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Winter had not been kind to you this year. Just two weeks before Valentine’s Day, you had slipped on black ice and broken your arm by instinctively literally breaking your fall with your hand. It was cast and now you were forbidden from doing anything more with it that wiggling your fingers and moving your wrist just enough to keep it from stiffening horribly. It had had a huge impact on what you could do with Alice, and what you couldn’t. In a nutshell, everything fun was off the list. Instead of Alice just shrugging it off, “well it’s already broken, to hell with it”, he had insisted on caring for you and wouldn’t let you as much as lift a glass of water with your broken arm. And, of course, it was your dominant hand you had broken, because why wouldn’t it be.
Valentine’s Day morning came. You had been pouting the entire evening about not being able to do anything for Valentine’s Day. Alice had kissed your forehead and promised you’d have all the time in the world to make up for it once your arm healed. You should’ve known better though, you should’ve had a little more faith in him; Alice always had a card up his sleeve.
That morning you were woken up by soft kisses on your neck. Alice had already settled between your legs underneath your blanket and was softly sucking your soft skin, leaving pale hickeys here and there. You sighed in contentment and murmured a good morning to let him know you were awake. Alice’s lips left your skin and he looked up at you, smiling and kissing your lips, wishing you a good morning as well. His hoarse sleepy voice sent a shiver down your spine, and Alice definitely noticed that.
“So, I’ve been thinking…”, he started.
“Oh no.”
Alice shot you a mock-insulted look.
“Do you think you could be a good girl?” he smirked at you and tilted his head; His long hair was still tangled and messy from sleeping, and a few thick strands fell onto his face as he did. You couldn’t resist the urge to reach out with your unbroken hand and gently place the strands back where they belonged, nonchalantly playing with his hair while you were there.
“With you? Definitely not.”
“Oh, nevermind then.”
You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Tell me.”
“No point, if you can’t be a good girl.”
“Pretend I can.”
“Well, if you could be a good girl, and kept that arm of yours perfectly still”, Alice said and nodded towards your casted arm. “I’d definitely be up for some breakfast in bed.”
You bit your lower lip and investigated his face for any sign of deceit. Alice had issued temporary celibacy in the house while your arm was healing two weeks ago, and by now you would’ve killed for “breakfast in bed”.
“I can be a good girl”, you promised and nodded. “I can be a really good girl, Alice.”
Alice helped you into a half-sitting position, put pillows against the headboard and beneath your broken arm, and sat down over your legs on top of his shins. You were already getting worked up just by the thought of Alice eating you out, but he was clearly in no hurry.
“If you’re a really good girl and keep your arm completely still, we could try having sex later”, Alice told you, a gleam in his eyes, “but if you don’t, not only won’t we have sex later, I also won’t finish you off now.”
“The hell you won’t!”
“Oh, I’m serious, babe. I’ll leave you hanging until that cast is off.”
“Then I’ll fuck myself until my arm falls off and you’ll be sorry.”
Alice smirked at your threat and leaned over you, his lips barely touching the lobe of your ear.
“Do that, and I’ll never help you get off again. Good luck using your favorite vibrator without an arm”, he growled low, his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs of your skin. You shivered at the combination of his words and the tickling sensation and had to admit your defeat.
“I’ll be a good girl.”
Your legs were already tensed up and you were arching your back before Alice could do a single thing. He started off easy by kissing your neck and beginning to relieve you of your sleeping clothes. He kissed and sucked on your neck, moved slowly down to your shoulder, and down to your breasts. Every now and then he would nip or scratch very gently with his teeth, just enough to give you goosebumps all over, and then he’d make up with light kisses over the same spot. He left a trail of hickeys on your skin, finally reaching your left breast. One hand toying with the right breast, Alice kissed and sucked on your left, and mouthed at your nipple, his tongue circling and flicking it. Once he was satisfied with that, he gave your other breast the same attention, and then continued kissing his way down your body.
He finally took hold of your knees to spread your legs further apart, only to find you already dripping wet.
“Oh, sweetheart…”, he grinned and looked up at you with hungry eyes. Instead of just devouring you as he wanted to, Alice started kissing the side of your knee and worked his way upwards. Then he switched to the other knee and kissed a trail up that inner thigh as well until he glanced up at you and then licked a long, broad stripe up your sex. You threw your head against the pillows behind you and arched your back more, a shaky moan escaping your lips. Your toes were curling and you felt like you could come apart right then and there, and Alice took note of that.
“Don’t you dare”, he warned you, and gently bit your inner thigh, like a snake striking, making you jump.
Alice looked at you for a moment, waiting to see if you really were gonna come so quickly, but continued when you showed no signs of being right on the edge. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and buried himself between them, working his magic. He explored every inch of your sex, the tip of his tongue probing everywhere. Every touch felt hot and wet and made you see white. Alice’s tongue moved up and down on you, reaching your clit after what felt like forever. He flicked it and made you twitch, did it again - he loved making you lose control of your own body -, and then covered your clit with his mouth, sucking on it with passion. You were writhing and moaning, trying your damnedest to keep your broken arm completely still. You would’ve been devastated had Alice suddenly stopped now.
Your heels must have been digging rather deep into Alice’s back muscles, but it only made him more eager. His mouth had unfortunately left your clit, but his tongue was now pushing into you as Alice lapped at your wetness, savoring your salty taste. Moving his mouth away from your sex, Alice brought two fingers up to your entrance and pushed in with a squelch. You were pretty far gone by now but instinctively moved your hips in rhythm with Alice’s rapid pumps of his fingers, making you moan out pretty loud. With a wicked grin, he curled his middle finger and hit that perfect spot that made you see stars.
“Alice. Fuck, Alice. Alice, Alice, Alice”, you chanted out of breath, screwing your eyes shut and fucking his fingers. Alice watched you for a second, licking his lips and feeling himself getting rather hard at you chanting his name and then dove back down for more. He sucked your clit hard and massaged your G-spot with his fingers, and you orgasmed, Alice’s name loud on your lips. Your tensed muscles finally relaxed, your inner walls throbbed and clenched, and Alice’s greedy tongue caught every drop of your release.
Once you were finally crawling out of your afterglow, Alice was holding you flush against himself, eyes closed and just enjoying being close to you. He was gorgeous just laying there, his lips red and plump from eating you out. You looked at him and focused on the feeling of him against your skin, a smirk spreading across your lips as you realized what exactly you were feeling.
“Got a little excited there, cowboy?” you teased him, your fingers gently brushing over his erection pressing into your thigh. Alice didn’t open his eyes but smiled guiltily.
“Well, you set a new time record for getting yourself soaking wet.”