Chapter 20 Annalise
TWENTY
ANNALISE
Stay calm. Don’t freak out.
I feel like I’m vibrating. The excitement from realizing I’m waking up with Sebastian in my bed, curled around me, is almost too much.
Last night was so much more than I could have expected.
Sebastian had me coming five separate times to his once.
He was more focused on my pleasure than his own.
I never thought he’d be selfish in bed, but I didn’t realize just how generous he’d be.
I barely move and feel his erection pressing against my ass.
A grin spreads across my face as an idea hits me.
I slowly and carefully remove myself from Sebastian’s arms and shuffle down the bed.
I carefully hook my fingers into the waistband of his gym shorts and manage to pull them down enough for his erection to pop free.
I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him.
He moans, and I look up the bed to see him still asleep, but he rolls onto his back.
Moving with him, I adjust myself and wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I’ve never woken a man up this way, but it sends a thrill through me, and my pussy clenches around nothing as I get more and more turned on.
“Lise?” Sebastian groans, and I release him with a pop.
“Were you expecting someone else?” I ask, still stroking him.
“No.”
I wrap my lips around the head and suck, pulling a moan from him.
“I just thought I was dreaming.”
I hum around him and move down his length.
When I reach up and roll his balls, he thrusts into my mouth.
Releasing his balls, my hand slides down my stomach and between my legs, my finger circling my clit.
I close my eyes, relaxing my throat as I take more of Sebastian in my mouth and allow the sensation of my finger circling my clit to fill me with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby,” Sebastian moans. “God, you look hot with my cock filling your mouth.”
I flutter my lashes up at him, and I swear his eyes roll back in his head.
I lift up on my knees and lean down, taking Sebastian all the way to the back of my throat until I gag.
His thighs tense, and I feel him thicken in my mouth.
He’s close. I hollow my checks, sucking on him, and it sends him over the edge.
He moans my name as he comes down my throat.
I continue my circles on my clit, my orgasm close as I drag out Sebastian’s.
When he’s relaxed, I release him from my mouth and rest my forehead on his thigh. My orgasm is so close, I’m almost there. Sebastian reaches a hand under me, finding my nipple, and pulls at it just enough to send me crashing over the edge, his name a moan on my lips as the orgasm tears through me.
I collapse on my back, panting.
“What a way to wake up,” Sebastian says, still sounding slightly breathless.
“Glad you approve.”
“Baby, you can wake me up like that anytime you want.”
The way he calls me baby sends heat radiating through me, and I fight a desire to do a little wiggle in bed.
He moves so he’s lying right beside me, and I turn my head to face him. He tucks my hair behind my ear as he says, “Merry Christmas.”
I smile and chuckle. “It’s Christmas Eve.”
He grins back. “And in the words of thirteen-year-old Annalise, Christmas is Christmas, and we must celebrate.”
My cheeks hurt my grin is so wide. The fact he remembers that is everything.
“I brought sugar cookies—it’s pre-made dough, but I had to do with what made sense for the trip—and coloured icing. We have hot cocoa and every classic Christmas Eve movie.”
“Sounds perfect,” I say wistfully.
He moves to hover over me, and I immediately spread my legs, giving him space. He trails his nose up the column of neck, and I hum in anticipation.
“And I’m hoping that after all of those festivities, I get to bring you up here and watch you fall apart for me over and over again until you swear you can’t give me any more only to detonate in another orgasm.”
He pulls back, and I groan in protest. “Such a tease.”
“As if you didn’t spend days flaunting your sexy-as-hell body while asking to take it slow. I was a walking boner. I think you can wait until later.”
“What if I can’t?” I ask as I smirk playfully, and my hand snakes down my stomach towards the apex of my thighs.
“Then I’ll sit and watch as you get yourself off knowing that it’s not as good as my face between your thighs or my cock stretching that perfectly tight cunt.”
“I brought toys,” I say, wanting to gauge his reaction.
A sinful smirk hits his lips.
“Then we’ll find time to play with those.”
I raise a brow. “You’re not intimidated?”
He shakes his head. “My sole goal is to get you over the finish line. To make you feel so much pleasure you fear you’re going to pass out. If that means bringing in some teammates, then all the more fun. I know you’ll be calling my name.”
“Why are you so hot?” I mumble.
He kisses my nose and slides off the bed. “I could ask the same thing.”
He heads downstairs, leaving me staring at his ass in those shorts, which damn near short-circuits my brain.
I shuffle out of bed and follow him. We work side-by-side preparing breakfast, him taking my hand and dancing with me as we wait for something to finish.
I feel so carefree right now. I don’t feel like I’m hiding anything or any part of myself when it comes to being with Sebastian.
As we settle in the living room, Sebastian pulls a stack of movies out, placing them in front of me. I number them, and he puts the first one in before settling beside me with his plate. When we’ve finished our food, I lean into Sebastian’s side, and he wraps an arm around me.
This isn’t the first time we’ve cuddled on the couch, but after last night, it feels different.
Like we’ve fallen into a sense of comfortability and normalcy with one another.
The entire time I was with Tim, I never felt this at ease.
When the sun starts to set and the living room grows dark, Sebastian gets up and plugs in the tree and the lights on the mantel before starting a fire.
It’s all so picturesque in a way I never thought I’d get to experience.
It’s like something out of a movie. The lights twinkle off the glass, making it so you can barely make out the snow outside.
The fire crackles, the room filling with the scent of burning wood.
We decide to eat snacks and cookies for the rest of the night, watching movies.
When we’re decorating the cookies, Sebastian uses the icing to make a heart on two cookies, writing each of our initials inside and passing me the one with his.
We clink the cookies as though we’re cheersing, and I giggle around my bite of cookie.
We don’t stay up late, sliding into bed together.
Sebastian doesn’t fuck me like he did last night, he takes his time.
Slowly exploring my body, building my orgasm with each deliberate touch of his hands and thrust of his hips.
We manage to come undone together, kissing each other through the euphoria.