I trail my tongue along his slit, teasing him until each inhale grows short and ragged, which is when I finally take his cock in my mouth. Every muscle in his face is taut as he fights to keep himself in check. That won’t do. He’s held back parts of himself for far too long, and after last night, I want nothing more than to make him let go of control all over again.
My fingers curl around the base of his cock, rolling my wrist with measured pressure along his throbbing vein. His body tenses as I swirl my tongue around the crown, dragging it down the length of his shaft. I lick in long, teasing strokes, treating his cock like a peppermint stick.
“Please,” he begs, his voice thick with arousal. “Suck me harder.”
I hum around him, consumed with the need to make my rugged cowboy come. His desperate plea makes it that much hotter, leaving me quivering and soaked. His touch is my drug, and I’m addicted to making him ache for me the way I do for him.
I briefly pull him from my mouth to say, “Use me, Shep, and don’t hold back.”
I’m not going to risk him taking it easy on me because he’s unsure if I really want this—I do.
“You like being my little fuck toy?” he taunts.
I nod as heat pools between my thighs, and I blush when he winds his fingers through my hair, urging me to take as much of him in my mouth as possible. He thrusts his hips upward, and I inhale sharply through my nose, tears prickling at the edges of my eyes.
He’s so damn big, and though I’m fighting my gag reflex, my desire to please him has me determined to take every inch. I hollow my cheeks, swallowing hard as he slides deeper until the tip grazes the back of my throat. His grip takes over, fuckingmy mouth with unbridled urgency. He growls in approval as my swollen lips bob up and down around his shaft.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans.
Shep’s muscles tense as he nears release, and I cup his balls with my free hand, gently squeezing, pushing him to his limit. His cock jerks in my mouth as he comes, and I swallow eagerly. His eyes widen as I lap up every last drop that’s trickled down his shaft. Once I’m satisfied with my work, I let his dick spring free from my mouth with apop.
“You okay?” I ask with a silly grin.
Shep props up on his elbow, then reaches over to wipe my chin. “You’re so damn pretty with my cum on your mouth.” I catch his wrist and pull his finger between my lips, licking it clean. “That’s my good girl,” he croons.
Warmth blooms in my chest. I’m addicted to his praise and the way he treats me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
He pulls me up the bed beside him, tugging the covers over us. I rest my head on his shoulder and meet his eyes as he smooths my hair with a tenderness that steals my breath.
“You set a dangerous precedent, woman,” he says, nipping at my ear. “I could easily get used to waking up like that.”
I drape my leg over his, dragging my nails across his chest. “That could be arranged.”
“Keep talking like that and you’ll never leave this bed again,” he says.
I lift my head, unable to hide the smile spreading on my face. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
We avoid the unspoken reality that tomorrow night I’m supposed to be on a flight back to New York.
“There’s just one small problem with keeping you here.”
“What’s that?” I whisper.
“Your Christmas present is in the living room.”
I sit up fully, the sheets pooling around my waist. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
He leans in and presses a kiss to my temple. “I wanted to, sweetheart. Get dressed and I’ll show you.”
Curious about what he has up his sleeve, I scramble out of bed, the taste of him still in my mouth. I put on one of his flannel shirts, buttoning it up before eagerly following him into the living room. He must have gotten up while I was asleep because the stockings we decorated a couple of days ago are now on the mantel, brimming with chocolate and oranges.
Under the tree, there’s a single gift wrapped in crinkled brown paper, tied with a crooked red bow.
Shep picks it up, and exhales slowly as he hands it to me. “For you.”
It doesn’t matter what’s inside. The fact that he took the time to wrap it himself makes it perfect.
I settle on the couch and peel off the paper, revealing a cardboard box. As I lift the lid to peek inside, my eyes widen, and my gaze snaps to Shep. He taps his fingers against his thigh, a faint crease between his brows as he studies me.
