36. Harper #2
“This might be my new favorite Christmas tradition.” I laugh, slouching against the wall totally spent, and my breath still ragged from my orgasm.
Jace stands but doesn’t pull me to him like he normally does. Instead, he goes to the dresser and pulls out a wrapped present. “Great minds think alike, I guess.” He grins, handing me the present. “A little Christmas Eve gift for you.”
Moving to the bed, I open the neatly wrapped gift, curious what was so urgent to give me that he stopped the direction things were headed. When I see it, I understand why. Pulling out the soft pink toy, I eye Jace. “Merry Christmas to me.” I smile, testing the button, and it’s charged.
“Oh, I wasn’t taking any chances. I charged it last night.” He laughs, reading my mind.
“Smart man, should we take it for a test spin?” I still can’t believe the way I talk to him sometimes. In any past relationship, I was so self-conscious, never asking for what I wanted, and definitely too embarrassed to try talking dirty, but with Jace, it feels natural and freeing.
Jace backs away from the bed, moving to the overstuffed chair in the corner that I sit in to read before bed. “I seem to remember you pleasuring yourself to images of me working on a roof one time. I’d like a mental image to go with that as well.”
My brain short circuits when he pulls his pants down and settles in the chair. Legs spread wide, rubbing his cock, working it from base to tip. “Huh?”
“Show me the way you got yourself off, Harper. I want to watch you drive yourself to an orgasm.”
I’m still in my getup, so I set the toy on the bed before slipping the straps of my top down my arms and pushing it and the skirt down my body.
“Leave the heels on.” The command in his voice makes me want to say, “yes sir,” but I refrain, not going to let him think he has all the power tonight.
I crawl onto the bed in slow exaggerated motions, knowing he’s getting a front row view of my ass that he loves to bite.
Settling back on the pillows, I bring my feet up, so my legs are bent, then drop my knees out, with my pussy on full display.
“Fuuuuck.” His groan makes my stomach contract. I love the way he worships my body.
I hold his stare, flipping the toy on. It’s two-sided, one side a vibrator, the other a suctioning mechanism.
Humming fills the air, and I glide the toy over my body, slowly bringing it to my center.
The vibrations are surprisingly strong for such a small toy, the pulsing like a shockwave when it touches my clit.
Not wanting to come too quickly, I slide it between my folds, massaging between my lips.
“Look at you, Harper, so wet already.” The chair creaks when he stands, and I grin at how short of a time he lasted.
My breathing quickens between the vibrations on my pussy and Jace's stare. I feel ready to burst. I move the toy, massaging my clit. “Ooohh, God,” I moan when his fingers slide through the wetness dripping from me.
“That’s my girl, get my hand nice and wet for me.” Pumping his fingers into me, he gathers wetness and uses it as lube for stroking his cock.
The way his fist grips his cock, pumping with a brutal pressure has my core tightening, pleasure building rapidly.
Watching his hand, I flip the toy, setting the suction to my clit.
My back bows, arching off the bed, the rhythmic sucking sensation nearly overwhelming.
“Fuck,” I breath. “Oh, God, Jace. I’m so close. ”
“Let go, Harper, let me see that pussy contract when you orgasm.” Damn, if his command doesn’t push me over the edge. My entire body spasms.
“Fuckkk, Jace,” I scream into my arm, throwing my head back with my eyes closed as I shatter. The toy falls from my hand as I gasp for air; the way that orgasm tore through me leaves me in pieces. Jace grabs my ankles and I squeal as he yanks me to the foot of the bed.
“That. Fuck me, Harper. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ll make it up to you later, but right now, I need to come inside you.
” Spreading my legs for him, I pant as he grips his cock, swirling it around my entrance, teasing, stoking my pleasure again before slamming home inside me.
There is no slow build, no finesse, just rough fucking.
He takes me and I relish in the way he fills me, working my pussy like only he can.
Seconds later, he stills, grunting, exerting so much control not to roar as he spills his release inside of me.
He pulls out, moving me fully onto the bed, before climbing up behind me and inserting himself once more.
I smile at the action, knowing his obsession with keeping his cum inside me.
We fall asleep like that until he hardens inside me again and we go for another round.
This time, we crash into bed after cleaning up then pass out, utterly spent and deliciously sated.
Jace is the first one up Christmas morning.
His excitement for our first Christmas together is infectious.
Before Lizzie or I make it out of bed, he’s already puttering around.
Wanting to be awake when Lizzie comes down, I drag my butt out of bed and put on leggings and my favorite Christmas sweater.
Stepping into the living room, I laugh in shock.
He has been busy! Tree lights are on, a fire in the fireplace, the milk and cookies Lizzie put out are gone, and I can smell coffee and hot chocolate wafting from the kitchen.
“What is that?” I gasp, gaping at Jace. He’s wearing a bright red sweatshirt with a giant Christmas tree on the front that is lit up like the Vegas strip. He does a slow turn, letting me see all the angles of that garish shirt.
“What? You think I’m going to let you have all the fun? After seeing the way you go all out for this holiday, I knew I had to step up my game.”
“You definitely did that.”
Sweeping me in his arms, Jace kisses me soundly. Christmas music comes on and he spins me in his arms. “Merry Christmas, Harper.”
Before I can respond, the sound of little feet and dog paws patters above us. “Showtime!” Jace smiles. We wait snuggled in each other's arms as Lizzie and Tink make their way down the stairs. Lizzie’s eyes go wide as saucers when she spots the Princess Sofia castle.?
“Me?” she asks, eyes darting from the castle to us and back again.
“All for you, sweetie,” I say, my voice thick with emotion.
The next hour is spent opening presents and just being together.
When I get up to pull breakfast out of the oven, I pause in the doorway, watching Jace and Lizzie arrange the characters in the castle.
This little family we are building is so beautiful, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that it’s mine.
I wish I could go back and tell nineteen-year-old me to be patient, my prince charming is out there and will find us someday.