Page 54 of Finding Home

I was initially concerned about hiring someone without experience, but she has been such a blessing. Turns out, she has a background in marketing and has already reworked our website and started a social media page. Aside from that, she jumps in, helping with everything she can, almost too much at times. It feels like she has something to prove, and I hope after tonight she feels like a part of the team instead of just the new employee. The way she carries herself, and the haunting shadows that sometimes pass through her eyes, reminds me so much of myself when I was in my darkest place. My gut tells me there’s a lot we don’t know about her, and I just hope that someday she’ll feel safe enough to share the burden she obviously carries with us. And tonight might have been the first step in that.

She laughed and chatted with the women in the group, avoiding the guys for the most part, although I did notice a few watching her. When she arrived in town, Maia had been extremely thin, and her hair was black, washing her already fair skin out and making her look incredibly pale, and she rarely smiled. In the month since she arrived, her hair has lightened to a pretty brown and is looking much healthier. She’s still very thin, but not in a skin and bones kind of way, and she offers shy smiles in return now. But it’s her eyes that stop you in your tracks. They are the most unique shade of brown, this soft amber color that I have never seen before, that pulls you in and holds you captive. Her wide eyes constantly scan the room, always on alert. I hope she can one day fully relax with us and trust us. In the meantime, I’m thrilled with the baby steps and her actually coming to hangout out, even for a short time.

It was a night to remember, and I made good use of the camera Jace bought me, capturing all the little moments shared. Lizzie passed out hours ago, and we still need to get everything set up for tomorrow morning, but first, I have an early present for Jace. Grinning into the mirror, I turn to inspect my handiwork. I’m wearing bright red lingerie with a teeny tiny red skirt lined with white fur, red fishnets, and rounding out the look is a red Santa hat also trimmed with white fur. My sexy Mrs. Clause look is complete. I hear him coming back in from taking out the trash as I step into my six-inch fuck-me stilettos. Rushing to my nightstand, I grab the mistletoe I stashed there, then make my way to the living room.

The way his eyes bulge at the sight of me is my favorite. He makes me feel like the prettiest person in any room, and right now, he looks like he’s hungry. My pussy clenches; she knows what’s about to go down, or maybe who's about to go down. I chuckle to myself, congratulating inner me for the witty joke. Dangling the mistletoe over my head, I smirk. My heart starts to beat harder as he prowls toward me. His steps slow, eyes roaming my body. My nipples harden, and his gaze zeroes in on them. When he’s directly in front of me, he unzips his pants, freeing his cock, and fisting it. All while fucking me with his eyes. Dammit, I wanted to turn him into a horny mess, and here he is flipping the tables. My legs quiver, my pussy soaking wet.

“Merry Christmas,” I breathe.

“Merry Christmas, indeed.” He runs his nose along the column of my throat but keeps his lips from touching me—it’s torture. “Now, I want a better look at my present. Turn.” Stepping back, he works his cock in his hand while watching me, his eyes hooded with desire. Once I’m back facing him, he comes for me. A hand on my chest pushes me backward into our room. The door barely closes before he sinks to his knees before me.

“I owe you a kiss, don’t I?” He gives the mistletoe a pointed look. I’m a puddle of goo, unable to speak, so instead, I nod and bite my lip, loving the sight of him on his knees before me. “Gimme.” His words feel like an arrow shot straight through me. With slow, deliberate movement, I place one heeled foot onto his shoulder. “Fuck, that pussy,” he groans before he places a light kiss on my clit, his warm breath brushing over my drenched core. “So fucking pretty,” his tongue flicks out for a quick lick, “so sweet,” another flick of that tongue, “my favorite treat.” Then he’s done talking. He descends on me like a man possessed, licking, tasting, biting, until I’m a sobbing mess, barely capable of holding myself up against the wall. When his mouth suctions over my clit, I lose it, squirting all over his face, into his mouth, soaking him, just the way he likes.

“This might be my new favorite Christmas tradition.” I laugh, slouching against the wall totally spent, and my breath still ragged from my orgasm.

Jace stands but doesn’t pull me to him like he normally does. Instead, he goes to the dresser and pulls out a wrapped present. “Great minds think alike, I guess.” He grins, handing me the present. “A little Christmas Eve gift for you.”

Moving to the bed, I open the neatly wrapped gift, curious what was so urgent to give me that he stopped the direction things were headed. When I see it, I understand why. Pulling out the soft pink toy, I eye Jace. “Merry Christmas to me.” I smile, testing the button, and it’s charged.

“Oh, I wasn’t taking any chances. I charged it last night.” He laughs, reading my mind.

“Smart man, should we take it for a test spin?” I still can’t believe the way I talk to him sometimes. In any past relationship, I was so self-conscious, never asking for what I wanted, and definitely too embarrassed to try talking dirty, but with Jace, it feels natural and freeing.

Jace backs away from the bed, moving to the overstuffed chair in the corner that I sit in to read before bed. “I seem to remember you pleasuring yourself to images of me working on a roof one time. I’d like a mental image to go with that as well.”

My brain short circuits when he pulls his pants down and settles in the chair. Legs spread wide, rubbing his cock, working it from base to tip. “Huh?”

“Show me the way you got yourself off, Harper. I want to watch you drive yourself to an orgasm.”

I’m still in my getup, so I set the toy on the bed before slipping the straps of my top down my arms and pushing it and the skirt down my body. “Leave the heels on.” The command in his voice makes me want to say, “yes sir,” but I refrain, not going to let him think he has all the power tonight. I crawl onto the bed in slow exaggerated motions, knowing he’s getting a front row view of my ass that he loves to bite. Settling back on the pillows, I bring my feet up, so my legs are bent, then drop my knees out, with my pussy on full display.

“Fuuuuck.” His groan makes my stomach contract. I love the way he worships my body.

I hold his stare, flipping the toy on. It’s two-sided, one side a vibrator, the other a suctioning mechanism. Humming fills the air, and I glide the toy over my body, slowly bringing it to my center. The vibrations are surprisingly strong for such a small toy, the pulsing like a shockwave when it touches my clit. Not wanting to come too quickly, I slide it between my folds, massaging between my lips.

“Look at you, Harper, so wet already.” The chair creaks when he stands, and I grin at how short of a time he lasted.

My breathing quickens between the vibrations on my pussy and Jace's stare. I feel ready to burst. I move the toy, massaging my clit. “Ooohh, God,” I moan when his fingers slide through the wetness dripping from me.

“That’s my girl, get my hand nice and wet for me.” Pumping his fingers into me, he gathers wetness and uses it as lube for stroking his cock.

The way his fist grips his cock, pumping with a brutal pressure has my core tightening, pleasure building rapidly. Watching his hand, I flip the toy, setting the suction to my clit. My back bows, arching off the bed, the rhythmic sucking sensation nearly overwhelming. “Fuck,” I breath. “Oh, God, Jace. I’m so close.”

“Let go, Harper, let me see that pussy contract when you orgasm.” Damn, if his command doesn’t push me over the edge. My entire body spasms.

“Fuckkk, Jace,” I scream into my arm, throwing my head back with my eyes closed as I shatter. The toy falls from my hand as I gasp for air; the way that orgasm tore through me leaves me in pieces. Jace grabs my ankles and I squeal as he yanks me to the foot of the bed.

“That. Fuck me, Harper. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll make it up to you later, but right now, I need to come inside you.” Spreading my legs for him, I pant as he grips his cock, swirling it around my entrance, teasing, stoking my pleasure again before slamming home inside me. There is no slow build, no finesse, just rough fucking. He takes me and I relish in the way he fills me, working my pussy like only he can. Seconds later, he stills, grunting, exerting so much control not to roar as he spills his release inside of me.

He pulls out, moving me fully onto the bed, before climbing up behind me and inserting himself once more. I smile at the action, knowing his obsession with keeping his cum inside me. We fall asleep like that until he hardens inside me again and we go for another round. This time, we crash into bed after cleaning up then pass out, utterly spent and deliciously sated.

Jace is the first one up Christmas morning. His excitement for our first Christmas together is infectious. Before Lizzie or I make it out of bed, he’s already puttering around. Wanting to be awake when Lizzie comes down, I drag my butt out of bed and put on leggings and my favorite Christmas sweater. Stepping into the living room, I laugh in shock. He has been busy! Tree lights are on, a fire in the fireplace, the milk and cookies Lizzie put out are gone, and I can smell coffee and hot chocolate wafting from the kitchen.

“What is that?” I gasp, gaping at Jace. He’s wearing a bright red sweatshirt with a giant Christmas tree on the front that is lit up like the Vegas strip. He does a slow turn, letting me see all the angles of that garish shirt.

“What? You think I’m going to let you have all the fun? After seeing the way you go all out for this holiday, I knew I had to step up my game.”

“You definitely did that.”