Tolly and I wake up early the next morning because it’s impossible to sleep once Adrian is up and going. His work boots are particularly loud and heavy on the wooden floors.
I grouse, scrunching my face against the noise. “It’s still dark… Christmas.”
“Darling, even on Christmas, Adrian’s up before dawn tending to the land and animals as he does every day. He’s probably up a little earlier to get things settled before breakfast.”
“Oh.” Guess I can’t complain about that.
Snuggling into Tolly’s armpit, I rub his chest as we listen to Adrian tromp outside and start a very loud engine. Everything goes quiet after a few moments and I lower my hand to his belly, loving how warm his skin is.
“How can you sleep nude in this freezing weather?” I mumble, kissing his bare pec.
“It’s not winter inside the house,” he says, palming the back of my head. “And I like the feeling of bed linens on my skin.”
“So you never wear pajamas?”
“Depends on the circumstance, but I wear as little as I can get away with.”
“I don’t hate it,” I admit, dry humping his hip as he cups my ass.
He chuckles and pulls me up for a chaste peck of the lips.
“Mmf. I can’t tell if I want to go back to sleep or brush my teeth so I can make out with you.”
Twisting to rub his morning hard-on against my thigh, he mutters, “I know which one I’d prefer.”
Needing no further encouragement, I slip out of the covers and into the shared hallway for the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I give myself a lightning-quick bird bath and race back across the hall to the room. Tolly, in no rush, strolls naked to the bathroom and does the same.
We are the only ones upstairs, but I’m still scandalized. And entirely turned on.
When Tolly returns smelling of toothpaste and soap, I tackle him to the bed. He presses me against the pillows with insistent kisses, delving into my mouth with his wicked tongue while ripping off every shred of my clothing.
I let myself be ravaged, boggling at the fact that I’m in the UK on Christmas, getting kissed to within an inch of my life by an English lord. It’s like somebody tookPride and Prejudice(the Keira Knightly version) andY Tu Mamá Tambiénand blended them together on high.
Drawing back, Tolly shoves two fingers in my mouth, thrusting in and out until they’re slick, then he pushes my knees to my chest.
“Hold,” he demands, his eyes dark and hooded.
I wrap my arms around my knees, bent in half as he kisses his way down my shin. Palming my ass with an intense look on his face, he spreads my cheeks, biting his plump bottom lip as he lowers his face to my hole.
Growling, he dives in, first with an eye-rolling broad lick before swirling the tip of his tongue around my rim. My cock bounces and twitches as he continues to mix it up, and I feel like I’ve gone insane when the pleasure reaches down in between my toes.
Before I can acclimate to his attack, he plunges his middle finger inside me. I have to drag a pillow over my face when he hooks it right up against… Oh, fuck. He spits on my hole and adds the second finger. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as he twists his wrist.
Just when I think I can’t take it for another second, he sucks my cock into his mouth. My orgasm feels like a pressure valve has been released, sudden and powerful. He grunts, surprised, but swallows everything.
Ripping the pillow from my face, I drop my feet to the bed and drag him up to me, kissing him like the world is about to end, tasting what he tasted and reliving it all over again.
“Sit on my face,” I beg between breaths. “Please. Need it.”
“I—I could hurt you.” His voice is ragged, and his eyes look greedy.
“No, you can’t. I need your ass. Please.”
Awkward, he flips around, looking back at me, his eyes filled with worry.
The morning sun has started to brighten the room, and I’m entranced by his pale hole, covered in a fine brown fur. I swallow my drool as I grab his hips and pull down.
He insists on going to his knees and hovering slightly. I take a tentative lick, then bite back a groan, loving the musky smell of him.
