Chapter 22
Grant woke up on Christmas morning in the best mood. He had plans for the day, and they made him happy. More than that, they made him realize how lucky he’d been. The biggest reason for his happiness lay sprawled on her stomach next to him, her dark hair tangled around her face. He hadn’t quite figured out how she could breathe with that much hair over her mouth. Her back was smooth, her skin appearing lightly tanned, and he knew how soft all that hair felt under his fingertips. Grant smiled as he brushed her hair over her shoulder so he could see her features. Alex faced him, her lips parted just a bit. She was soft and feminine when she wanted to be, and hard and tomboy-ish when the mood suited her. He liked that she wasn’t pretentious or standoffish as he’d originally thought. It was hard to believe that he’d met her in June. It felt more like it had been weeks instead of months. He only wished he’d smartened up and told her he loved her sooner; there wasn’t a part of her he didn’t love.
He thought back to the night before when they’d returned to the hotel. He found it cute when she denied him a bit of fun at his sister’s house, and he could see her point. Being denied left him horny, and picturing her coming undone only left him needing her more once they’d returned. She didn’t complain when he pushed her against the door and fucked her right there with their clothes still on; she encouraged him.
“Alex,” he whispered. She didn’t stir, so he trailed his fingers over her backside. “Alex,” he said a little louder.
“Hm?”
“Do you want to wake up? It’s Christmas morning.”
“Maybe. Is there coffee?”
He chuckled. “No, but I can make that happen.”
“‘K. Wake me when it’s ready.”
Instead, he moved his fingers from the swell of her ass to between her cheeks. She squirmed. “Wake up, baby.”
She lifted her ass in the air. “Mm-hm.”
He found her wet already, but he knew he could make her gush. Reaching, he pressed into her pussy and found the spot that made her scream his name. He massaged it with his fingertip, shifting on the bed until he could reach under her and find her clit with the fingers on the opposite hand.
“Baby, do you want me to make you come?”
Her long moan of pleasure was his answer.
He swirled his forefinger over her clit, indeed finding her wetter than when he first began. She blinked at him, and he wished he could pull one of her nipples into his mouth. Alas, neither of them were that . . . bendy.
“Oh God.” Her lids slipped closed and she shuddered, clenching the pillow in her fist. Suddenly, her arm shot toward him and he was surprised to find her gripping his shoulder.
“Oh, Grant, yes. Don’t stop, oh, don’t stop.”
Pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock at her moaned pleas. “Come for me, Alex.”
She cried out, her muscles trembling and her body quaking. She lay on his arm so heavily he had to stop moving that hand, but he continued with the other until all of her rocking had stopped. He pulled his arm away and rose above her, kissing all over her cheeks and lower back before settling his hands on either side of her head. He kissed her shoulders, and she flipped her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. His cock was insistent against her ass, and she rose to all fours, welcoming him inside her. Now he could take handfuls of tits, could roll her nipples until she cried out loudly. Now he could fuck her hard and take his own pleasure.
“You love it when I fuck you, Alex, don’t you?”
“Yes, fuck me, Grant.”
She wiggled her ass as he pulled back to slam in once more. He let go of her breasts to gather all of her hair behind her head and held onto it, tilting her head back as he pounded into her harder and harder. She cried out, her arms shaking.
“Again. I’m gonna—” she cut herself off with a long cry.
Grant came, falling forward as he lost all feeling in his legs. He barely held himself away from Alex with his arms and then rolled back to his side of the bed.
She snickered. “And a merry Christmas to you.”
“I had every intention of making a pot of coffee,” he said. His breath wheezed.
“That’s okay, honestly.” He felt her hand brush his arm, and then she rolled over to her back. “Wake-up sex is better than coffee any day.”
“Sure is.”
He didn’t move when she got up, or when he heard the shower running. He stared at the white ceiling and thought about the years to come. Alex startled him when she leaned into his field of vision.
“Are you showering, babe?” She’d wrapped her hair in a large towel and had another one wrapped around her body.
