Only this time, I believe him, when he finally rises from his feet, stepping back and allowing us both to stare at the beautiful tree standing before us. The tree remains bare, but images of what she will look like with the ornaments and lights Neil brought down from the second floor dance through my mind.
“She’s going to look fabulous once we’re done,” I say, coming to stand beside him.
He wraps his arms around my waist as he moves behind me. “It’s perfect.” He kisses me beneath my right ear, and I shiver.
Turning to him, I allow him to see the look of need in my eyes.
“I’m sorry for the awful things my mother said last night.”
Neil drops a kiss to my lips. “Don’t ever apologize for someone else’s actions. As long as you trust me, that’s all I need.”
There’s a pang in my heart.Trust.Something I used to give willingly and easily. I feel as if I’ve lost that ability after Deirdre’s death.
I lift on my tiptoes and bury my face between his head and shoulder and nod.
“C’mere,” he murmurs. “I want you to try a new seat.”
Lifting to look up at him, I wrinkle my forehead. “New seat?”
He chuckles at my mystified tone but doesn’t say anything as he pulls me over to the long couch across from the unlit fireplace. Sitting, he spreads his legs, drawing my body in between his thighs. His hands move to my waist, undoing the button of my jeans and the zipper before pulling them down. Leaning forward, Neil plants a kiss on my mound, which is still covered by my silk panties.
I allow my hands to rest comfortably on his shoulders as I watch him undress the lower half of my body through half-closed lenses. I assist when he gets my jeans and panties to my ankles by lifting my feet, allowing him to remove them. His hand moves in between my legs, making initial contact with my flesh.
Letting out a ragged sigh, I squeeze my hands, intensifying the hold I have on Neil’s shoulders.
“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like my hands on your pussy?”
I swallow at the blatant terms he uses to describe my body. “Yes,” I manage to eke out when his thumb begins circling my clit.
“Good. Now, it’s time for you to meet your new seat.”
He leans back against the couch, bringing my body with him. Within a handful of seconds, I find myself straddling Neil’s face as he pulls my pussy to hover above his mouth.
Oh gosh!I think to myself, naively, realizing what this new seat of his is. As soon as the realization comes to mind, Neil pulls me down onto his waiting mouth.
“Ohhh,” I hum out, feeling the searing heat and pleasure from his tongue race through my body. My head grows heavy, and I have no choice but to let it fall backward as I grasp at the edge of the couch for leverage.
“Watch me eat you out,” he murmurs against my pussy lips before diving back in to continue driving me insane.
I fight with everything in me to raise my head and stare down at him. His gaze is a fiery mix of lust, passion, and emotion I refuse to name. Not out of fear that I’ll be wrong, but because if I give a name to what I spot in his direct gaze, I might be dumb enough to yell the words out loud, admitting my intensifying feelings. I do my best not to blink or look away. However, between Neil making a whole meal out of my body and the purity of his gaze, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed.
I couldn’t even name all of the emotions that swell up inside of me if I tried. Thankfully, I don’t have to when my physical body takes over, washing me in the onslaught of pleasure that is my orgasm.
A deep moan starts in my toes, moves through my legs, core, chest, and finally, out of my mouth. I swear, the entire cabin shakes with the fierceness of my orgasm. Or maybe, that was the Earth beneath us, tilting on its axis. I’m sure something vast and significant has changed within this short period.
I’m speechless. Hell, I’ve forgotten what words are. There are only emotions and the intense pulsations that continue to move through my body. Remnants of my orgasm that refuse to go away.
“Wh-What’s that?” I gasp as a ringing sound goes off somewhere in the background.
Neil glances up and then smirks. Sitting up, he says, “The cookies.”
What cookies?
“Don’t move. I’ll take them out of the oven. And don’t put your clothes back on,” he orders when I reach over to the floor for my jeans. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Swallowing, I drop the jeans and eagerly watch as he saunters off to remove the cookies from the oven. In the back of my mind, I know I should get up and ensure the cookies have come out right. I wanted to place them on a cooling rack and then ice them with the leftover cream cheese filling I made, but all of that will have to wait. The buzzing in my ears from my orgasm is too prominent, my legs are too shaky, and the last thing I want to do is defy Neil’s command.
My desire to please him wells up in me whenever he uses that tone. My body hums in anticipation of what he has in store next. Decorations and cookies be damned.
