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Missie moves on top of me slowly, sending the water swirling around us, which adds to the sensation of her stroking my skin. She slides her hands up my chest and neck, cups my face, then slips her hands into my hair.
Resting on the back of the spa, she lifts up and gives small thrusts so I’m just moving in and out of her, teasing the tip. At the same time, she lowers her lips to mine, but as I reach for the kiss, she moves back, making me wait.
My eyelids lower to half-mast as she plays with me. She taunts me with brief touches of her tongue, moving out of range each time I try to return it.
“You’re skating on thin ice,” I tell her with a growl.
“Ooh.” She flares her eyes, then takes my face in her hands and kisses me deeply. “I want to drive you crazy,” she whispers, nibbling my bottom lip. “Until you can’t think of anything else. Until the only thing in your thoughts is me.”
She’s already done that, but I can’t point that out, because she’s kissing me again, claiming my lips, and plunging her tongue into my mouth until I’m breathless with need. Ahhh…
“Mmm.” I move my head back. “Come on, out, now.”
“Aw…”
“Missie…” I lift her off me and deposit her onto the seat with an unceremonious splash.
“Eek! I was enjoying that.”
I pull on my robe. “Inside, now.”
Her lips curve up. “Yes, sir.”
I give her a wry look, pick up the glasses and bottle, and wait for her to get out before following her through the sliding doors. I take the glasses up to the kitchen, splash a last double in each one, then bring them back to the living room.
I find her sitting in one of the armchairs. She’s wearing the robe, but it’s undone, revealing her pale, damp skin from neck to toe. I pass her the glass, and she accepts it.
Zelda has come in, too, and I close the sliding doors, then fetch a dog biscuit from the box on the side and give it to Zelda. She takes it over to her bed and goes round in it three times before flopping down to crunch it contentedly.
Missie watches me as I sit in the other armchair opposite her. I let my robe fall apart too, and don’t bother hiding my erection as I have a drink.
She has a mouthful of whisky, then licks her lips. “I want to taste you.”
My heart skips a beat, but I don’t move. “Crawl over here on your hands and knees and you can do anything to me you like.”
She laughs, her beautiful girlish giggle, has one more drink, then puts down her glass. She slides her arms out of her robe, then slips off her chair onto the carpet. Lifting a hand, she releases the clip holding up her hair, and uncurls it so it tumbles over one shoulder.
Then she tips forward so she’s on her hands and knees, fixes her gaze on me, and crawls slowly forward like a cat, right up to me.
I part my legs, and she moves before them and slides her hands up my thighs. She licks her lips, her gaze still locked to mine. And then she lowers her head and closes her mouth over the tip of my erection.
Ahhh… I tip my head back and close my eyes. Merry Christmas, Alex.
Chapter Seventeen
Missie
Alex’s long groan sends a shiver of pleasure all the way through me. Holy shit, unraveling this guy is just the best thing in the world. He’s normally so in control, and shows so little emotion, that watching him do this is almost erotic enough to make me come on its own.
Making sure he’s well lubricated, I stroke him firmly with one hand while I explore him with my tongue. He tastes amazing, and as he sinks a hand into my hair, I know I’m getting to him. I don’t think he was far from coming in the spa, so this isn’t going to take long. If it truly has been over a year since he had sex, it’s no wonder he’s struggling to hang onto reality now. Hmm, I wonder if he’ll be ready to go again afterward? It doesn’t matter if he isn’t—I’m pretty sure he’ll go down on me again. Ooh. I don’t know what I’d prefer.
Oh, man, doing this is making me ache inside. He’s applying gentle pressure to my head, encouraging me to go deeper, and I slide my lips down as far as I can, taking him deep inside my mouth, and suck.
“Ahhh…”
I look up and meet his gaze, and let him watch me as I continue to arouse him. His eyes are turning hazy. After lifting my head briefly to lick my fingers, I return to kissing him as I cup his balls, then explore further down.
“Ah, shit,” he says, giving a short laugh, his hand tightening in my hair. “Missie…” Gently, I tease the tight muscle there with a finger, and he closes his eyes. “Shit, I’m going to…” He can’t finish the sentence, and I watch him as he comes, loving his deep groans, and swallowing down everything he has to give me.
