Page 74 of Use Me
Rhys tore the covers off of me and then did the same to my panties. His mouth was between my parted legs, and he ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to my clit in one fluid motion as though to drink every ounce of my arousal. I was his morning coffee or his breakfast, giving him the energy to go on for the day. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I knew of one source of protein that I was looking forward to in just a few minutes.
Rhys slipped a finger inside of me and then two, fucking me with them while his tongue flicked my clit. My hands gripped the sheets as I moaned, bowing my back as the orgasm was building quickly. My bent knees started to wobble and shake as he worked me like I was a bass guitar for a rock band. Each strum was the right cord. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, and then as I came, my grasp tightened, and I heard a rip.
We were silent for a few moments as my breathing returned close to normal.
“You ripped the sheets, baby.”
“I did what?”
Rhys nudged his head toward my hand. I followed his gaze, and sure enough, there was a tear in the cotton.
“I’ll buy new ones.”
He smirked as he pressed his lips to mine. “I’ll buy three hundred and sixty-five sets if that’s what it takes to make you come like that every day.”
“Well, it is Christmas.”
“That wasn’t your present.”
I chuckled. “Then what is?”
“Santa left you something under the tree.”
“How did he get in? We don’t have a real fireplace.”
Rhys grinned. “He knows a guy who knows a guy.”
I shook my head and laughed.
Stepping into his PJ bottoms, he said, “Let’s open your present and then since we both need to shower before we head out, we can save water and shower together.” He winked. I wasn’t going to argue. Shower sex was hot. I was extremely curious what he’d gotten me for our first Christmas.
After I threw on my T-shirt and PJ bottoms, I walked down the hall and found him in the kitchen. “First, I need coffee,” he said.
“Why do you need coffee for me to open my gift?”
“You’ll see. I’ll bring you a cup.”
I turned and walked to the couch and sat down. A minute later he handed me a big steaming mug. “Thank you.” I took the cup from him.
He took a few sips of his coffee and then set it on the coffee table before grabbing a medium sized wrapped box that had recently appeared under the tree. I was in charge of wrapping the presents for our family, and when I’d put them under the tree a few days ago, that box wasn’t there. “Did you buy this yesterday?” I teased.
He grinned. “No. But I wrapped it yesterday.”
I reached out my hands and took the box from him. It was heavier than I thought it was going to be. “Jesus. Are there bricks in here?”
Rhys laughed and reached for his coffee again. “Just open it while I finish my coffee.”
I tore through the paper, and once enough was torn away, I balked, surprised at what it was. “You got me a karaoke machine?”
“I thought you liked to sing. The other night with the Emmys…” He trailed off, smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes. “I was drunk.”
“Clearly, but you sing in the shower.”
“I can’t use this in the shower.” I laughed.
“True, but this isn’t all of your present either.”
