We kissed and kissed and kissed until I pulled back to check in and looked at her in awe. “You are so damn beautiful.”
“Remember that I told you to get in me, Russo.” She wagged her eyebrows at me.
I shook my head, laughter in my voice. “I aim to please, ma’am.”
“Then let’s get pleasing some more.”
Sliding off her, I got out of the bed to kick off my underwear and grab a vibrator from the bedside table where I knew she stored it and prayed to all that was holy that it was charged.
She gave me a skeptical look. “Um, not sure if you were paying attention, but I just orgasmed. I don’t have to during sex—you know that.”
“I don’t give a fuck; we might just have fun with it.” I slid back into the bed next to her. “And for this first time, I’m voting we go the slippery route.”
I poured some lube onto my fingers, knowing she’d been concerned about pain the first time, and I wanted zero chance of that. I slid some gently into her and also coated my cock with it. Bottle to the table, thankful for the hand towel, we were ready to go.
“Position preference, sexy?” I said as I placed another kiss to her neck. She didn’t say anything, so I pulled back to see her face. She was watching me, a look of wonder visible.
“Babe?”
I could tell her eyes were a bit watery, which hadn’t been the case a moment ago, and that made me worry. “Are you okay? We can stop if that’s all you want to do tonight. Whatever—”
Grace pushed a finger against my mouth. “No. You are just showing me once again tonight that you were made for me.”
She pushed my shoulder, and I let her lead as she rolled me to my back and then swung a leg over my hips and grabbed my cock to hold in position as she slowly slid down.
As she did, she looked down at me. “Thanks for being amazing about this.”
I placed my hands on her hips and watched as she tentatively rose and then lowered above me, letting her set the pace and depth.
“Gracie?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re hot as fuck.” I squeezed her hip in my hand. “And I’m all in for cowgirl position. Anytime, any day.”
She tossed her head back as she laughed, still rolling her hips as her thighs squeezed my body. Damn, she was a goddess.
“Aidan,” she said, speeding up a bit.
“Um-hmm,” I said, watching her go.
“Love you,” she whispered as she began to chase her own pleasure, bringing me right along with her as she cried out again and let go.
Chapter11
Santa Comes Down the Chimney
Grace
As we walked up the sidewalk to Logan and Allyson’s beautiful home, I was distracted by the fit of Aidan’s jeans. Last night had been wonderful. I’d felt cherished, listened to. I hadn’t realized how much our lack of sex life in the past few months could be contributed to the amount of fear and anxiety I was carrying around about it. By sharing that with Aidan, I felt like it wasn’t only my “issue” anymore but one we were working on together. Who knew communication could do so much? Um, I’m pretty sure everyone, that’s who.
One thing I was struggling with now was trying to think back to when just telling Aidan how I was feeling hadn’t become second nature. Was it when we got pregnant? Was it before? Had we gotten so used to being together over the years that we stopped working on making sure were actuallytherefor each other?
Whenever it was, last night had been amazing. As had the middle of the night. And this morning. And the shower before we came here. We hadn’t had sex every time—we’d just been wrapped up in each other. Kisses, caresses, mutual orgasms, the more we touched, the more I wanted to. And now I was back to noticing my man’s ass. It was pretty nice. Heck, when he’d come out of our closet in his fitted forest-green Henley, jeans, and boots, I’d wanted to suggest skipping this gathering altogether, but it was Logan and Allyson’s first holiday party. I knew it was a big deal to the two of them. When Sophia had heard about the party and how we were looking for a babysitter, she decided to stay for another night even though we’d been told we could take Mia.
When Logan moved to Highland Falls years ago, he’d been so grief-stricken over the loss of his first wife that he’d sort of closed himself off from the world. His friendship with Allyson had blossomed over the past year to something more. Now they were married with a baby on the way.
Their house was outside town, near Highland Woods, where Logan was the park director. The cabin was lit up with large windows open to the road, and I could see our friends gathering inside. Luckily the winter temperatures had the ground frozen because there was a creek bed you had to drive over when coming up the lane. That bed was dry though and super shallow when it wasn’t.
