Page 40 of Season of Gifts

“Tap out on your thigh, yes, Mistress.”He nodded, too, pretending her musky scent hadn’t already overridden every brain cell he had left after their first round.Henry’s triple-tap signal for needing a break was embedded in his muscles, at least, so he couldn’t forget that no matter how hazy his head got.

“Mmm, good boy.”Alice swished her hips side to side, her body teasingly out of reach.“Otherwise, you don’t stop until your cock is ready to serve me or my legs give out from too many orgasms.”

That there was a win-win scenario.

Her body shadowed him, the bedroom lamps outlining her with an angel’s glow.The waves in her hair had tangled and frizzed from all the energy she’d thrown at him.He wouldn’t give her one bit less.Once she actually let him start.Making puppy eyes at her, he whined softly.

Her smile came with a soft whiff of laughter.“You’re adorable when you beg, stud.”

She sank lower, her knees sliding wider, until finally the taste of her wetted his tongue.His eyes closed in gratitude, or appreciation, or prayerful awe—whatever it was that made the first taste spread through him like fire in his veins.

Sneaking his hands up, he palmed her ass cheeks.Soft, smooth, curving perfection filled his hands.

She ground herself against his mouth, and he bumped his nose against her clit.Probably did, at least, by the way she jerked her hips and doubled down.“Not gonna punish initiative.I know how good you are at this.I want the whole repertoire.”

Between her thighs lay sweltering August heat.Stiffening his tongue, he pressed inside and drank her down in widening circles.His cock would satisfy her there when it was ready to rejoin the party, but for now it was a stationary bike.Wheels spinning, energy thumping, going nowhere.He thrust his tongue instead, good and steady, rolling his neck to add oomph and bob his nose in a hunt for that little trigger button again.

She squeezed his head between her thighs, a muffledfucksounding from above.“Right there, mm-hmm, fuck, I could do this every night for the rest of my life.”

He kept his agreement to himself, because pausing would throw him off the beat.Her hips rolled with him, directing his pace whether she meant to or not.She’d have every right to kill him if he changed a single thing now.Feel her rhythm, Henry had told him.Move with her.You are partners, not combatants.

More intense than the scent of the newborn earth after a rainstorm, she filled him up.He breathed through his nose, bringing her into his lungs.Her heat fired his cheeks; her legs thumped against his ears.Nothing beyond Alice existed.He was her loyal stud; she’d written the words on him, making him a whole book of praises, and he meant to earn every one.

Alice rode him faster.Erratic.Grunts and groans and maybe his name, but hard to tell when she’d clamped around him so tight.Her wailing, though, that vibrated into his ears even through her thighs.That and the rush of her honey coating his mouth signaled a pause to regroup.He snatched a last sip of her before she inched back and straddled his shoulders.

They panted together, the summit so worth the climb.That view, fuck: Her breasts heaved, spilling out over the top of her Henry-green bra.She clung to the headboard above him, arms stretched out, framing her long and lean, like a swimmer in midstroke.Her hips kept twitching; when he tipped his chin to his chest, the muscles firing in her thighs flexed into his collarbone.

She shivered head to toe, gazing down at him, her nose scrunched, her smile sultry.“Great start, stud.What do you think”—one eyebrow lifted—“time to switch positions?Let’s check.”

“Ready to serve, Mistress Alice.”He didn’t have to check.His cock ached for her.Forget his earlier release; that was so thirty minutes ago.He crunched his glutes, thrusting his hips higher, wagging his cock like an exclusive invitation.“Very, very ready.”

Up on her knees, her head ducked as she peered back between the vee her legs formed over him, she rumbled approval.“Yes, yes you are.”

She dropped her hands from the headboard and flanked his face.Any second now she’d slide back, wrap his cock in her fist, and thrust herself down over him.Knees moved back first.She stretched herself low and flattened her breasts against his chest.Tiny kisses dotted his lips before she claimed a real one, gentle but still in charge, leading him with the pressure of her lips and the sweep of her tongue.She tucked her face against his neck.“Roll us over, sweetheart.Gotta give my pet a workout.”

Digging in elbows and heels, he tipped them left.She clung to him, slipping her hands behind his head and running her feet along his legs.Mostly he didn’t get this view of Alice—her hair spread across the pillow, her shoulders somehow narrower with her beneath him.

“Inside,” she murmured.“Come home.”

He quick fumbled with one hand to get lined up and not jab around like some college kid.She parted like water, letting him glide balls-deep and torture himself by not moving a muscle until she gave another command.Her and Henry, masters of making him wait.He settled on his elbows.

Her touch tickled at the back of his neck.She scratched him lightly.Twirled his hair around her fingers.

“I wonder…” She brought one hand down and wrapped his leash around her fist.“Can you do pushups like this, Jay?”

He could fucking try.One side at a time, he shifted from elbow to palm, extending his arms but keeping his hips glued to hers.“Anything you want.”

She tugged the leash.“One.”

He dipped.Added a flourish to his hips, the snapping dolphin kick from swim lessons.Pushing back up burned his arms.Firm for a mattress was too soft for good springback, more like working out on a sandy bank.“Least a few.”

Her knees splayed wide.“A few is still impressive as hell, stud.”She tugged the leash again, her eyes dark as a shadowed glade.“Two.”

She met his snapping hips with her own, their waves crashing together.His dick protested the slow slide out, her heat trapping just the tip, the extra squeeze she definitely did on purpose.

“One more for me.And then…” She licked her lips, their cherry-red edges smeared but lush and ripe as the taste of summer.“Hold me tight, Jay.As tight as you can, as close as you can, and drive as hard as you can.Fuck me, stud.”

She yanked the leash hard; the harness dug into his back.“Three.”

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