"Lie back," I tell her.
She does, and I kneel between her spread thighs, taking a moment to just look at her. Pink and wet and ready for me.
"I'm going to make you come on my tongue again," I tell her. "Then I'm going to fuck you right here, and you're going to watch the lights while I'm inside you."
"Yes," she whimpers. "Please."
I lower my mouth to her, and she tastes even better the second time. I work her slowly, thoroughly, using everything I learned earlier about what makes her fall apart. When she starts to tense, thighs trembling, I slide three fingers inside her and crook them just right.
She comes with a sharp cry, her back arching off the couch, and I work her through it until she's boneless and panting.
I stand long enough to shed my jeans and boxer briefs, and her eyes go dark with want as she watches me stroke myself.
"You're so big," she murmurs. "I still can't believe you fit."
"Oh, I fit." I settle over her, notching myself at her entrance. "Perfectly."
I push in slowly, savoring every inch, and she's still so tight and wet from her orgasm that I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control.
"Fuck," I groan. "You feel incredible." I start to thrust, slow and deep, watching the play of lights across her skin. She's so beautiful like this—flushed and open and mine.
"Look up," I tell her.
She does, her gaze going to the Christmas tree, and I can see the reflection of the lights in her eyes. Her eyes roll back, her eyelashes flutter, and she’s lost to the sensation.
"That's it. Watch the lights while I fuck you."
I pick up the pace, driving deeper, and she moans with every thrust. Her hands slide down to grip my ass, pulling me harder into her.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask. "Wanted me to fuck you under the Christmas tree?"
"Yes!"
"Good girl." I shift slightly, changing the angle, and she cries out. "Because I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house. Gonna make you mine in every way possible."
"I'm already yours."
Something in my chest cracks open at those words. I claim her mouth in a desperate kiss, my hips never stopping their rhythm.
I can feel her starting to tense around me. Her toes curl and her eyes squeeze shut. "That's it, baby. Come for me."
She shatters with a moan, clenching so hard around me that I follow her over the edge with a groan. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come hard, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
We stay tangled together under the Christmas tree, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.
"Merry Christmas," she whispers.
I laugh breathlessly and kiss her. "Best Christmas ever."
We eventually peel ourselves apart and get dressed, though I can't stop touching her. "You should get some sleep," I tell her reluctantly. "Lilliana will be up at the crack of dawn."
"What about you?"
"I'll sleep. Eventually." I pull her close for one more kiss. "Thank you. For tonight. For everything."
"Thank you for finally making a move," she teases. "I was starting to think I'd have to seduce you myself."
"That would have worked too." I grin. "Actually, that sounds hot. We should try that sometime."
