Page 56 of Trust In Me

“Shall we watch it in the lounge next door? I know she often sleeps through our movie nights, but she’s been a lot more unsettled on a night recently and I really want her to get a good night's sleep tonight.” She agrees with me and we arrange to meet in the lounge.

I waste no time changing into my grey sweatpants, and I throw a baggy white t-shirt on too. I pull the duvet cover off the bed and drag it through into the lounge. While I’m waiting for Mia, I go to the fridge in the corner of the lounge and pull out a cider for me, and I make Mia her usual Jack Daniels with Coke. I also grab a bag of popcorn from the cupboard above. It’s our movie night cupboard, and it’s full of popcorn, crisps, and sweets. As I’m about to close the cupboard, I decide to grab a bag of M&M’s too, as I know she loves them.

When Mia walks back into the room, I’m literally floored by how fucking gorgeous she looks. I can tell she hasn’t gone out of her way to make herself look good; she doesn’t have to try, it’s completely natural. Her glossy brunette locks fall down around her face, and she isn’t wearing any make-up at all, yet her eyes glisten and stand out. Same goes for her plump lips that do nothing to stop my cock from standing even more to attention. She is wearing a short, baggy t-shirt that is cut off just above her belly button, showing the most gorgeous patch of skin. The t-shirt is falling off one of her shoulders, and I don’t miss the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. The t-shirt is red with Christmas decorations on it, and she’s wearing a matching pair of booty shorts. They stop mid-thigh, exposing her luscious legs.

Mia sees me sitting on the sofa with the duvet, with all the treats for our movie night, and she practically skips into the room. I haven’t seen her this carefree and happy around me in a long time. Normally she tries to keep a healthy distance from me, but tonight she wastes no time throwing herself down right next to me on the sofa before pulling the duvet over us both.

Snuggling further against my side, I can feel the warmth from her skin against mine and I can’t help the shiver that cascades through my body. This is why she doesn’t get too close any more. Our bodies can’t be this close without us feeling each other. Feeling the want and desire we both can’t deny still exists.

“What movie do you want to watch?” I ask, trying to ignore the sensations, while I discreetly adjust my cock under the covers to make things a little more comfortable. As soon as my hand makes contact, to move him to a more comfortable location, it twitches and springs even further, thinking this is the start of the action. Sadly, he has become used to my right hand.

Mia turns to answer me, and I quickly move my hand away. Last thing I want is her thinking I’m playing with myself next to her. Fuck, that really wouldn’t be good. “Erm…could we watch…Love Actually? I know you secretly love rom-coms, and this is a Christmas movie. So, it definitely counts,” Mia states with a cheeky smile on her face as she uses the remote to start playing the film. I did say she could pick, so I can hardly change my mind now.

We sit together, cuddled up on the sofa like none of the past couple of months has happened. She lets me put my arm around her, and is more than happy to curl up into a ball by my side, with her head on my chest. I know she can hear my heart racing, but I don’t care. I may not be able to tell her how I feel, but she will know. She can hear the way my heart beats just for her.

The movie ends and she looks up at me through hooded eyes, neither one of us wanting this evening to end. “Shall we pick another movie?” I ask, not even wanting to look at the time. Hallie is sleeping peacefully next door, and I’ve probably spent just as much time watching the monitor as I did watching Mia. I barely saw the movie at all.

I know it's getting late, and we should call it a night, but neither of us do. She bites her lip, like she is contemplating exactly what to say. A blush spreads across her cheeks, and I can’t hide the cocky grin because I know there’s only one reason she would blush like this, she just thought of something very dirty, and I’m so here for that.

Before I even realise what’s happening, Mia throws herself up onto her knees and climbs over my thighs, until she is straddling my hips. Just as my hands clasps hold of her hips to steady her, she lowers her lips and crushes them against mine. It's not sweet or innocent, this is pure passion and my heart races. Instantly, I match her kiss, letting her tongue sweep into my mouth, loving the taste of her, just like I always have.

She pulls back suddenly, her hands cup my cheeks and she tilts my head so that I meet her gaze. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and she’s panting to catch her breath. I’m sure I look the same. “This can only be a one-time thing, Kel. Think of it as a Christmas present, but tomorrow we have to go back to normal. I know you don’t understand it, but you have to. Please agree to this, it's the only way I can carry on,” she mumbles, pleading with me.

Fuck, I would have sacrificed a fucking kidney if it means we get to finish what she has just started. My body craves her, and even if I can’t have her permanently, I will take whatever she is willing to give. “You have my word, Mia. I will always want you, but I can respect your decision.”

She barely waits for me to finish my sentence before she acts. As soon as I agree, she pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing her fucking amazing tits, before she throws it onto the floor and crushes her lips back against mine.

This is so different from any other time we have been together. This is frantic and desperate, where we both literally can’t stop grasping at each other, desperate to take things further, quicker. I think for me, I want to get straight into it, as I am worried she is going to change her mind at any moment, so I want to enjoy as much as I can for as long as I can. She appears to have the same thoughts, as we both fumble around desperately trying to rid each other of our clothes, but not wanting to stop touching or kissing each other.

I don’t know how it happens, but we eventually both end up naked, with me hovering over her, as I use my body to cage her in. I then waste no time sliding down Mia’s fucking gorgeous body, and once I reach her stomach, I quickly part her legs, hooking them widely over my shoulders. My head is straight in front of her glistening pussy, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from diving straight in. Looking up at her through what I’m sure will be hooded eyes, I’m like a starved man and Mia is my last meal. I take a second, just staring at the beauty lying in front of me, and I realise that even though we are rushing and are desperate for more, I still want to make sure Mia is completely on board with this and most importantly that she gives me her full consent.

With a small nod of her head, it’s all the encouragement and permission I need, and I use my fingers to spread open her glistening slit. With a sweep of my finger, I feel just how ready she is. I can’t hold back the resulting groan and it vibrates against her pussy, and given the way she shivers every time my breath hits her sensitive clit, she clearly is enjoying what I’m doing.

“Fuck, Flower. You are so wet. Is this all for me?” My voice sounds almost like a growl, and I hear her chuckle slightly, which is most definitely not what I want to hear. I look up at her, wondering what she could possibly find funny about the way my tongue feels against her pussy.

“It’s always just been you.”

Fuck! Does she really mean that? I feel like I’ve waited forever to hear that, but at the same time, she has made it very clear that I can’t read into things too much. This is a one-off. I will hold what she just said close, but this is by no way over between us. I will find out what is keeping her from me, and I will prove to her what a load of bullshit it obviously is.

Upon hearing those words, I waste no time at all running my tongue through her slit, circling her pussy entrance, before travelling back up to flick it over her already sensitive clit. I repeat the same process enough times that she starts to moan, arching her back, desperately seeking more.

That’s when I push my fingers into her wet pussy. Combining my tongue flicking over her clit, and the way I use my spare hand to tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making sure to roll it around and squeeze it just enough, the way I know she likes it. This works exactly as I planned, and my touch becomes too much for her. It doesn’t take long before her muscles are coiling, her hands fist in the cushions of the sofa, as she mumbles almost incoherently.

“Please, Kellan. Oh fuck. How are you able to do this to me every fucking time? I need more. I need all of you. Please.” I love that even though it’s been a while since we were together, the confidence she gained while we were together, and the lessons I taught her, have stuck with her. I can’t tell you how much fucking harder my cock becomes when I hear her words.

I give her exactly what she is asking for, and continue my efforts with both my tongue and my fingers. I keep the rhythm, making sure that when my fingers pull back, that’s when my tongue flicks over her clit. It means she doesn’t get any respite, and her breathing becomes more erratic. I can feel her becoming wetter, and the walls of her pussy are grasping on to my fingers. She begins chanting my name as her orgasm rips through her body.

“Kel…fuck, babe…oh fuck, Kellan. I’m…I’m coming. Kel,” she screams, and I don’t even bother to quieten her. My tongue is too busy lapping up her fucking exotic taste. I can’t get enough of her.

Her fingers have been threading through my hair, gripping my head and holding me in place between her legs, and I couldn’t move my head even if I had wanted to—which I very much fucking did not! But, as she begins to come down from her orgasm, she pulls my head away from what I’m sure is her overly sensitive clit. This time, I let her.

Pulling gently on my hair, she guides me up her body, and without even a hint of hesitation, she pushes her lips against mine. The moan that vibrates through my mouth is intoxicating, and I know she must be able to taste herself on my tongue.

“Do you like how you taste, Flower?”

“Mmm,” is all she is able to respond with. When she finally pulls her lips from mine, she has the cheekiest grin on her face and through hooded eyes, she keeps eye contact with me as she pushes me backwards until I’m laying down and she slides down my body. “There’s something else I would like a taste of too.”

Fuck, could this girl get any more fucking perfect?

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