Page 40 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Fifteen ~
Angela
I wake the next morning wrapped in Elliot’s arms and legs. I try not to move right away, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around me. However, the need to stretch overcomes me and I let my legs curl out to full length.
“Morning,” comes from behind me. Elliot is already awake.
“Hey,” I reply. “Merry Christmas, Elliot.” I turn over to face him. Looking him in the face, I smile.
His face matches mine a moment later. “Merry Christmas, Angie.” He leans in and softly kisses me, nothing more than a tender kiss, and he pulls away.
“I got my wish. You’re here in my arms.” He pulls me closer, as though to confirm his words.
“Sure am,” I reply. Snuggling in closer to him, I lay my head on his shoulder blade. “What time is it?”
I feel him kissing my hair. “It’s 7:30 am. Why?”
“Just wanted to make sure we have time to bake the turkey and make the desserts before your family arrives. Also, I want to give you your other present.” With that said, I jump out of his arms and run to the dining table, grabbing the gift-boxed sweater in my hands and turning to re-enter the bedroom.
I stop in the doorway. Elliot is sitting up in bed cross-legged, waiting for me. He pats the place next to him an unspoken invitation to join him. I walk slowly toward the space he has indicated and take my spot, thankful that the nightgown has enough give to cross my legs without showing any skin.
I hand him the present. “Thank you, baby.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles before releasing them. He grabs the present and pulls on the ribbon to unravel it. Once it falls away from the box, he lifts the lid and places it beside him on the bed. He lifts the tissue paper revealing the hint of green. He pinches the fabric between his forefinger and thumb of both hands and raises it out of the box. His face gives nothing away as he drops the sweater into his lap. “This is great. Thanks, baby. I’m going to wear it today.” The tone of his voice hides something, I can’t tell what.
“I’m glad you like it.”
He smiles at my statement. “I don’t like it baby. I love it. You have been so generous with the sweater and the photo. I’m so thankful.” He leans across and takes my face between his two hands and kisses me. Not like earlier; this one is deeper. He kisses me firmly, his weight against me is making me lean backwards and before I know it, I’m lying down on the bed with his weight on top of me. Our lips and tongues play with each other. Seconds later I feel my body going into defense mode; before I can stop it, my arms push against his chest hard. He pulls right away at my touch and lifts his body above mine. His arms on either side of my shoulders caging me in, he looks me in the eyes. “I promise I wasn’t going to do anything more than kiss you.” His eyes show nothing but worry.
“It’s not you, Elliot. I was really enjoying that kiss. My body reacted, protecting myself. I’m sorry.”
I have no idea why my body chose this moment to react, having allowed many other similar moments between us happen in the past.
I pull my arms from my chest and raise them to encircle his neck. I pull him closer to me and I kiss him. A kiss that I am pouring my feelings into, showing him that I care about him, about us. I bite his bottom lip gently; a moan escapes the back of his throat and his body moves back down to press against my own. I push my tongue in between his lips and explore his mouth. I run my tongue over the line of his teeth. His tongue joins in the dance and I feel his hot breath against my own. My arms lower from his neck and glide over his shoulders down to his biceps, which are flexed. I give them a squeeze. At this, his mouth leaves my own and kisses the edge of my lips and along my jawbone to my neck. I turn my neck to give him more access and he takes it, lowering himself to my collarbone and kissing along the neckline of my nightgown. Following the same path upwards on the other side, he finds my lips again. Planting a soft peck, he pulls away and sits up. “I better stop. Things are stirring within me and if I don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to.” At this, he stands up and enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I sit up in the bed and watch the bathroom door, his confession of his feelings makes me feel great, and not alone. I feel the area south of my hips clench at the thought of more with this man. It’s something I have never even considered before, certainly not with Dylan, and yet here in this bed, two months into a relationship with Elliot I’m having thoughts once again about sex. I want to wrap our bodies together in this bed and spend the day here and feel things with him, explore his body and let him discover mine.
I drop my hand and lift the hem of my gown, I stop at my underwear, and slip my finger underneath the edge and feel my most private part. It’s wet, very wet.
I hear the door handle move. I snag my finger back quickly. If this is how he makes me feel by only kissing, how on earth would I feel if we were to go further? I imagine lying together naked, touching each other all over. I’m a grown adult. I sure as hell can do this with another person, someone I love. I hope he didn’t see me touch myself.
He walks over to the bed and leans down to kiss my forehead. “Don’t worry, you do the same thing to me. I’m going to go get ready. Why don’t you do the same thing and then join me. Your other presents are under the tree.” He kisses me on the lips quickly, and then walks out of the room. I hear the thud of the front door and I know that he has left.
I extract myself from the bed and hit the shower, remembering the way he kissed me no more than ten minutes earlier. I find my hands make their way down south and begin pleasuring myself. Once I’m finished, I exit the shower and begin the process of getting ready. I select my long-sleeve green dress from the suitcase, it’s something I wear to work Christmas parties sometimes, it’s the same dress that I wore to my Christmas party with Elliot only a few days ago, just a lighter shade of green. It’s professional when need be, and today it will be more casual. I team it with nude tights and white ankle boots. I blow dry my hair and style it in soft curls and apply minimal make up except for my eyes, eyeliner and lots of mascara. After all, it’s not just Elliot and me today. I need to make a good impression on his family, especially his sister, who I haven’t met before. His parents seemed polite enough the last time, but this is a family day. How are they going to feel about my joining them?
Satisfied with the woman looking back at me in the mirror, I spray perfume and brush my teeth. Heading back to the bedroom, I notice Elliot must have been back for his sweater, as the box and contents are nowhere to be seen. I pull back the covers of the bed and make it neat. I tidy up all my items and place them in my suitcase and lock it. Bedroom all clean, I make sure the remainder of the house is also in the same condition. Happy with how it all appears, I grab my small bag with my phone and keys and wander over to Elliot’s home.
Instead of walking through the back entrance like I normally would, I decide to knock at the front door. Knowing that he won’t expect it to be me, I wait patiently. He opens the door and smiles when he sees me. “What are you doing out here? Come inside.” He reaches his hand out to take mine and pulls me in, closing the door behind me. He pushes me up against the door and kisses me with passion. I wrap my arms around his waist and give as good as I’m getting. We are all lips and tongues and arms and bodies pressing against each other.
Elliot pulls away and shakes his head. “What you do to me, Angela White.”
I giggle in response, feeling a blush form on my cheeks. I shrug my shoulders and smile. “Let’s go get the food ready before we cancel the whole day.” I walk ahead of him not wanting to look at him while he processes what I have just said. I get to the kitchen and open the fridge, noticing the pavlova is sitting there, already decorated. I start pulling out all the ingredients for trifle.
I feel his presence without even looking at him, like my body is somehow in tune with his. The electrical current bounces between us and it takes everything I have not to slam the door and leap at him.
Instead I take two deep breaths, I choose distraction as a technique. “Can you grab me a large glass bowl for the trifle, Elliot?” With cream, custard, jelly and fruit balancing in my arms I turn around and deposit them on the counter behind me. Elliot appears at my side with a large round bowl made from crystal. “Thank you. I’ll get this ready” I don’t look at him, as I know that if I do, I’ll kiss him again. The charge between us is so strong, somehow becoming even stronger since our confession of love to each other. I don’t know how I’m going to last. Luckily, he moves away, retrieving two items from under the Christmas tree and then sits on one of the stools in front of the breakfast bar.
I start the process of layering the sponge cake with jelly, assorted berries and other fruits, custard and cream, methodically making sure it looks as nice on the outside as possible, knowing full well that as soon as the first spoonful is removed, it turns into a mess. I finish the last layer by shaving milk chocolate over the top.
I turn around and open the fridge door, making room on the top shelf. I swivel to grab the trifle bowl and deposit it and close the doors behind me, scooping up the rubbish I place it in the bin that pulls out from under the sink.
