Leaning back on the couch, I throw the blanket over both of us, and press play on the movie. I sip at my hot cocoa while watching Evan take a swig and then place his mug on the coffee table. As soon as he is comfortable again, he moves his arm over my shoulder, just resting it there. Not insisting anything, but I can’t help myself. I put the drink down and curl into his side.
Snuggling is the best medicine for everything I’ve been through lately, and I’m giddy inside to have that with Evan.
What if I get my happily ever after? Wouldn’t that mean I need to just be me? Is feeling safe and protected a bad thing?
I move in closer and smile when he squeezes his arm and plays his fingers against my upper arm.
“See, a holiday party.” Pointing to the screen, I smile at him triumphantly.
Evan looks down at me, and his eyes stay focused on my lips. I instantly wet mine. The signal is easily read as his lips got closer to mine. It’s a slow decline, but it builds anticipation inside me.
What are they going to taste like? Feel like? Will we connect?So many questions and all I’m looking for is answers.
His mouth descends, and it’s like we are playing with gasoline and burning matches. Explosions ignite, and we were off to the races as the combustion starts deep inside me. He might have crashed into the robber, but I want to crash into him, too.
The kiss increases in intensity drastically, compared to his slow fall. His mouth controls mine, and I’m unable to breathe. It’s so much. Maybe too much. I’m sinking and falling under his spell, and for once, I’m not struggling to fight the fall. That scares me.
Pulling back, I take several deep breaths, trying to get myself under control.
“No, I shouldn’t. I need to not rush this. That’s what always happens, and it always goes wrong in the end.” My hand flies to my lips as if I can hold his kisses there for eternity.
He holds my face, and I move my hands to his wrist. “Noel, we’re not going to rush. We’re going to go really slow.”
He kisses my flushed cheeks, nose, and then, my mouth.
Moans fall away from me, but I still find logic in the midst the burning heat inside of me and fiery lust between us.
“Evan, you know what I mean.” I lift my head, but his lips trail down my neck, and he finds that special spot that makes me mewl like a feline in heat. “Oh, God, that feels…Oh, hmmm…damnit…Evan…Oh, fuck it.”
Sometimes you just know when you know…
I swivel my head and latch my mouth onto his. We fight over who controls the kiss and I decide this is what I want. I want to feel like we’re equals and we’re fighting our way through to be something together. I’ve never wanted someone like this. I’ve never been so turned on by kissing someone, and Evan knows how to make everything feel so right.
My hands wrap around his neck, and I maneuver my hands into his hair as he slowly pushes me back and hovers over me.
In for a dollar, in for a pounding is all I can think. I want to feel him, all of him.
I pull his shirt up over his head, forcing us to break our kiss, and I peruse his chest with my hands. The lay of the land is glorious. I note that I will spend luxury time exploring him later. There’s just too much urgency inside of me.
Lifting my head, I kiss him again and pull his weight down on top of me. The blanket is pushed aside, and my legs wrap around his waist.
We don’t rush. We slowly remove each article of clothing as we kiss and caress. His fingers trace along my skin like he’s playing a fine instrument. Slow and seductive. He dips into curves and tickles over my stomach, lower and lower.
My heart pounds in my chest as his fingers push inside me, I sing a song I never knew I had in me, and he plays me expertly.
The pressure in my core builds, hot and wet, and I climb to the peak as my clit pulsates and my pussy clenches on his fingers, wishing for his cock inside of me.
He works his fingers faster and harder. Maybe next time we won’t rush. I crash and shutter into his hold as the sparkle of Christmas lights and a bliss beyond perfect cradle me.
Evan
Nothing has ever been morebeautiful than Noel blossoming in my arms. My heart pounds, and my cock throbs for more of her. I can watch her succumb to pleasure for the rest of my life, and I’ll never tire of the sight.
I take over on another kiss and lift her in my arms, maneuvering her to straddle me. She’s putty in my hands until she feels my pre-cum slick her inner thighs, and my bulging head throbs against her.
Her eyes widen then a lustful haze lowers her lids as the sexiest bedroom smile forms her mouth.
She wiggles and moves in my lap. I groan as her wet slit drips over me and slickens my hardness. I’m on fire, and her loving affection is the only thing to dampen the inferno.