His lips move from mine down over my jaw and down my neck, sending extra little sparks of white-hot bliss dancing through my nerve endings. His teeth sink lightly into my shoulder, hard enough for a light shock, but not enough to leave a mark.
A few more thrusts are all it takes to send me screaming into another bone-shaking orgasm. But he’s not done with me yet, and continues to pump deep into my pussy while I’m spiraling out in bliss.
Brendon doesn’t start shuddering and losing his rhythm until he’s bringing me to a third climax, and as I’m howling in release and my cunt is tightening around him, he tips over the edge with me, pouring his load into me and growling in my ear.
Practice makes perfect, and he’s had plenty of time to get good at getting me off.
He slowly lowers me to my feet, and as I stand under the warm spray with him, I can’t help but think that this is the perfect start to our holiday vacation.
Chapter Two
Brendon
After our little escapade, Hazel’s legs are trembling so hard I’m worried she’s going to slip and bash her head open, so after some hasty cleanup and one final rinse for the both of us, I shut the water off.
I keep an arm around her waist, supporting her, and step out of the shower. I reach across to the counter and grab a fluffy towel, wrapping it around my wobbly paramour before grabbing a second for myself.
“Come on, Princess,” I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed.
I lay her down gently, bending down and brushing a kiss over her lips. She responds in kind, and when I straighten up, she sits up, untucking the towel from around her chest and running it over the droplets beaded on her skin.
We both towel off in relaxed silence before tossing the towels aside. I crawl into the bed with her and pull her into my arms, her back against my chest and my nose buried in the sweetly scented tangle of her still-damp hair.
“So, my love,” I tell her, “They were telling me at check-in that they’re having this big mixer thing down in the ballroom this evening, and apparently tonight’s kind of a special one because it’s also their annual tree-decorating party. You interested?”
“Does it mean I have to move right this second? Because I’m incredibly comfy, and I don’t think my legs are going to be functional for at least an hour,” she replies.
“Nah, we’ve got a few hours. Tell you what, I’ll even make it easier for you and I’ll pick one of those new dresses I got you, so all you’ll have to do is pick whatever jewelry and makeup you want to go with it.”
From where I’m positioned, I don’t have much of a view of her face, but I can hear the smile in her voice when she speaks. “Do I assume you’ll want my hair up, Sir?” she asks with the faintest hint of teasing in her voice.
I slide a slow hand up her body until my hand is wrapped around her neck. I don’t apply any pressure, but just the gentle grip puts a little hitch in Hazel’s breath. I lean in close, so my breath stirs the fine hairs around her ear.
“That’s right, Babygirl,” I reply, dropping my voice to a low growl that makes Hazel squirm, “I want easy access to this pretty little neck…”
I punctuate the words with a kiss on the side of her neck that makes her gasp. “And these lovely ears, whether I want to fill them with sweet nothings, or…” I take an earlobe and grip it gently between my teeth and she whimpers, “to give you a little nibble.”
“Are you angling for another round already? Because I think I need a little more recovery time,” she protests with a shaky little laugh, the words tinged with reluctance.
“Not yet, but the night is young.”
“Well, to answer your question, I would love to go to the tree-decorating party, and you know I love it when you dress me up,” she says, “That sounds like fun.”
It had taken a little while for her to get used to the way I spoil her. Early on in our relationship, I’d surprised her with an outfit and whisked her off on a night out, and while she’d initially protested the expense, I assured her that A: it was no issue, and B: I got immense enjoyment out of it.
And so it had become a frequent game for us that she’d come to enjoy as well, if for no other reason than to watch my jaw drop any time I see her in an outfit I’ve chosen. Because sure, it’s one thing to imagine my gorgeous girlfriend in a knockout dress I’ve selected for her, but the reality is always ten times better.
For this trip, and as part of her Christmas present, I hadn’t let her pack a thing, at least clothing-wise. I’d filled her suitcases with all-new stuff, and there were a few items I was itching to see on her. The little red number I had in mind seemed like a perfect fit for the evening.
“Do I have enough time to squeeze in a nap before I need to start getting ready, you think?” Hazel asked.
“Absolutely,” I agreed, a yawn escaping me, “I could use one, too.”
I set a quick alarm on my phone before settling back into bed and pulling Hazel close. “Sweet dreams.”
“You, too,” she mumbles sleepily.
She drifts off, but I’m not far behind, and the next thing I know, I’m being woken up by the chiming of the alarm.