"Do you celebrate Christmas?" I ask, putting my phone down on our nightstand.
Grace giggles and rolls her eyes, the both of us sitting up in bed. We've only been together a few months and I was meant to ask her whether she wanted to do something together this Christmas. I love spending time with her more than anything and I would much rather be with her than go home to my family.
"What?" I laugh at her reaction to my question.
"Of course I celebrate Christmas you twat." She smirks, shaking her head slowly as her hand rests on my thigh.
"I don't know!" I chuckle, "I didn't know whether you celebrate it or if you have your own thing."
"I celebrate Christmas, darling." She giggles, "Where's this going?"
"Well, I was just wondering that maybe..if you're not busy-"
"Yes, I would love to spend it with you." She smiles, her thumb rubbing over my thigh gently.
"Really? Are you not going to see your family or anything?"
"My parents are going away and truthfully, I'd rather stay here than go with them." I smile at her words, leaning forwards and pressing a gentle kiss on her lips.
I quickly slip my tongue into her mouth, trying to make the kiss more heated as I move to sit on her lap. She pulls away slowly, a small smirk on her face.
"Wait until we've had dinner, sweetheart." Grace tells me with a small smile.
I roll my eyes, playfully giving her a gentle push on the shoulder without thinking about what I'm doing. She shoots me a warning look, grabbing my wrist gently.
"You didn't just push me, did you darling?"
"Maybe." I shrug my shoulders.
In one swift movement, she pushes me down onto the bed, sitting down on my lap. I flip us over, straddling her hips with a small smirk playing on the corner of my lips before she does the same, forcing me to lay down again. We both continue, trying to pin the other down on the bed until I eventually give up.
Grace sits on my lap, pinning my wrists together above my head with a small smirk on her face. I blush slightly as her eyes trail up and down my body, feeling myself grow more desperate for her.
"Don't get bratty on me now, baby." She says, "We may have to fix this little attitude of yours, remember who's in charge here."
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
"I'm afraid apologizing doesn't get you out of it, my love. I'm still going to have to find away to show you that I'm in charge."
I lift my arms up as she pulls my t-shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor before removing my shorts too. She unclips my bra from the back before beginning to remove her own clothes as well. As I reach out to try and help her, Grace pushes my hand away and pins them both above my head again.
"No touching. Not yet, at least." She smirks.
Once she's removed all of her clothes, she leans back down and starts to plant soft kisses all over my neck. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling myself grow more desperate for her as she trails them down to my chest, her hands gliding up and down my body.
Grace wraps her mouth around one of my breasts, squeezing the other one with her hand as she sucks on my nipple gently. I let out a small moan, squeezing my thighs together and trying to stop myself from doing anything that I know she wouldn't like.
Her hands toy with the fabric of my underwear as she looks up at me for consent, and I give her a nod before she takes them off. I immediately close my legs, blushing slightly as she raises an eyebrow at me, tilting her head.
"Keep your legs open." She tells me, putting her hand on my jaw and tilting my face upwards so that I'm looking at her, "Close them again and I'm gonna stop. Understand?"
I nod, unable to get any words out as I spread my legs apart again for her. She takes something out of the drawer next to our bed, concealing it in her hand and hiding it from my view. I close my eyes as she trails gentle kisses down the inside of my thighs, my heart rate starting to increase slightly.
Suddenly, I feel waves of pleasure overtaking my body as she presses something up against my clit, a loud moan leaving my lips. I look down to see her smirking as she increases the intensity of the vibrator, my face turning bright red.
I arch my back off the bed, but she quickly pushes me back down, applying pressure onto my stomach that makes me go insane. I cover my mouth with my hand, quieting my moans.
"Don't do that, let me hear you, darling." Grace smirks, moving my hand away from my mouth gently.
I nod, my hands grasping onto the bed sheets either side of me as she suddenly turns the intensity up even higher, the sounds of my whimpers and moans filling the room. I throw my head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling as my legs spread further apart for her.
"You look so pretty for me, baby." She says, holding eye contact with me as I look over at her.
She slowly moves towards my face again, hovering over my lips, slightly catching them with hers. She kisses me passionately until I'm unable to kiss her back, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, the vibrator turns off and Grace pulls it away from me, placing it on the night stand for us to wash later and I just stare at her, confused.
"I was so close!" I whine.
"I know, but I did say that I was going to have to find a way to show you that I'm in charge." She smirks.
I let out a loud moan as she pushes two fingers into me without warning, wasting no time before beginning to pump them on and out of me at a fast pace. I throw my head back against the pillow again, my back arching and my fingers grasping onto the bedsheets tightly.
"Oh god.." I moan, "Please."
"Please what, sweetheart? You need to let me know what you need otherwise I'm not you to be able to give it to you." She says softly, increasing the pace of her fingers and curling them deep inside of me, her thumb rubbing over my clit on tight circles.
"Please let me come..I'm begging you." I whisper, my voice getting more high pitched with every word, "I'm so close."
"Come for me, gorgeous. Show me how good I make you feel."
I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as I come over her fingers, my hands grasping onto the bedsheets. The heat pools in between my thighs, my juices leaking onto the bed as Grace slows down her movements.
I open my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing as she pulls her fingers out of me. She helps me sit up, sitting beside me and holding me in her arms for a moment. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, closing my eyes as we sit quietly together.
"That was incredible." I breathe out.
"Thank you, darling." She giggles, "Let's go shower and then we can order something for dinner. How does that sound?"
"Amazing." I smile.
