Page 21 of Mr. Merry Ex-Mas
“Hm?”
“Your dick is still hard.”
He scoffs. “Sadie?”
“Hm?”
“I fucking know that.”
I giggle and wiggle my butt against him, and he grabs my hip, stilling my movements. “Unless you want me humping your leg, I suggest you stop moving.” I hear him swallow. “It hurts, baby.”
I turn over to face him and whisper, “Let me help.” I kiss down his chest, to his taut stomach, before gripping his cock and taking him deep. No warning, no warm-up. He’s already hard, so I know it won’t take long.
He grips my hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. “Yes, Sadie. Please, baby.”
I bob up and down, sucking hard with every downward motion. I nip at his head before creating suction again. I feel every vein, and he gets even harder.
When I cup his balls and tug, he shouts, “Fuck! I’m coming!”
His hips punch out, and I continue sucking, feeling him explode down my throat. I wait until his body relaxes before I lazily stroke him with my hand now. He pulls me up next to him again. I lay my head on his chest, still lightly brushing my fingers over him as his breathing gets heavy and I feel him drift off, but not before he says, “I don’t ever want this to end.”
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SADIE
Iwake up to sunlight and the weight of him.
Danny’s arm is draped across my waist like it’s supposed to be there, like itnever stoppedbeing there. His body’s warm behind me. His breath is soft against the back of my neck, and the sheets are tangled around us.
My first thought:This feels good.
My second:This can’t last.
I keep my eyes closed and try to stay still. If I move, it becomes real. If I stay, I can pretend it’s a dream I haven’t woken from yet.
But the problem is that I am awake.
And Danny’s still here.
I shift slightly, and his grip tightens instinctively. His fingers curl against my stomach like his body already knows I’m trying to leave. He murmurs something half-asleep, half-conscious. It sounds like my name.
God, why does he do everything right?
I open my eyes, letting them adjust to the light pouring in. Last night felt hidden, almost, because what we were doing was in the dark. I think about what he said, the dirty and the lovingtalk, and my heart begins to race. Everything about last night felt like a rerun of how we used to be, except the sex.
God, when he said no, I wanted to cry. And not because he didn’t want me. I knew he did, but because he knew I wouldn’t have been able to let go. He was putting my feelings first.
Hadn’t he always done that? I’m the one who wouldn’t accept it.
Danny shifts behind me, then presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re awake,” he murmurs.
“I never really slept.”
“Sounds like regret.” His voice is still rough.
I just sigh. “Not regret. Just reality.”
He doesn’t pull away. “Do we have to do this part yet?” he asks. “The thinking part?”
