“I love you.”
I speed up my movements, feeling myself getting close. Her nails drag down my back as her moans grow louder.
It doesn’t take long before we climb that mountain and fall over the edge together, as one.
CHAPTER3
FALLON
Sipping my coffee, I stare out at the clear blue waters. My body is sore in the best way. Trent made love to me and then he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I guess sore is an understatement. I regret nothing though. I’m just so glad he is here and that we get to spend Christmas together.
I glance back at him, still sleeping. He’s tangled in the sheets. I should have stayed in bed with him, but I couldn’t sleep. I don’t know why; usually, when Trent is home, I sleep well. He calms me. It’s when he is gone that I don’t sleep well and sometimes nightmares of the past come back to haunt me. Not as often now, but they still pop up every once in a while.
“Merry Christmas, Connor,” I whisper, staring up at the sky. Another holiday without him. It makes my heart hurt.
“Fal.” I hear him yawn. “Come back to bed.”
Shaking my thoughts, I stand and head toward the bed. Trent looks to be passed back out. I giggle. An idea comes to mind. A naughty one.
I pull the sheets back a little. He’s semi-hard. Perfect. Climbing on all fours, I move across the king-size bed and wrap my hands around his cock.
I stroke him slowly, feeling him swell in my hand. He rolls slightly so that he’s completely on his back now, but otherwise I think he's still asleep. Or he’s playing that he’s asleep. I really don’t care. I’m on a mission.
Bringing my lips to the tip, I lick ever so slowly down his base. Repeating my movements, I do this several times before finally taking him into my mouth. My free hand moves to his balls as I suck his cock slowly.
Deep moans leave Trent’s mouth. Moans that having me growing wet. Keeping a slow yet steady motion, I taste a little pre-cum. I swipe my tongue over his tip, needing more.
“Fal, fuck,” Trent moans as he fists my hair. He forces me to take him deeper, faster.
I love what I do to him. His cock swells even more, letting me know he’s getting close. I continue my aggressive movements even while my eyes water from how deep I am taking him.
“Fuck!” Trent growls as he grips my hair, keeping me in place. His cock pulsates in my mouth as warm liquid coats the back of my throat.
“Swallow,” he demands, and I do. I milk every ounce of cum from his cock and swallow.
Once his cock stops thrusting, I pull back slowly and look up at Trent. I wipe the corner of my lip and wink.
“Good morning.”
“Oh, it’s a good morning, all right.” He pulls me up on top of him, kissing me once on the lips before pushing his tongue in to kiss me deeper.
He reaches between us. “So wet for me.”
I can only moan into his mouth as he teases me with his finger, rubbing it in circles.
I feel his erection and pull back, breaking our kiss. I grab him, lining him up at my entrance, and sink down.
He hisses out a string of curse words as his hands move to grip my hips, guiding me up and down. It doesn’t take long for the sweet feeling to build back up and the moment Trent moves a hand from my hip to my clit, I know I’m done for. He rubs and applies pressure, sending me over the edge. Uncontrollable waves roll through me as I ride him harder.
“That’s it baby, fuck.”
Trent squeezes my hips tightly, holding me still as he fills me. I’m weak as I collapse on top of him. Both of us are covered in a sheen of sweat. I don’t even care because there’s nothing quite like Christmas morning sex.
* * *
“Come on, Fal, we are going to be late!” Trent shouts from the front of the room. I’m still in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on my makeup. After a mind-blowing morning, I went back to sleep, only to be woken up by Trent saying we needed to hurry. Apparently, I missed the memo that we are having Christmas breakfast with his parents.
I wish I had known; I would have never gone back to bed. I look like hell. No makeup is covering my tired eyes. None that I packed anyway.