not her mouth. With a bulge of my biceps, I broke the loose tie of the ribbon on my wrists.
“I have to say I’m impressed with how personal your gift giving is,” I growled. My now free hand sank down to tangle in her dark hair.
Morticia licked her lips and looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. I tugged her up and crushed our mouths together for a powerful kiss. God, I would never grow tired of her lips on mine. It just felt so right.
“Though I do like how you tie a bow, we’re going with my plan instead,” I whispered to her. I stood us up and guided her over to the couch. I spun her around and bent her right over the side of it and slapped her ass. “Maybe I should tie you up.”
“You can try,” she said over her shoulder.
Her blow job had gotten me hard, harder than I’d ever been. I needed her pussy. I pulled down her lacy black panties, and a condom fell out onto the floor.
“Someone came prepared,” I growled. I opened it and swiftly slid it on.
I guided my cock into her hot, tight slit, hearing her moan loudly with the swift penetration. Fuck, she was so tight around me. Just about perfection. Seeing her back arch as I started to fuck her was even more wonderful. Everything about her was just some sort of magic.
Morticia was my kind of woman. My woman.
I threw my hands onto her hips and pushed her hotter, higher, wanting her to scream for me, for her to come like she never had before. Feeling her shudder around me just pushed me harder and more intensely to enjoy everything she was doing to me. I watched her hands curl, pulling on the couch cushion. Morticia was reveling in the pleasure.
Her back arched, and I wrapped my arms around her chest, my fingers around her breasts, feeling how wonderful and perky they were. Fuck, everything about her was perfect, even the things less enlightened men would call flaws. They were what made her intoxicating.
I fucked her harder. Faster. Brought her closer, rubbing her clit as I thrust into her. I wanted her to scream for me. I wanted her to absolutely realize that I was the one that was doing this to her, and that she should be mine forever more.
That was a weird thought coming to me so quickly, but damn if it didn’t feel right.
I was inching toward my limit just as much as she was. One more thrust, one more massage of that little clit of hers, and she cried out as my cock slammed inside her, her entire body shuddering beneath me. Feeling her like that finished me off too. All of me rushed out, pumping everything I had into her.
She was bent over on the couch, spent.
I pressed kisses to her neck. “Next time, I want to hear you scream ‘Merry Christmas.’”
49
Morticia
I woke up extremely sore in Jonathan’s empty bed the next morning. I was not a big exerciser. Running around in the studio during the bake-off was probably the most exercise I’d had all year—not including this marathon sex session.
I want to hear you scream “Merry Christmas”…
That had been the last coherent thing I’d remembered before passing out from exhaustion and exertion. Now it was…I peered at the fancy digital alarm clock on his nightstand…seven a.m., and I was not wide awake, but I was more awake than I would have been had I gone to bed at my usual time of five a.m.
I yawned then looked down. I had absolutely no clothes on. Panic set in. It was one thing to have sex in the dimly lit living room with only the Christmas lights and the fire for lighting. Now it was bright, sunshiny morning, and I did not want to parade around naked in front of Jonathan. His body was perfect, and mine was…probably not what he was used to seeing.
He slept with Sarah.
And that was a problem. He hadn’t just slept with her; he said he had loved her. Maybe he was still stuck on her. I wondered why she would leave him. Who left a man like Jonathan?
Probably the type of person who makes a crazy collage of half-naked pictures of him.
Cindy Lou Who pranced into the room.
“You’ve sure reacclimated to the life of luxury,” I told the gray cat. “I was going to bring Salem over here for a kitty playdate, but he’s uncouth