I need to stop waiting for shit to go wrong because I know things aren’t supposed to be perfect, and we’re both stubborn and determined enough to fix the bits that aren’t working for us.
It feels too early to be able to make those kinds of statements.Shit,it feels too early to be in love. Three-and-a-bit months isn’t long, but when we’ve spent as much time together as we have, I think I can be forgiven for my confidence.
I should definitely just tell her.
Dragging myself from my thoughts, I brush her cheek with my thumb. “We can get Christmas decorations if it makes you sad. We can go right now.”
“It’s not that. I don’t care. I just hate the idea that you’d have arrived alone, and your dad didn’t even bother putting a Christmas tree up for you. Or Sasha! Poor Sasha.”
“They’re hardly ever here. They’re always at the resort,” I explain. “It’s not a big deal to me, I swear. But we can go and buy a Christmas tree if you want to, I didn’t think. I know it’s not like your parents’ house, I should have prewarned you. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Please don’t apologize to me.I’msorry. I’ll cheer up, I swear.” She shakes it off and forces a smile, laughing when my brow furrows. Stas climbs off me and throws herself back onto the mattress. “Oh my God.” She moans and my dick twitches in my pants. “This bed is divine. It’s warm! How the hell is it warm?”
“I asked Betty to put the heated blanket on when she dropped off food.”
“Is Betty your other girlfriend?” Raising her foot into the air, she tugs at her boot and launches it over the side of the bed.
“Betty is our housekeeper. She’s about a hundred and she’s worked for my family for years,” I say, watching Stassie attempt to remove her other boot with great difficulty. “She refuses to retire, and she makes the best mashed potatoes in the whole world. She’s great, you’ll like her. We won’t see her, though, I told her to take time off and spend it with her fami—do you need help?”
She stops trying to remove her sweatshirt, which is also tangled in her hair and stuck on her watch. Her eyes peer at me over her arm. “I was trying to get undressed to seduce you, butGodgetting undressed in this climate is tiring. I should have pulled my pants down a little and bent over.”
Her thrashing continues until she’s free, but it only reveals another layer. I kick off my own boots and tug at my zipper, unwilling to be left behind. The main downside of being in the mountain is how long it takes to get naked. I made Anastasia layer up this morning before our flight, thinking the first thing she’d want to do when we got here would be to check out the lake, but I don’t think it’s even crossed her mind.
“Done!” she shouts, breathless but sporting a smug grin. “I beat you.”
Only Anastasia Allen could turn getting naked before sex into a competition, then declare herself the winner. Climbing up the bed, propping herself against the headboard, she watches me watching her with a mischievous smirk on her face.
Finally kicking off my boxers, I crawl toward her, stopping when her foot presses against the center of my chest. Sitting back onto the heels of my feet, I grip her foot, pressing my mouth against her ankle as she giggles. “What’s your prize for winning?”
Jumping when my teeth graze her skin, her lips pinch together as she pretends to think. “Hmm. Can you be my prize?” She hums, eyes shining when I nod. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
I almost choke.
Pulling her foot from my grip, she plants it on the bed, giving me the perfect view of her pink, wet pussy. I could spend hours trying to predict what Anastasia is going to say and do next, but I’d never be right.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, leaning forward to hover over her body. “Staring at me with those big doe eyes like you didn’t just say you want to watch me jerk off.”
Her chin tilts up, mouth searching for mine. She smells so good. How the hell does she smell so fucking good all the time? Sweet and delicious and maddening. Pulling her body to mine, I roll us over so I’m on my back, and position her so she’s straddling my thighs. I’m already rock hard; how could I not be after what she just said? She immediately reaches for it, but I grip her wrist. “Hands behind your back, Allen.”
She doesn’t know where to focus as her eyes bounce between my face, my flexing stomach, and the hand fisting my cock. I groan her name, enjoying the surprising flicker across her face, quickly morphing into something darker.
Her hips squirm, looking for friction she isn’t going to find with her legs spread wide by my thighs, and she fidgets as her eyes follow my fist up and down.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she rasps, eyes dark. “Let me touch you, please.”
“But I’m giving you what you wanted.” Reaching up with my free hand, I tweak her nipple between my fingers, the moan she lets out is a mix of satisfaction and frustration. Pumping my hand faster, the pleasure begins to lick up my spine, tingling and building.
Wiggling farther away from me, my eyebrow quirks with curiosity. Placing a tentative hand on the bed beside my hips, she leans down, eyes locked with mine. She leans forward, hovering so she’s not touching me.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, reducing my hand to an agonizingly slow pace.
“What about if I don’t use my hands? Can I touch you then?”
“Open your mouth, baby.”
You’d think I’m the one in control of this situation, but you’d be wrong. I watch her, fucking mesmerized, as she licks and kisses from the base to just before the tip, pausing to watch me hold my breath, desperately wanting her to slip me into her hot, wet mouth.
She doesn’t. I feel her hot breath on the tip, she’s that fucking close, but she kisses and licks her way down to my balls, sucking on them softly.