Spine lifting from the blanket, she frantically knots a hand in my short hair, demanding I continue. Quick circles, languid licks, even the occasional nibble. I take the time to thoroughly enjoy my gift, bringing her to the brink of orgasm then lettingher go. Over and over, until even a miniscule breeze sends goosebumps down her arms.
“Oh, fuck.” She writhes under my touch. “Yes. Don’t stop. I’m so close.” Some variation of swearing and saying my name and insisting I keep going continues until her skin’s humming, pussy clenching hard around the gentle thrust of my fingers.
“Remember what I asked for this year? Let it go, baby.”
Burying my fingers in her tight cunt, I moan against her clit, doing whatever I can to avoid the embarrassment of coming before either of us have even touched it. That’s the kind of shit that makes women feel powerful and proud the first time, but I’m sure the more it happens, the less impressive it gets.
Eira’s squeezing my knuckles together, taking what belongs to her, while moans carry through the humid room. “Lucas,please.”
My forearms hold the thighs threatening to crush my skull at bay, and the girl of my fucking dreams comes all over my face. Waves of pleasure racking her body, leaving her trembling and encouraging my addiction.
Nobody will ever measure up to this woman for me. I’d hock a loogie in the face of a supermodel for the chance to kiss Eira. I’d give up my entire life for the feel of her pussy. I’d do anything—any fucking thing—she asked for the chance to have her in my arms every day.
Maybe that’s insane. My family would say I’m being irrational and impulsive and obsessive and…I don’t care.
Eira fists my hair, pulling me to her for a slow kiss, and she moans when our lips meet; she’s enjoying the taste of herself on my tongue as much as I am. Her heels press to my ass, spurring me on.
“That illustration you made…” My nose traces her jaw from the tip of her perfect, rounded chin to the shell of her ear. “The one of us—”
“I thought we weren’t talking about it anymore.” She angles her neck so I can kiss her pulse point; her racing heartbeat feeding my ravenous desire.
“Hear me out,” I whisper against her skin, feeling her hum of disagreement travel the length of her throat. “You lying naked in front of the tree looks even better in real life than it does on paper. There’s tinsel on the tree… And I want nothing more than to make your Christmas fantasies come true.”
Chapter sixteen
Eira
The warmth of his breath on the small patch of skin behind my ear makes my heart stutter.
“Come on, baby. Let me give you this.”
Shutting my eyes, an answer tumbles out—unconvincing as it may be. “Okay.”
I’ve always been a maladaptive daydreamer, getting so lost in the images my mind conjures I briefly lose sense of reality. To process and move on, I bring my wild imaginings to life through whichever medium best suits. I need the moment when I step back from my art and thinkyes, that’s exactly what I had pictured it would look like. Then I’m free to carry on and find a new daydream.
Lucas hands me my iPad, grinning ear to ear as I unlock it. He pulls up the image, glancing over just in time to catch the rosey flush blossom out from my chest.
His eyes study the screen in careful detail, and he holds a smile behind his closed fist. “Fuck, I almost forgot how hot this is.”
“Lucas, we don’t have to do this if it’s too much.”
“Too much?” He laughs, setting the tablet down and standing to carefully unwind two long strands from the tree. “Baby, there’s nothing you could ask me to do that would be too much.”
The silver garland sparkles and shines, reflecting the steadily changing coloured light bulbs on nearly every tree branch. He wraps the tinsel around his neck like a scarf as he kneels between my open legs. The crackle of the wood fire has me startling, my nerve endings already on high alert, pulse racing at the thought of what we’re about to do.
“You tell me to lick your pussy,” he leans in and swipes his tongue up my slit, ending with a small flourish on my clit that sends a vibration through my entire body, “and I’ll eat you all fucking night.”
He sits back up, cool air blowing across my damp skin at the loss of him.
“You tell me to kiss you?” His lips, still wet with my arousal, softly press to mine. Hovering just above my mouth, he continues to speak. “Baby, I’ll kiss you every day for the rest of my goddamn life.”
The promise of every day sounds so good, my lips prickle and purse, earning me another honeyed kiss just before he sits back.
“My girl wants to be bound in tinsel?” He smirks, taking hold of my hands. “Fucking hell, I’m going to earn a damn Scouts badge for my knot-tying abilities. I’ve never done this before… just so you know.”
“Neither have I. But… I-I’ve wanted to.”
“If you trust me enough to do this, I promise to take care of you, Eira. I know I got a little”—he scrubs a hand over his jaw, wincing at the memory—“rough before. That won’t happen again.”
