“Want to watch a movie?” he asked though he knew she didn’t. “Or we could go to bed?”
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, but comically, and she laughed as he’d wanted her to. Good, he hadn’t pushed too far or said too much that might scare her away. She hadn’t realized it, he didn’t think, but she was a caged bird waiting to be freed. She wanted to explore the world, to see how far she could go outside of that cage she’d lived in all her life.
He wanted to fly with her, that’s all he asked, to be allowed to accompany her on her new journey through life.
“Sure, we can watch a movie,” she said smugly as if to thwart his plans. “Maybe something like National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. That always makes me laugh.”
“What’s it about?” He sat up and reached for the remote on the coffee table.
“You’ve never seen it?” Her jaw dropped and she stared at him with wide eyes.
“No, what is it? Obviously, a Christmas movie, but what’s it about?”
“Oh, we have to watch it now.” She took the remote from him and found the movie on one of the sites they ordered movies from. “Okay, get ready. You’re going to laugh your ass off.”
“We’ll see.” He pulled her to him, both on their sides now, and kissed her ear. “But I will be taking you to bed after.”
“Yeah, yeah, hush,” she laughed playfully and settled her head down on her pillow.
He saw some of the movie, but most of the time, he was watching her. She laughed through the entire thing, in a way that was so free and easy. Her eyes shone brightly, and everything about her was just… happy.
When the movie finished, he grabbed another bottle of wine and took her upstairs. While she changed, he put on some music, lit a few candles, and slid into the covers totally naked. She came back into the room with her fuzzy pink pajamas on. He frowned when she slid into the bed, but let it go. Pajamas were easy enough to take off.
“I’m so glad to be here with you.” She took a deep breath, one that wasn’t very steady. He knew she had a really hard time getting to sleep, and when she did, she didn’t sleep for long most nights.
It was one of the things that worried him. She’d go downstairs to keep from bothering him, but he worried that she wasn’t sleeping. He knew, every morning when he woke up alone, that she hadn’t slept well again. She needed solid sleep, being tired all the time would just stress her out and cause more problems for her.
“Did you take a sleeping pill?” he asked, but he knew they’d been in the drawer in the nightstand since they’d come here.
“No, they don’t work well, not anymore.” She put her head down on his chest and wrapped herself around him. “Honestly, those stories or reading are the only things that work to help me get to sleep now. They don’t help me stay asleep though. I could fall asleep right now, but I’d be awake again by two or three am.”
She blew out air in frustration and he patted her shoulder. “Well, let’s talk about something else. Maybe worrying about it, trying too hard, doesn’t help.”
“You’re going to talk me to sleep, are you?” She laughed and put her hand lower on his stomach.
His senses went on alert, her hand was almost on his hip, and he knew it made him a dog when she was so miserable about sleeping, but all he could think about was willing her hand to go lower. While she seemed to think she took a lot from him, he took just as much. He’d never wanted a woman as he did her, it was twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, his need for her.
As she’d said earlier, he thought it would calm down after a while, but every moment he spent with her told him that he was out of luck. He’d want her like this for the rest of his life. She knew exactly how to touch him now, what made him weak with need, but more than that, her responses to him drove him wild.
“I’m going to something you to sleep.” He tipped her face up for a kiss and groaned when her hand moved down, lower, until she grasped him in her hand.
“I guess I know what that something is,” she said against his lips, a smile on her face. “Something that might just tire us both out.”
“It might.” He let her have her way with him and relaxed as her hand began to stroke along his length, slowly, a tease more than anything.
One last night in this bed, he thought, with her wrapped around him. He had one good thing to say about the cold out here, it meant they spent a lot of time cuddled up together for warmth. Anton would come down later and fill the stoves up to keep the fires going, but when it was in the negative digits outside, you could light as many fires as you wanted to, it was hard to stay warm.
She moved down the bed and all of his thoughts disappeared. Her lips wrapped around his tip and sucked him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth, and he forgot what words were, what he’d been thinking about, altogether. All that existed was Marie’s sexy mouth and her hands.
He realized he’d moved his hands only when his fingers met her silky hair, wrapped in it to help guide the pace she used on him. When she pulled back up with heavy suction, to the very edge of his cock, his toes curled and his hips thrust up into her face.
“You’re so good to me, Marie. Don’t stop, baby.” He didn’t even know he wanted to speak, but the flow of words didn’t stop. “Fuck, you suck me so good now.”
The movement of her head didn’t stop, but her hands moved. One cupped his balls gently, stroked them as she let him slide deeper into her throat, while her other hand reached up to gently twist one of his nipples. A low grunt pulled up from somewhere deep in his throat, and he nearly lost control.
He wanted this pleasure to last, he wanted to fuck her, but she was determined that she was going to make him come.
“Baby, you have to stop if you want me to fuck you,” he strangled out. He didn’t want her to stop but he wanted to fuck her too. She made the decision for him and pinched at his nipple a little bit harder just as she sucked up his length one more time.
She was totally in control and knew exactly what she wanted, so he let himself go to enjoy what she was doing.
“Have it your way,” he chuckled throatily as he relaxed into the bed once again.
“Mm,” was all he heard from her. That was fine, it meant her lips were still wrapped around his dick.
He opened his eyes, saw her bent over him in those terrible fuzzy pajamas, and wanted to see her naked, but let it go. Her mouth and her face were what he needed to see. He pushed her hair out of her face, held it back, and she looked directly into his eyes. Her lips were wrapped around him so prettily, and he couldn’t get enough of that vision.
“That’s it, Marie, suck my cock. Fuck, you do that so well.” He thrust into her face eagerly, out of control now, but he kept his eyes open, glued to hers, as the first pulsing explosion shook him. He kept his eyes open as she swallowed every drop he had to give her. Her eyes were hungry, excited, then pleased as pleasure rocked him, until he couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore.
He let her head go and sank into the pillows. She crawled off him to her own side of the bed to have a swallow of apple juice. After that, she cuddled up to him, perfectly content to hold him. He couldn’t move, not yet. He’d just rest his eyes a little bit. She’d nearly killed him with that one, those eyes of her daring him to come in her mouth. Fuck, that was so hot.