He snarls. “Why don’t you just invite me to your parents’ house so we can all be together.”
Thanks to you, I’m not comfortable there. An evil plan strikes me. “You can go there if you want to.”
“Finally.” He hangs up without waiting for me to say more. Self-satisfied, I stretch like a cat.
“Morning.”
The sleep-worn, deep voice sends a jolt of excitement racing through me. I roll over to face him. “Morning, James.”
“I couldn’t help but hear the ex called.”
“He’s about to get a Christmas morning wake-up call.” I grin.
“You’re wicked.”
“I thought I proved that last night.”
He chuckles. Things had never gone past third base, but I wasn’t keen to let another person I didn’t know well inside of me. Especially when that space was already being shared. I yawn, and my jaw pops from the workout I’d given it, swallowing down his thick dick.
“As much as I’m enjoying myself, we can’t stay in here all day.”
He sighs. “I know. How about a shower, breakfast, and we’ll figure things out from there?”
“I like it.” I slip from bed and stretch once more, unashamed of the body he’d learned every inch of. He’d given me more than orgasms. I have newly gained confidence when it comes to my ripening frame. His lids lower, and he goes from half-mast to full mast.
“Maybe I can help you out with that?” I nod toward his erection.
“It is on the top of my Christmas Wishlist.”
I giggle and palm his base, squeezing him li
ghtly. He twitches in my hand. I start a slow, firm stroke I learned he preferred. Our lips press together, and our tongues dance as he slowly backs me into the en suite.
“Can I fuck your tits?” he rasps.
“You are kinky, Doctor.” I release him and cup my breasts, pushing them together.
“Is that a yes?”
I lean back, resting my head against the mirror. “Slip between my breasts and find out.” His eyes darken, and he thrusts upward. I stick out my tongue, caressing his dripping head as he moves.
“Shit. You’re so fucking sexy, Faye.” His eyes burn into mine.
I spit to add more lubrication. He swells, growing impossibly stiff. My core drips in response. Knowing I affect him like this is intoxicating.
“Are you going to come for me, James? Paint me all white?”
He grunts, moving faster. His body tenses. “I’m going to—”
“Yes.”
Hot liquid coats my skin. The sight of his white droplets coating my skin has me clenching my pussy.
“Since I got you dirty, it’s only fair I clean you up.” Helping me stand, he kisses me on the forehead. There’s so much sincerity and care in everything he does. It highlights what I missed with James. Gifts were great, but this was priceless. After starting the shower, he rubs my thickening hip. “I’ll step in first. I don’t want you to slip.”
I start to protest and let the words die on my tongue. If James wants to be sweet to me, I’m not going to stop him. I’ll hold the kind words and care close on those lonely nights when it’s all I can do to make it to my bed to collapse. Those days could be a lot less lonely if we keep up this bargain.
Stepping into the shower stall, he holds out his hand. I take it, getting in. It’s only the steam and hot water weakening my knees.