound that makes my dick hard, and scratches the hair on my chest.
I’m seconds away from rolling on top of her and burying my mouth between her thighs, when Charlotte bursts into the room.
“It’s Christmaaaaaassssss!” she sings, splaying her arms wide.
For all of her claims that she’s an adult now, she’s remarkably child-like as she takes a running jump onto the bed, landing hard enough to make us all bounce.
“Charlotte!”
Sasha laughs, while I’m grateful I had enough presence of mind to cover us with the duvet.
“Charlotte, we’re naked under here.”
“Oh.” She scrambles off the bed like it’s diseased. “Ew.”
I wouldn’t call anything me and Sasha have done in this bed ew , but it’s a good lesson in setting boundaries. Start as we mean to go on and all that.
“Give us some privacy, okay? We’ll be down soon.”
“Don’t be too long. There’s presents to open!”
“You know the rule.”
“I have to wait for Granny,” she intones, like she’s recited the words a hundred times before and is well and truly over it, thank you.
“Is she awake yet or did only we get the pleasure of your company so far?”
“I’m checking on her next, geez, Dad. Give me a chance.” With that she rushes downstairs, shouting, “Granny! It’s Christmaaaaaasssss!”
It’s blissfully quiet once she’s disappeared. There’s no one up here now and zero chance of getting caught, but I still cast a glance at the open door. With the coast clear, I rip the duvet away, sending Sasha into a fit of squeals and laughter as I roll on top of her exactly as planned.
Bracketed between her gorgeous plump thighs, I grind against her a couple of times, stringing kisses between her tits, swiping along her clavicle. There’s a smattering of freckles on her shoulder that’s fascinating for some reason, and I kiss there too. Once, twice, three times.
“Sebastian.”
“Mmm?”
“Stop.” She’s breathless now. “We need to get up.”
Her words say one thing but the way she gives me access to her neck is quite another.
“If I had my way I’d spend the whole of Christmas inside you.”
“Well, as UTI-inducing as that sounds, your daughter’s waiting for you. Remember what you told me? She’s the one who made Christmas magical for you. Let’s go get some of that magic, hmm?”
I drop my head against the smooth slope of her shoulder. She’s right of course. Being with Charlotte is what Christmas is all about, and now that Sasha’s here with us too? Even better.
“Fine. But next year you’re warming my cock from Christmas Eve to New Year’s Day.”
“Deal.”
Sasha’s laughter tinkers around us, brightening the room even though the curtains are still closed. I sweep her off the bed, and carry her into the ensuite where that laughter echoes around the tiles even more, and this is the soundtrack of my life now.
I’ve never heard anything better.
We shower together quickly, dress in clean matching pyjamas Charlotte made me buy last week—they’re dotted with candy canes and stars—and I kiss Sasha’s hand before leading us out of the room, more than ready to start the day of King family Christmas traditions.
“Sebastian,” she says, tugging at me to stop.
“What is it?”
Sasha fiddles with the hem of her pyjama top, her gaze drifting to the floor. “You’re the one who made Christmas magical for me again. You and Charlotte. Edith too.” She shrugs one shoulder, like it’s no big deal. “I just wanted you to know that.”
Something clenches in my chest, and everything is so unbelievably simple, and the path forward is so clear.
“I love you,” I tell her.
Her mouth parts in shock. “What?”
“I’m so in love with you. I don’t care if it’s too soon to say it. I love you.”
She blinks at me with shiny eyes, dazed enough by my words to let me drag her closer. I wrap her in my arms and bury my mouth against her neck, breathing kisses against her fluttering pulse, dragging my nose along the edge of her jaw, kissing her.
We lose a few more minutes like that, though it doesn’t feel like a loss trapped by the press of each other’s mouths, and when Sasha finally pulls away I can hardly breathe for wanting her.
“I love you too.”