where I suddenly need it, to tease the insides of my thighs, peppering every inch with kisses and nips, working his way back in millimeters, which makes it feel like hours before he’s back where he started.
I hold my breath as long I can, letting it out when he eventually kisses my slick outer lips. When he finally works the tip of his tongue to my clit, I shudder. I try as hard as I can to enjoy the feel of him tasting, teasing, and devouring me, while still holding back because I want this to last. If he says this is going to be like my own personal holiday bonanza, then I want to enjoy unwrapping my presents. I’m also going to demand that we hold off on the fireworks finale until I’m ready for it.
My plan goes up in smoke the moment his fingers tease at my opening, readying me before sliding one finger inside slowly. My legs tip inward a little, reflexively. I certainly don’t mean to trap his head between my knees at the same time, but somehow that’s what happens.
Just like I don’t plan for my hands to come to my breasts, cupping and kneading the flesh so that I can feel the press of my hardened nipples against my palms. But that happens too. Just like I don’t plan to come—loudly and way too quickly—when he slides another finger inside and begins to thrust them in and out, all while his tongue plays against my clit. But, oh my God, that definitely happens.
When the peak of my orgasm finally subsides, I flip open my eyes and stare at the ceiling wide-eyed as I try to calm my heartbeat. Alec’s face appears above mine. His mouth is shiny and his hair is sticking up in places, almost as if someone had handfuls of it in her grip at some point.
Did I do that? Probably. I’m sure we can add it to the list of things that I didn’t plan on but just happened anyway.
Alec grins. “Presumptuous or not, I put a duffel bag in the car just in case I stayed the night. Condoms are in there. I’ll be right back.”
He drops a kiss to my cheek and then moves to get off the bed, but I grab his arm. He scrutinizes my face and immediately looks concerned.
“No? Sorry, I should have asked if you want to keep going, I just—”
I stop him with a hand to the chest and deliberately relax my face into something I hope looks less wild-eyed and panicky. I’m sure I have the crazy eyes, but that’s his fault. I only look this way because of the triple holiday attack he just laid on me, which is also why he’s not leaving this room. I wrestle out from under him and begin fumbling around in my nightstand drawer. I clumsily yank out a strip of condoms and throw it at him, where it whacks him in the shoulder and falls on the bed.
“I can’t wait that long,” I announce, wriggling my way back underneath him while trying to tear off one condom from the strip. More fumbling ensues and Alec starts to laugh.
He takes the strip from me, rising up on his knees, where I’m greeted by Alec’s erection. At some point during my holiday festivities, he apparently shucked his boxers, because now I have a full-frontal view of his cock jutting out in front of me.
“I got this. You just lay there and try not to hyperventilate. I’m going to give you what we both need. I just need a…” His mocking speech dies off when I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him slowly with a tight grip. “Oh, ahhh, Jesus. Fuck.”
I smirk. That’s exactly the result I was hoping for. I’m thinking that he’s earned the same treatment I just enjoyed, by wrapping up his birthday with a merry Christmas. Here’s hoping he enjoys the fireworks.
He closes his eyes through a few more moans and muttered curses, then seems to come back to himself. He rips off a condom, unwraps it, and then holds it between us.
“Are you doing this, or am I?”
I drop my hand and wave it toward him, gesturing for him to take care of things. Biting my lip, I enjoy the view as he does, rolling it down his length before taking a few strokes for good measure.
Neither of us say anything as he nestles himself between my outstretched legs and then