Page 124 of Saddles
“Good morning, handsome.” Lying on him, I frame his head with my elbows and find his soft lips with my own.
Those strong hands of his loop over my back, snuggling me against his chest as one gray eye cracks open. “Do I smell coffee and bacon?” His mouth falls into a crooked smile as he whisks me over him in a barrel roll to land on top, securing me under his naked form.
“I thought we could eat, go over to Lori’s since they invited us, then open presents.” Although, I’m liking the pressure of him against my thigh. Maybe I’ll move up my plans.
His bleary eyes open wider. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I’d rather unwrap you.” His gaze heats as he winds my fingers in his and stretches them above my head on the pillow.
“Pretend that there’s mistletoe hanging above us,” he murmurs as his hot mouth traces my jaw and he pulls the lobe of my ear between his teeth.
Shockwaves ripple through me with his burning exhale.
He’s impossible to resist.
“I promise you’ll like what I got you,” I pant as he nibbles on the sensitive skin.
“Mmhmm.” Another soft bite has him moving down my neck to find the hollow of my throat as he pushes my shirt up.
I’m so close to saying “fuck it”.
But I also know that my gift to him will make today memorable.
“Ford,” I pant. “Your coffee is getting cold.” I can’t think of any better excuse to stop him, mostly because a growing ball of fire within me doesn’t want him to.
His messy dark hair raises and he releases my hands, then he props his stubbled cheek on one of my uncovered breasts. “I can live without it. I can’t go another moment without this nipple in my mouth, though.” He turns and sucks the tight bud against his tongue.
My back arches and a moan escapes me.
“I can’t argue with that.” I let my fingers weave through his locks as he flicks the other bud with his thumb.
He moves lower, kissing his way to beneath my belly button where he lands a hard nip while he spreads my thighs and tugs my shorts to the side.
“Bacon after breakfast,” he growls before his mouth buries into the wet slit of my pussy.
It’s always a raw arc of electricity coursing through me when he pulls my clit between his lips.
I’ve been horny all morning, thinking of this afternoon.
My fists writhe and knot into the loose bedding as his expert mouth licks me to a rapid climax.
“That’s it, Frosty. Melt for me.” He flattens his tongue and gives me one long stroke along my soaked seam, then crawls up my body.
When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his lips.
“Now I’m ready for some vittles.” He grins, and rolls away.
All I can do is lie here panting.
And enjoy the view of him standing with his rigid cock sticking away from his lean tattooed belly, the piercings glinting in the morning sun.
Holy hell.
“Come on, get up. If you lie there all sexy, I might not wait until tonight to give you my present.” His smile tilts under the mischievous glint in his glacial eyes.
Did we get each other the same thing?
Consider me a curious cat.
My limbs still feel floppy as I sit on the edge of the mattress.
