I pick up a chunk of her hair and rub it between my fingers. "It's hard to get through the day without calling or texting you every five minutes, just to see how you are. I feel like the biggest fucking pussy out there, but it's true."
"It's hard to sit here and not put my hands all over you."
Those are words I love to hear. So I ask, "What's stopping you?"
"I don't want to overstep-"
"Let me make something perfectly clear. There is no overstepping where you're concerned. Ever."
One second later, her hands are tearing off my shirt, only I'm wearing a tie and it's still knotted around my neck. It's so damn funny, seeing the frustrated expression on her face that I'm laughing as I brush her hands aside. Then I help her get me naked and then undress her too. I want to devour her skin, lick every inch of her until I've tasted it, then I want to eat her pussy and then fuck her until she's limp in my arms.
But first, she drops to her knees with a grin. When I see her gaze up at me, I say, "Put your mouth on my cock. Wrap your lips around me and suck."
Then I push back into her, slow, so she won't choke, but damn, I just want to go deep into her throat. Saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth, but she keeps taking me in. More and more with every thrust.
"So good. Yeah, suck hard, just like that." Tipping her head back, I tell her to relax, and I push in a little deeper. She hums and the vibrations are almost enough to make me come. She keeps it up exactly the way I love it and every muscle in my body is taut.
"I'm going to come, Vivi. Giving you a chance to let me pull out."
She sucks harder and hums more. That does it for me and I let loose in her mouth, pumping off my climax down her warm throat.
"Perfect. That's what you are. The perfect Little Wolf, even when you suck my dick."
"I thought the ending was a nice way to show my affection."
And it was. One of the best ways.
Chapter 34
Vivi
Christmas morning, I'm practically bursting with excitement to give Prescott his gift. It took me hours to decide, but in the end, I figured this was pretty ingenious. I invited his friends to spend New Year's with us. I took a chance and called Weston-whose number I got from Lynn-hoping he could help. He was more than happy to, along with his wife, Special. They called Harrison, who tried to get out of it saying something about one of his clients, but Weston told him he could break away for three days. So it's going to be the five of us, unless Harrison ends up bringing someone.
Then I asked Eric for a loan until my first paycheck, so I could buy Prescott some New York Ranger's tickets. He mentioned something about how much he loved hockey, so I thought taking him to a game would be cool.
Finally, I'm going to give him a personal Vivi massage. He'll get a little card, complete with any kind of massage he'd like, including the kinky type, if he chooses. I've purchased a red thong with white fur along the top and back, and a bra to match for the Christmas motif, along with some flavored oils. I'll look very festive when I give it to him. That should be lots of fun. The bad thing is we have to leave for his grandparents' early so he can't open that one until later.
As I'm thinking about this, we're sitting in bed when he gets up to bring me coffee. Only on the way back, he detours into his closet for a second and returns holding a couple of wrapped boxes in his hand. He hands me the coffee, sets the boxes on the bed, and darts back into the closet where he returns carrying two more giant boxes.
"Are we exchanging presents now?"
He wears a playful smile and nods his head vigorously, like a little kid would do.
"Oh, boo. Well, I'll open these, but for undisclosed reasons, I can only give you part of your gift today, and I'd like to give it to you later. The rest of it will come after Christmas."
He shrugs, saying, "That's fine. Go on, open one."
I set my coffee down and ask him which I should open first. He doesn't care, so I go for size.
"Is that an indication of something?" he asks.
"Yeah. You've spoiled me." I look pointedly where the subject of this conversation lies.
"You're a filthy Little Wolf."
I'm ripping into the thick wrapping paper as I comment back to him, "Only because you made me that way. I was as pure as the driven snow before you."
"That's probably true. But I love filthy Vivi. She's killer in bed and is amazing at sucking cock."
"Don't spread that around."
"Don't worry. I'm not a kiss and tell kind of guy. Besides, I own that, remember? Now open. The suspense is killing me."
I lift off the lid and there sits a gorgeous camel-colored coat. I lift it out and hold it up to me. It's soft, and the lining is slick and satiny. "This is gorgeous, Prescott. Thank you."
"You won't return this one, will you?"
I chuckle. "No. I'll definitely be keeping this."
"Damn good thing. Now I won't have to worry about you anymore, freezing that sweet little ass off. Okay, next box."
I smile, thinking about him worrying about me.
I open the next box and there sits the Canada goose coat. I immediately put it on. "I'm never taking this off."
"Oh, hell yes, you are. It would be way too hard to fuck with that thing on."
"Nah, look."
I stand up and do a demonstration of how we could make it work and he says, "Vivi, I'd have you sweating so much in that thing you'd have a heatstroke."
"Okay, you win."
"You have two more boxes."
"You've already given me too much."
He grabs my chin and kisses me. "You don't have a clue, Vivi Renard. I'd give you the fucking world, if you'd let me."
I grab his chin and kiss him back. "You don't know anything, Prescott Beckham. You already have."
"No, I haven't. It's only begun." Then he hands me another box. This one is considerably smaller. My fingers slide under the paper and unwrap it. When I pull it off, I see the blue Tiffany's box staring at me.
"What's in here?"
"You'll have to open it to find out."
And I do. It's a bracelet, a gorgeous diamond one. "Oh, Prescott. This is beautiful."
"Not even close to the one holding it."
I lean over to kiss him, then hold out my arm so he can put it on me. It's so pretty I can't stop admiring it. "Look at how it sparkles."
"Exactly like your eyes right now."
"You have to stop saying things like that. You'll give me a big head."
"Mmm, that's okay. You've given me big head a time or two so we're even."
"You're a real jokester." I elbow him in the ribs.
"One more-your last one."
I poke out my lip, not because it's my last present, but I feel inadequate with what I'm giving him.
"What? Did you want more?"
"No. I didn't get you enough."
"I didn't want you to get me anything. Having you here is more than enough for me." He pushes the box into my hands. "Go on."
When I open the thing, I find another blue Tiffany's box. He's out of his mind. But what I find inside confirms it.
"Oh my God, Prescott, what were you thinking?"
"That this would look lovely around your neck and this poor necklace needed an owner who'd make it look better. It was lonely in there, waiting for someone like you to wear it. So … " He spreads his hands wide and sits there like an eager boy waiting approval.
It's the most stunning piece of jewelry I've ever seen, even better than the things my dad gave my mom. Tears form in my eyes and I blink furiously, forcing them back. It doesn't work. I break down like a dork and cry helplessly in his arms.
"It is that bad?" he asks.
"No," I sniffle, "it's that good. It reminds me of my parents and the things Dad did for Mom. Thank you." I cling to Prescott like a big fat gooberhead, crying my eyes out. I'm sure he thinks he landed a whiny dweeb.
"Sorry I'm such a dork," I say after getting the tearfest under control.
"It's fine, and you're adorkable, so I don't mind."
"Adorkable? Thanks."
"That's being a dork in a very adorable manner."
"I sort of got that."
He wipes my face with his T-shirt. "Better now?"
I nod and he tells me to turn so he can put the necklace on.
"Okay, go look."
"Come with me." I grab his hand and he follows me into the bathroom. My hand reaches for the necklace, lightly fingering the diamonds. The piece of jewelry is a work of art with gems woven into each of the flowers, and I tell him.
"You make it perfect, Vivi. It was created for you."
I wrap my arms round his neck and look into his eyes. "I can't believe I wasted so much time avoiding you."
"Eh, we have a lot of make-up sex to do. It's going to be great."
"It already is."
Then he squeezes my ass. "I hate to break this to you, but we need to get a move on. Grand is eager to see us, though I think more so you."