Page 32 of Pining for Christmas

Need the memory to be crystal clear. Need it to last me until I’m old and gray.

Well. Older and grayer.

“Okay,” I grunt, and Ali bursts out laughing, scratching her fingers through my chest hair again. “Carry on.”

But first she rocks up onto her toes, rubbing her cheek against mine—and peels my own mask off, dropping it on the pile. The headache I’ve been carrying all night suddenly eases, and the cool air on my face feels so good and fresh.

“You’re right,” Ali says, her voice soft in the empty library. The music from the rest of the house is faint in here, and we’re alone. Finally alone again, tucked away and hidden from the door. “No masks, Saxon. I want to see your face when I do this.”

She kneels.

Inside, I die and go to heaven.

Ali’s fingers are pale and delicate as they work my belt open, the leather creaking. The buckle clinks, and my belt sags apart.

Next is my pants button. Ali bites her lip and flicks it open, glancing up at me first. The shock of her baby blues down there, peering up at me, so wide-eyed and innocent…

It nearly takes me out at the knees.

“Hurry,” I rasp, and there’s no dignity to it, no pride in the way I’m begging her, but just the sight of Alison down there on her pretty knees is enough to get me ready to blow. “Hurry.” And I want to be inside her mouth when it happens, damn it, want to feel the hot, silky slide of her tongue—

“Bossy,” Ali whispers, shaking her head with a teasing smile. “I knew you would be. Or I hoped so, anyway.”

Shit. Can’t wait.

Batting her hand out of the way, I tug my zipper down and groan with relief as my cock presses forward. It takes a few quick movements to draw it out fully, to get it in my fist, grip pumping lazily, the ruddy head aimed at Ali’s chin.

“Yes.” The word hisses between my teeth, my bare chest heaving up and down. Feels good. Looks even better with her down there, so close.

And Ali’s wide-eyed. Startled, but not afraid. No, if anything, my girl looks thrilled with this latest turn of events, and those clever eyes watch the exact way I touch myself, cataloging every detail for her own reference. She licks her lips, her pink tongue flashing in and out of view, and I watch, dumbstruck, as my hand fists in her hair. As it guides her wet little mouth to my cock. Am I really doing this?

“One kiss,” I remind her, and I barely recognize my own ragged voice. Barely recognize myself at all. “Make it count, Ali Cat.”

Blue eyes flick up to me, amused and hungry, and then those plump, pink lips press together in a moue.

Ali plants a single, chaste peck against the head of my shaft, and stays there. Looks up at me and winks, the little terror.

No.Oh, god.

She can’t mess with me like this. She can’t tease and work me up and not deliver, because I swear, I’ll lose my damn mind.

“Ali,” I warn, grip tightening in her hair, but she hums and laughs, the vibration a sweet torture… then parts her lips and finally sucks me down into her wet, welcoming heat.

One kiss.

That’s the promise we’ve made, and Ali doesn’t break it for a second. Once her lips touch my shaft, they don’t break contact again—not even as her cheeks hollow and her head bobs. Not even as I groan, crowding her back against the shelves, her glossy hair wrapped around my fingers, barely believing this is more than a fever dream.

Because Ali sucks and slurps and hums around my cock, not breaking the kiss even when she rocks back on her heels, swollen lips pressed against the tip, her mouth shiny and wet. Her cheeks are bright pink.

And thoseeyes.

Those round, blue eyes stare up at me with such shameless longing, such adoration, that it’s like someone picks up my insides and rattles them all around. I’m jumbled up and disoriented, a world class mess.

“Ali,” I groan, gripping her hair and pushing back inside. Her lips part, skating along my length, and sheletsme. Lets me thrust into her mouth, rubbing over the soft pad of her tongue, and all the while I’m breathing hard and barely holding it together. Cracks are splintering through my self control. “Christ, Ali. Such a good girl. That’s it. Suck me, baby.”

She hums and smiles around my cock. Hollows her cheeks and obeys, so sweet and perfect, and I know she likes this because she’s squirming too, rubbing against her own heel. Humping her own foot, trying to get off, even when it makes me bend my knees to follow her mouth down, trying to stay level with her.

All good with me.

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