I kiss her. Hard. With all the desire I’ve saved for years and years and years.
Our mouths connect with consuming need. I slant my mouth and the opening she leaves allows my tongue to sweep in, rolling and exploring; claiming what I’ve wanted again for so long.
When our mouths part, she’s panting laboriously and my erection throbs in the juncture between her thighs. It wants in. It wants what it couldn’t have all those years ago.
We kiss some more, each time our lips touch, the more frenzied we become. My hand caresses the softness along the inside of her thighs, as I nudge her legs open and find her wet center.
I skim the edge of her panties with my fingertips, relishing in the tiny gasps she makes every time I run it over her center. Just like my fantasy.
“Tell me, Ceece. What would’ve you have let me do you?”
Her eyebrows furrow as I pull away, as if she’s suddenly remembering where we are and what we’re doing. Like she’s coming to from a deep, fevered dream.
“I would’ve given you everything, Jase. Every. Single. Thing.”
I collapse on top of her, my face in the crook of her neck and I bite the sweet flesh of her collarbone. My groan is pained and raw, as if she’s carved me open like the way the turkey was sliced at dinner.
CC turns into me, wrapping a leg around my waist so I’m pressed into her warmth, my cock growing savagely hungry to be inside that sweet center. Her fingers plunge into my hair and she lifts my face to hers.
“We had a false start with our first kiss, Jase. It wasn’t our time back then, even though my teenage heart wanted it so much. But if you want it now, I’m all yours. You can have all of me.”
Fuuuuuuck, yes.
Itry to remember the reasons I walked away from CC the first time.
Sure, we were young, and I was heading to bootcamp and then likely shipped off overseas. My life would’ve been at risk and leaving behind a high school girl with a long-distance relationship between us would have been a recipe for disaster.
And then there was Chris – my best friend and her brother. I wasn’t about to tell him back then that I had a thing for his sister. No fucking way.
But none of that matters any longer. Cecelia is an adult and able to make her own decisions. All my previous excuses are moot points and I’m about to make her mine.
CC’s lips part again and she’s softly stroking my hair, murmuring sweet and dirty things into my ear. A different and new kind of energy unfolds and buzzes between us. As if the walls of the past have disintegrated and all that’s left is the fascination of what’s to come.
Her heel digs into my ass as I rock my hips into her, establishing friction and ownership. Both of us saying without words,this is mine. My fingers graze the underside of her breast, as I gently brush the tip of her nipple. Her reaction is pure lust and part desperation, her fingernails digging into my scalp.
“That feels so good,” she mewls, and I pinch the tight peak with my fingers. “I hate to say it, but we don’t have a lot of time. We gotta make this count before someone comes home and finds us.”
I chuckle at the thought. “You think your parents would retract their invitation for me to come back for Christmas?”
“Pretty sure that would be the case. But I’d still let you sneak in and slide down my chimney, Santa baby.”
The innuendo is naughty, and I love that Cecelia has a dirty mind. My finger toys with the edge of her panties, rolling over the sensitive bundle of nerves just underneath the cotton panel. While I’d love to continue teasing her, she’s right. There’s no way of knowing when the family will be back, so we need to keep things moving, no matter how much I want to savor it all.
Edging underneath her panties, I slide a finger through her wet folds, enunciated by a sharp intake of CC’s breath. Reaching for the tip of her earlobe, I snap my teeth around it and bite, then soothe it with a wet glide of my tongue to mimic the movement of my finger at her clit.
Swirling and flicking, her body tenses underneath me. My finger plunges inside her snugness and she lets out a sultry acknowledgement.
“Yes. Jase,yes.”
Her walls clench around my lone finger, the slick sounds will forever be looped in my brain as the soundtrack of this holiday. I add another finger, curling it up in search of her g-spot. I want her to go off like skyrockets, send her into an orbit with such force that she’s blissed out for days.
I know I’ll be blissed out for days.
“I’m getting close, Jase,” she pants, as I increase my efforts. “I want you inside me when I come.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. But then it dawns on me that I don’t have a condom with me. Not exactly something I was thinking about bringing as a guest to a family holiday dinner.
I pause my movement and look around the room wide-eyed, as CC squints at me with a disconcerted look.
