Heat rises in me and I pant, waiting for the pleasure to strike me again.
His hand runs slowly over my skin and I bend at the orgasm exploding between my legs, unable to suffocate a yell that vibrates through the room. I slowly loosen my grip on the sheets and cover my face with my hands.
Ian comes back up my body, kissing every centimetre before popping out from under the covers with a cheeky smile. He comes to my face and captures my lips with his teeth.
“Good morning,” he says with a face I’d like to smack.
I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” he asks with fake innocence.
“I definitely woke up the whole house.”
He laughs, enjoying it, before giving me another kiss. Then he stands there, looking at me for a few seconds before I realise why he’s concerned.
“I’ll do it,” I tell him, stroking his beard.
His face lights up hopefully.
“I don’t want to force you to tell me about something that hurts you, Riley. But I’m sure that it will help you: I’m here now, and you won’t have to go through anything alone.”
I smile, grateful to him. “I know.”
He slides out of bed and stands up, goes to the window completely naked. I bite my lip, trying to control my desire for him to take me again.
Then he turns to me and extends his hand.
“Come and see.”
I get up too, also naked but confident as his eyes devour me. I go to him and look out the window. The ground is covered in snow.
“Oh my God, It’s beautiful!” I say, observing the white blanket that covers everything.
“Really and truly,” he whispers onto my skin before sliding something around my neck.
“What?” I look down.
“This way, everyone will know that number 11 is yours,” he murmurs into my ear.
I turn and he sits on the windowsill.
I take the chain he gave me, the number ‘11’ charm in my hands, moved by the gesture.
“Merry Christmas, Riley,” he says, kissing me.
“You got me a present,” I say feeling stupid and childish, “But I…” he stops me with his mouth.
“This is the best present you could give me. You and me in this house together…anywhere, Riley Murray. I want you everywhere.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“Mine?”
“Hell, yes,” he exhales deeply against my neck before biting it.
I’m naked, exposed in front of the window: and couldn’t care less. The only thing that matters is the look in his eyes the minute I grab his erection tightly in my hands. I squeeze it and feel it pulsing. I bite my lip, then I bite him.
I knew this would happen.
