14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Klaus

C hristmas had always been a time that I dreaded, my mother would always be missing and my father would try to make up for the fact that she didn’t care by throwing money at the problem and disappearing into his own dark activities. After my shower he set up the living room like some sort of Christmas winter wonderland. The fuzzy white blankets sat on the couch, while the faint sound of “Santa Tell Me” by Ariana Grande softly playing when I entered the room. He set up the movie shortly after, midway through the movie we took a short break while he made dinner as I sat and admired him from the distance.

Yesterday was the first Christmas that felt like home. Like it was just meant to be. He watched me eat his food in admiration like maybe he loves me as much as I love him. Is it too soon to admit that? To admit that I want to be with him for the rest of my life. Would he want that? I stare out at the night sky from his bedroom window. I’ve been restless tonight, the joy and happiness I felt the other night felt timed, as though something would come and kill every smile, every sensational touch, every ounce of the security and safety I feel with him.

The feeling is causing a dip in my stomach with sadness being brought to the surface as though I wouldn’t be able to survive without him. I need to tell him the truth but I don’t know how. The small glimpses of light from the streets illuminate the darkness of the apartment. Turning around, I watch the soft rise and fall of Klaus’ chest, the blankets cover his perfectly sculpted abs. Walking over to the bed I curl my fingers around the loose end of the blanket from his body, carefully covering my own naked body as I crawl up the bed.

I press soft kisses along his thigh, my hands softly gripping him to hold myself up. His cock hardens slowly as I lick a trail from balls to tip. He stirs for a moment but doesn’t wake as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I lick, suck and have my way with his dick as if he were a candy cane. Strong hands glide along the top of my shoulders, fingers up my neck and through my hair, the feeling excites me as he pushes down on my head. His cock reaches the back of my throat until I gag. He gives me the chance to lift myself off just for a moment to catch my breath before he thrusts his hips up and pushes my head down once more.

"Fuuuck,” he rasps as he repeats the movements. I hum as he continues using my mouth, fucking me as he chases his pleasure.

“Ximena, swallow every fucking drop.” He pushes my head down once more, his cum filling my mouth, filling me as I continue humming through it. I’m so wet that I’m grinding against the bed as I pop off his dick with a loud pop.

“You’re fucking incredible baby girl.”

The praise makes me smile as he lets go of my hair, his hands go back to my shoulder and then to my arm, squeezing me tight enough to bring my body up his, resting my head on his shoulder he kisses my temple.

“Do I get to enjoy my breakfast in bed? or would you like me to eat you in the kitchen while I properly give you some food.” He chuckles.

I could very much get used to mornings like this. But that everlasting feeling of doom lingers a little more as I pretend to think about my reply.

A ringing interrupts my words, the ringtone is unique not one that is preset on the iPhone. This one was carefully selected for whoever it is. He reaches for his phone, and puts his finger up, tell me that he’ll be a minute without using any words. He shifts me off him, as he carefully sits up and pushes the dreadful green button.