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She sighs happily and settles back against my chest expectantly. I dutifully start in on the words, stumbling a bit on the unfamiliar ones with too many syllables, but Bets doesn’t seem to care. I’m only halfway down the first column, somewhere aroundaberration,when Betsy pinches my arm.
“Heath? That ache you mentioned? I think I’m there.”
I blink down at the top of her head. She hasn’t moved, she’s got to be teasing me.
“If I slide my hand inside those wickedly adorable pj’s of yours, will I find you dripping?” I growl into her ear.
She nods, her curls teasing my chin. “If you’re not, then I’m going to make you read something of my choice until you are,” I warn her. “Still sure?”
“Heath!”
Slowly I pull the zipper down, reaching inside the stretchy flannel, my hand gliding over her silky skin down to her pussy. Which is indeed slick with need. My fingers move easily over her swollen folds. She moans softly, throwing her head back against my shoulder.
“Please, Heath.”
I pinch her hard little nub in warning, but that only makes her wiggle faster against my hand. She quiets when I slide two fingers inside of her, curling them slightly. I don’t want to be too rough, even with such minor penetration, after the way I claimed her earlier.
Bets clinches down hard on my fingers with a little cry of satisfaction. In seconds she’s spasming on my hand, her knees coming up, forcing more contact. I let her take what she needs, murmuring nonsense into the ear closest to me. When her knees relax down, I slowly retract my hand and slide up her zipper.
Then I turn her slightly so she can watch me with wide eyes as I lick my fingers.
And in usual Betsy fashion, she quickly turns the tables on me. She runs her tongue over her lips.
12
Betsy
This has got to be the best Christmas morning ever, waking up in Heath’s arms. He wouldn’t let me ditch the pajamas last night, saying only, “I like to open my presents in the morning.” Then he wrapped one heavy arm around my waist, draped his shin over my lower legs, effectively trapping me in place, and went to sleep. Heaven.
Now my eyes have popped open, and I slowly turn my head to see if he’s awake. He is, watching me with solemn eyes. I smile tentatively, making Heath smirk.
“Do I get my presents now?” he grumbles in a sleep-raspy voice.
“Sure?” I move to free myself enough to get out of bed, but Heath’s grip tightens.
“It’s you I want to unwrap, Bets. You sore at all?”
I shake my head mutely, wondering if I’m supposed to know to do something at this stage. The most comfortable part of being with Heath is that he knows me, better than anyone really.
“Relax, baby. I like to take my presents out, play with them a little and then read the manual.”
My brow furrows at that last part. There’s a manual? Is he talking about doing more reading?
Heath chuckles long and low in my ear as he once again slides the zipper down my front. “Stop thinking so hard, Bets.” He rolls the flannel down over my arms, trapping my hands in the sleeves. But rather than freeing me, he lowers his head to tongue one of my nipples into a turgid peak. I wriggle, trying to get my hands out, but Heath frowns. “Don’t rush me, baby. Unless you want to wait until after dinner tonight to feel my cock?”
I shake my head slowly and Heath’s gaze heats. “There’s my good girl.”
The slightly exaggerated drawl in his husky voice has my insides quivering all over again. I force myself to hold still while he gives equal treatment to my other breast, the first now wet and pebbling with the chill of the room.
Heath frowns when he realized he can’t take the lower half of my pajamas off without the top half too. He strips it off and then, with a perfectly straight face, feeds the sleeves back over my hands. “What on earth are you doing?” I finally ask.
“Making sure I know what all the buttons do before I turn my present on.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, his lips grazing over the curve of my hip. When I feel the heat of his breath hovering over my clit, I don’t know if I should hold still or… squeal in surprise when his tongue pushes into my channel.
“Hmm, I think I like my present a lot, Bets.” He’s practically humming with satisfaction when he finally lifts his head, having ensured I orgasmed against his face. I’m shocked and excited and wondering what could possibly come next. Heath releases my hands finally but takes one of them in his and guides it to his cock. “I want you to learn how to do this, Bets. I don’t ever want to give you more than you’re comfortable taking, so lift your hips slightly and guide me home.” He’s patient with me as he shows me how to line his cock up with my entrance, pulling my hand back slightly when I try to take too much at once.
“Good job, baby. You ready to cum on my cock?”
I nod, unable to form words as my hips rotate instinctively, trying to bring him in even closer. Instead, he pulls out, making me pout. His chuckle rasps above me as he slowly sinks back. This time I wrap my legs around him, but he manages to move, anyway. A minute later, I don’t even care as he reaches down and rubs my clit too damn slowly. I jerk against him and cum, hard. I’m not sure if that took Heath by surprise, but suddenly he’s pumping into me frantically, jetting cum into my depths with a force that sets me off again with a minor aftershock.
