“I promise to not make a sound,” I whisper under my breath.
He stands to whisper behind me, “Bella,Bella,Bella, after last night...I don’t think that’s true.”
“Please,” I beg. I’m not someone who begs, but with him, I do, and right now, I need this. I need him. I’ll do anything to orgasm.
“You’re so sexy when you beg.”
Shut the fuck up, and fuck me with your fingers,is what I want to say, but the words don’t leave my throat. Luckily for me, he drops down and enters me again. I push back on his fingers, loving the friction of us working together.
“All right, love, I got the wine. I’ll see you later, okay?”
I pop open my eyes as I try not to convulse in front of her. Fuck, I’m so going to get busted. She walks closer to the counter, and I’m shaking from the panic of her catching us, but thankfully, she keeps walking past and waves with her free hand, the other one holding the bottle of wine.
The shaking intensifies, and I’m wobbling on my knees as I wave back.
He hasn’t stopped fingering me the whole time, and I’m so, so close. He enters a third, and the stretch and sting are enough for me to close my eyes and slump forward, coming apart and calling out his name. And just like he said, I couldn’t be quiet. There is something about him that has me unhinged. He continues to pump me to draw out my release.
When I have come down, and there is no more orgasm left, he removes his fingers and I lift my pants back into place, turning around and watching him stand before me. He brings his hand up to his face and begins licking the fingers coated in me. He is devious and delicious, looking like the best, dirtiest Christmas present I’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving.
“I’m sorry for not cleaning up. I planned to do it once you fell asleep, but I ended up having the best sleep I’ve had in years. I never sleep through the night…” He frowns, as if not able to believe it happened. “But with you…I did.”
I bite my lip, hiding my smile. My stomach swarms with butterflies, and I can’t help but feel giddy from hearing that.
“It’s okay, I won’t complain.”
He presses a kiss on my lips.
“Merry Christmas,Bella.” He smirks.
“Merry Christmas, Marc. Now I need to give you a present before you leave.”
He frowns and turns his head, asking, “What present?”
I grab his dick through his suit pants and say, “This. I need it once more.”
I bite my lip as he stares at me with wide eyes, in total shock. I don’t hesitate any further, though. This is my last time with him. So, I push my pants down, and he lifts me onto the counter, shoving his own pants down and pulling out his heavy thick cock.
He goes to grab a condom from his wallet, but I interrupt this time. “I’m on the pill.”
He nods. And I lean back on my hands, eager for him. The sight of his thick cock with pre-cum dripping from the tip has my sex aching and needy.
“Are you ready?” he asks with a sexy grin.
“Yes, I’ve never been more ready.”
He slips his fingers through my folds and says, “Seems you are.”
And then he moves those fingers to my lips, and I take them into my mouth, closing my eyes as I taste myself. He grunts in pleasure, pulling them out, causing me to snap my eyes open.
Smirking, he shakes his head. Then he’s grabbing his cock in one hand and my ass cheek in the other, lining himself up, and before I have time to think, he is entering me in one thrust. I moan from the pain and pleasure, wrapping my legs around his middle, tilting my pelvis up, and the friction is glorious. He moves faster now, and I lean back on my hands, meeting his thrusts to chase my orgasm.
He must feel my thighs quake because he grunts, “Don’t come yet.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Not yet.”
He continues to thrust into me.