The baby just makes me grateful that he or she pushed me to see Gracie as imaginable.
Our mouths part, but I brush my lips along her jawline, feeling her warm breath and the tug of her fingers curling around my coat lapels. My intention is to lay her down on my bed, but I’m confident that we’ll both be too tired, and that’s okay. I just need to kiss her for my fix.
But damn, the feeling of her grip and the way her body curves into me will make it difficult for me to drive home without a hard-on. Her mouth follows the outline of my face and travels to my ear.
“There are things that I want you to do to me,” she rasps. “But we have got to leave because making out as an adult in my parents’ driveway is not what we need right now. Plus, my dad has cameras everywhere and it’s just awkward.”
There we go.
Hard-on issue no more.
CHAPTER 13
GRACIE
The light peeking through the morning clouds streams through the blinds, and it’s what is keeping me from drifting away into heaven. Except, I’m already there. I feel Asher’s tongue flick my clit, as he is between my legs under the cover.
My hips lift because the sensitivity overload is too much, and I can’t lie still. I moan and rake my fingers through his hair. I should be numb from last night, but there is something about morning sex which just hits differently. You’re both already naked and you wake ready. It took only one sweep of his finger between my legs, coating him with how much I want him, and he slid down to lick me.
The day after Christmas is always a lazy day, and maybe that feels like we move slower together. Looking down, I meet his eyes as he’s watching me, and I’m closer to coming. He holds my thighs wide, his mouth covers me, and the moment his tongue slides inside me, a slew of curses leaves my mouth.
“This is too much.” I’m on fire, and my nipples are near painful as I’m so aroused and the cool air in the room keepsthem peaked. I’m about to lose it. “Let’s switch positions.” I guide his head up to make him stop, and there is a smirk on his face that is dangerous.
“What position might that be?” His voice is gruff and hazy with lust.
I yank and push, leading him to the way that I want. Until my mouth is near his cock and his tongue can return to my pussy. There is no further discussion, we both begin to suck and lick one another.
His cock is large but somehow fits perfectly in my mouth. I slide my tongue up and down his shaft, flicking my tongue against his head then slowly tasting. I’d much rather do this to him than a damn candy cane. It’s a little hard to focus because of the wicked things that he continues to do to my clit, but I still manage to bob up and down his length.
Our movements mimic one another as we use the tips of our tongues to drive one another wild. He murmurs against my pussy, and I hum with my mouth full. We enjoy one another for a while until he moves.
He leads me to lying on my side, and he enters from behind me. Spooning me, his arm wraps around me, his hand plays with my breasts, and I look over my shoulder so our mouths can fuse together as he pumps in and out of me.
“They’re getting big,” His voice scrapes as he nips my earlobe.
“There is a reason for that.” My voice is breathy, and I interlink our fingers before placing the palm of his hand near my bellybutton.
His lips dragging along my shoulder heighten my body’s sensitivity even more.
We move in sync until I begin to shiver and vibrate around his cock inside of me, and my body goes slack as he continues to move until he finds his own escape.
We stay together in our spooning position for a little longer until he finally abandons me, and we both roll to our backs, attempting to calm our heavy breathing.
I’m fighting to keep my body from slipping back into sleep because I’m so relaxed, but Asher informed me last night right before getting me naked that his parents would be stopping by a little later.
“I can’t move.” I’m exasperated.
Asher is spread out like a starfish on his back. “Give me a minute to recover.”
That entire sentence causes me to giggle. “Old man.”
He turns his head with one eye closed and the other peeking open to give me a warning.
I gather my strength and roll out of bed, grabbing his button-down shirt in the process to throw on. “Well, you do you, and I’m going to grab some juice in the kitchen.”
He forces himself up to sitting and rubs his face. “Okay. The bakery should be stopping by soon.” He yawns. “With a delivery of things for lunch with my parents.”
“Hmm, yum.” I’m banking on an orange roll in that order.
