I tell him so, and Sean laughs, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck where his face is buried. “Tempting, but it’s a little too chilly for my tastes.” He steps back, palming his cock, and without his warmth blanketing my front, I shiver.
Ok, so maybe he has a point.
I hurry to hang up my coat and kick off my boots, then follow Sean towards the living room. The main lights are off, fairy lights providing enough illumination to see by. He turns and stops me under the door frame, under the mistletoe I stuck there on Saturday. We kiss, deep and slow, his tongue finding mine and his arms sliding around my neck. I grip his waist, my hands naturally wandering to cup his arse again, and it’s incredibly hot. I think I’d be happy if this was all we ever did.
But I don’t protest when Sean moves us to his comfy sofa and pushes me to sit down. My heart races when he eases my legs apart and kneels between them.
Oh.
It’s like that.
He reaches for the button on my jeans, and I lift my hips to help him push them and my underwear out of the way. I’m hard, there’s no way I wouldn’t be with the hungry way he’s looking at me, and when he runs his hands up my thighs but stops before he reaches my cock, I groan and rest my head back against the cushion. “Tease,” I grit out, desperate for him to touch me.
Sean laughs, and I tip my head down to glare at him, but then he wraps a hand around me and takes me in his mouth. I’m engulfed in warm, wet heat and it’s the best fucking thing ever. My hands find his hair as he sinks down on me, the tight suction sending shivers down my spine and heat flaring in my belly.
It takes an embarrassingly short time for him to get me near the edge, and I tug his hair in warning. “Close,” I murmur, breath catching as his tongue does wicked things to the head of my cock.
His quick nod tells me he heard, but he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he trails a spit-slick finger between my legs, rubbing over my hole before pressing inside.
And that’s all it takes.
Pleasure burns hot and bright, sweeping through my body as I come and come, and Sean swallows it all. As blissed out as I am, I still have enough awareness to urge him up off his knees. “Straddle me,” I whisper, and pat the cushions.
Sean stands and shoves his pyjamas down and off. His T-shirt goes next, and gloriously naked, he puts one knee either side of mine, and I scoot down the cushions until my mouth is level with his cock. I open wide, an invitation that Sean curses at before gripping his dick and feeding it to me.
Precome coats my tongue as he slides into my mouth. I hum around him, loving how hard he is, how much he obviously enjoyed sucking me.
“Fuck, Vic.” His hands land on my shoulders as he steadies himself. His breathing far too even as he looms above me. I want him to let go, to lose control, so I grab his thighs and coax him to thrust in and out until he gets the message and takes over.
The glow from the Christmas tree washes over his skin, a kaleidoscope of colour that makes everything seem magical. His soft moans fill the room as he gently fucks my throat, somehow getting that I like it like this—a little rough but not enough to choke me. He moves a hand to my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek, and I look up, meeting his gaze.
His blue eyes are darker than I’m used to, framed by thick lashes as he watches his cock slide past my lips again and again. He is, without doubt, the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and I can hardly believe that I get a second chance at this.
A second chance with him.
“Vic.” He grips my neck as he comes, and I return the favour, swallowing his release until he slips out of my mouth and sits on my lap. “Fucking hell.”
I pull him in for a kiss, letting him taste himself on my tongue as I map his beautiful body with eager hands. If I could get hard again, I definitely would, but there’s no way that’s happening anytime soon. So I settle my hands on his hips, smiling up at him when he sits back.
“Food?” He laughs as my stomach rumbles, answering for me, and since there’s no way I can argue with that, I shrug. “Come on.” He stands, pulls on his pyjamas again, then offers me his hand.
We eat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting about our respective days. It’s so very domesticated, like we’re an old married couple, not two people feeling out a new relationship. Maybe that should scare me, how fast we seem to be moving without acknowledging it.
It doesn’t though.
I know we have to talk about it at some point, we promised to be honest about our feelings, but it can wait. Tonight is for snuggling in front of the TV with Christmas lights washing over us and maybe another round of orgasms if we don’t fall asleep together first.
Surprisingly, I’ll be happy with either outcome.
My eyes drop closed as I finish that thought, and the last thing I’m aware of is Sean’s lips against my temple and his hand in my hair.
“Are you okay?”I eye Hailey from my position on the guest room floor. She’s got her hands on her hips, grimacing.
“I’m fine.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“If you must know, the baby is sitting low and it feels like the head is right fucking there.” She gestures between her legs and... yep. I got nothing.
