I brought my hands to her hair and ran my fingers through it gently. I was breathing hard now, the feel of her warm mouth sucking me was such intense pleasure that I didn't think I'd be able to hold out for long.
As my breath hitched in my chest, she increased her speed and suction. The sounds of the running water, my heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her mouth working my c**k sent me over the edge and I panted out, "Grace, Grace, oh God, that's good. I'm gonna come, baby."
My h*ps surged forward of their own accord and she bobbed her head slightly, letting me know that I should come in her mouth which made my orgasm explode, hot and intense. I moaned through it as I watched her slow on me, swallowing all I had to give.
As she stood up and kissed me on my mouth, I swayed slightly. "What the hell? I didn't know you were a professional." I grinned smugly at her.
Her brow dipped for a split second before her eyes lit and she burst out laughing. "Very, very funny," she said, smacking me on my ass.
"Ow!" I said loudly, but then grinned again at her.
We finished washing each other and then got out of the shower to decorate our sad little tree. In truth though, when we sat back on the couch, snuggling, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, I looked at that half-bare, leaning tree, decorated with outdoor house lights, and I didn't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful Christmas tree in my life.
I pulled Grace against me and I knew without a doubt in my mind that I loved her. I was in love with the woman in my arms. In that moment, it was as clear and as peaceful as the snow falling gently outside the window. Maybe I had loved her for a long, long time. Was that possible? Did it even matter when it had happened, or why? Maybe love was complicated, and yet the simplest thing in the whole wide world.
She snuggled into me and the words hitched in my throat. After a minute, she turned to me and looked into my eyes dreamily. "Happy Christmas Eve, Carson," she whispered.
I smiled down at her. "Happy Christmas Eve, Buttercup," I said.
CHAPTER 34
Grace
I woke up to the sounds of birds outside the window, rays of sunlight streaming in around the closed shades. It was Christmas! I rolled over lazily and stretched, and then snuggled into Carson's warm back. He leaned back slightly and I kissed the smooth skin of his shoulders, my lips lingering on his small scar, breathing him in.
"Good morning," I heard him say groggily.
"Hi," I whispered, my lips still on his back. "So you don't always get up at the butt-crack of dawn, huh?" I teased.
He chuckled. "No, not always. Especially not when I have a warm, soft Buttercup to snuggle with."
He turned toward me and we snuggled for a few more minutes, our hands roaming and my ni**les hardening, wetness pooling between my thighs.
"How are your muscles this morning?" he whispered.
"Good. Better," I whispered back. I could still feel some residual stiffness, but more like I'd worked out hard rather than threw myself under a moving train, like I'd felt the day before.
Carson moved over me and made love to me slowly and gently, moving his h*ps leisurely until I groaned out in frustration, and he smiled against my shoulder and sped up.
I cried out and Carson groaned against my neck when our orgasms hit us simultaneously, goosebumps rising on his skin.
"God, I love to hear you scream," he said, his breath hot against my ear, muffled so I could barely make out his words. He pulled out of me, rolling slightly to the side.
I smiled. "I'll try to get a hold on that," I said.
He leaned up. "No way. We'll just buy a house way out in the countryside so we won't disturb the neighbors." He grinned.
"A house?" I breathed, my expression going serious.
He studied me. "Someday, yeah, a house. I want to come home to you, Grace. I want to have Princess and Junior with you." He paused, his eyes filling with even more warmth. "I love you," he said softly.
My body stilled completely in his arms and I blinked at him, my lips parting. I had realized I loved him last night sitting in front of the fire looking at our pathetically beautiful Christmas tree, and it was confirmed for me a million times over as I stared into his vulnerable expression now. "I love you too," I whispered.
The smile that took over his face was stunning and immediate. "You do?" he asked.
I nodded my head, my eyes filling with tears. "Yeah, I do," I said. "I really do. And you remembered Princess and Junior," I whispered.
He grinned. "I'd never forget our kids, Buttercup."
I laughed and sniffled. "Merry Christmas, Carson."
"Merry Christmas, Grace. Come on, let's get up. I have something for you."
He stood up and started to move toward the bathroom to toss the condom and I sat up too. "What? You have something for me? How?" I was confused.
"Don't worry about that," he called from the hallway. "Just get up and pull something on."
I got up and pulled on Carson's boxer shorts and one of my sweatshirts.
I stopped by the bathroom and then went out to the kitchen to find Carson making coffee. I got the ingredients out for pancakes and bacon and started preparing to cook.
He came up behind me and put his arms around my waist, whispering into my ear, "I love you, I love you, I love you." He smiled against my neck. "I love saying that."
I grinned and turned my head so that I could kiss him. "Hmmm… I love hearing it. I love you."