Frosting Her Christmas Cookies - Alina Jacobs Page 0,96
many relationship perks.”
“Is that what this is?”
“Yes,” he said. “We have had sex in my living room, in my office, and outside a building I owned. And I’m about to fuck you in my bathroom. We are definitely in a sexual relationship.”
“You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“And you fucking love it.”
I couldn’t really disagree with him there. I just didn’t say it, because the last thing this man needed was encouragement. His bulge was already pressing against my ass. He was completely ready for this. And honestly, so was I. It was almost scary how accustomed I was becoming to being with Jonathan. I loved the feel of his arms around me, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me, the way he was focused entirely on me.
Wait, who said anything about love? This is just sex, I assured myself.
I flashed him a simple smile, and that was all he needed to be off. His hands slid down my body and between my legs, rubbing my folds over the fabric. His touch was often more than enough to get the fire inside me properly burning. He pushed his fingers into my opening, fucking me a bit with them, getting me ready for the real thing.
Unlike the last time he had taken me for a quickie, though, he pulled my panties down my legs and helped me step out of them so he gained complete access to my pussy from under my skirt.
That I was fully clothed otherwise didn’t matter to him. It only mattered that he had the ability to make me come for him, and he fully intended to use it. Taking advantage of the vulnerability he had created, he fussed briefly with a condom and then thrust himself into me, and it was as electric as it always was.
We were perfectly in tune, our souls united and unable to get enough of one another. He was good to me, and I was good to him as I fucked him right back, my ass clapping against his thighs and motivating him to give me more.
He was perfection—sheer, wonderful bliss that I simply couldn’t get enough of.
“I want to hear you say it,” Jonathan said as he thrust into me, bringing me close to the edge.
“What?” I gasped.
“You know.” He paused slightly, and I moaned, needing release. “What’s your favorite holiday?”
“Fuck you.”
He moved slightly in me, making me whimper. I needed to come.
He swiped a finger over my clit. I whimpered.
“You’re gonna say it, or I’m leaving you like this.”
I nodded, biting my lip.
He grabbed my hips, pulled out, then jackhammered into me.
“Merry Christmas!” I shouted as the orgasm washed over me.
Johnathan shuddered with his own release a few moments later.
“I feel dirty,” I complained as he nuzzled my hair.
“Yeah, Christmas cookie decorating is messy,” he replied. “All that frosting all over you.”
“I mean, it wasn’t; you were wearing a condom. Next time, I guess you’ll have to frost my tits.”
I kicked him out of the bathroom while I showered. I could not have any more distractions. Besides, I needed my head clear to finish that collage.
Jonathan waited outside the glass shower door, sipping the rest of my tea and shouting out his appreciation as I scrubbed myself off.
I was about to give in and have hot shower sex when his phone rang. He drew a heart in the steam on the glass as he answered it then ducked out to go to his study.
The deadline for the scholarship was fast approaching.
Come the new year, I would be in Los Angeles. I stepped out of the shower. As I was toweling off, I looked at the heart Johnathan had drawn on the glass. He seemed really attached to me.
“Nonsense,” I assured myself. “He’s just horny. This is a casual thing. No feelings.” Still, he would probably be put out if he realized I was going.
I wondered if I should tell Jonathan I was leaving. But then, it wasn’t really any of his business. Plus, I’d have to explain about the scholarship; it would be a whole thing. And If I didn’t get the internship, I would feel dumb for making a big deal about it.
Jonathan was off the phone and playing with Cindy Lou when I walked out. My clothes were still dirty from the night before and this morning, so I’d commandeered one of his shirts. It was crazy how much it smelled like him and how happy that made me.