“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.
