Page 62 of The Twelve Days of Christian
“Believe me, it is, sweetheart. But I don’t want to hurry this. I’ve waited a long time for you. And there’s so much I want to give you. Let me.”
He slides from the bed, kneeling before me, eyes dark and knowing, and places a palm on each thigh, spreading them wide. With one fluid movement, he whisks my panties down to lie in a tiny damp puddle of red lace around my feet. I kick them aside.
I lean back, my body totally exposed, open to whatever he wants to do with it. He leans in to me, capturing me in a kiss. The sweetsaltiness of having his cock in my mouth merges with the lingering taste of spice in his.
He trails delicate kisses along my neck, pausing to worship each breast in turn with firm lips that tug and tantalise. He tastes his way down my stomach, each press of his mouth triggering an explosion of small sparks as anticipation of where he’s heading rises inside me. My hips cupped in large hands, he pulls me forward as his dark head dips low and I moan when his warm, wet mouth finds my centre. My knees tighten reflexively around his ears and he pushes them apart again, insistent. And all the time I’m watching myself in the mirror, my body arching as I ride wave after wave of sensation, powerless against the relentless tide sweeping me along with him, until I collapse back onto the bed with a searing, gasping shudder.
He smiles up at me, looking pleased with himself. He kisses his way up my thigh, my stomach, my breasts, and I whimper at the exquisite sensitivity of my body tingling beneath his touch. Still, I want more. I want all of him. Inside me, filling the emptiness of the past year, the deep yearning not only for the physical, but for someone to mend the gaping hole in my heart.
“Please,” I plead with him. “Please. I want you inside me. To come with you inside me.”
“Again?” he chuckles. “My greedy girl.” And then “Are you sure?” he mumbles against my breast. He raises his head, dark hair tangled, curling in sweat-soaked tendrils. Stormy blue eyes meeting mine, and I can see him lick at his lips, still wet with the taste of me on them.
“Oh god, yes. I’m so sure.” My chest still heaves, my breaths ragged.
“Condom?” he rasps out. “I don’t have one.”
“No, yes, no. Don’t need one.”
“You’re on the pill, right?”
“Yeah, and…” I feel a slight awkwardness admitting to my celibacy in the aftermath of last year’s heartbreak. “There hasn’t been anyone since…” I refuse to say his name. I won’t let that bastard into the room with us. “Not for a year.”
Not since I had to undergo the humiliation of getting tested because my boyfriend was sleeping with someone else as well as me.
“Me neither,” he says. “Despite what the papers would have you believe. And I’m clean.”
I’ve never done this before, never trusted someone from the very first time. But I trust Christian. I shuffle back on the bed and stretch out my hand to where he’s still kneeling between my thighs, pulling him towards me in clear invitation.
Without hesitation he’s on top of me, his heat and weight and power poised as he centres himself, before driving into me with a hard, deep thrust, causing my breath to catch. I’m so ready for him, I simply grip him to me even tighter.
We immediately find a rhythm, as if our bodies are perfectly tuned to the same note, like this is a song we know well, deliciously familiar.
As he feels my rising arousal, the exquisite friction of our over-heated bodies sending my senses spiralling out of control, he quickens his pace, the movement growing less controlled. I arch my hips, locking my thighs around him, desperate to give him greater access, to plunge into me more deeply. The new angle only serves to heighten my pleasure and light flashes as a waterfall of bliss crashes over me and my body clenches tightly around him, my vocalisations a howl of release. He follows, his own tumbling shuddering climax coming with my name on his lips.
Afterwards, we snuggle under the covers, the room a little chilled now the explosive heat of our love-making has trickled away. I turn on my side, and he brackets me with his body, a protective arm across me.
“I can’t believe you’re really here.” He coils a strand of my hair around one finger. “You know I dream about you, right? I feel like I’m going to wake up and find this is just the same old dream I’ve had before.”
“You won’t,” I whisper. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. This is exactly where I want to be.”
More than that, somehow I feel like this is where Ineedto be, for him, and for me. For so long I haven’t been able to see any way forward, any future. I’ve tried to forget the painful past year, and focus on the small good things in each day, not daring to hope for more. But this—this feels like not only a beautiful, surprising today. It feels like tomorrow. I lie there, a contented happiness settling upon me like a warm blanket. Listening to his rhythmic breathing is a soft lullaby, soothing me into sleep.
He murmurs the words into my hair, the faintest of whispers, as if it’s a secret he’s sharing only with the darkness. “I love you, Haley.”
I pretend to be asleep, but I lie there, turning the words over in my mind. I’ve heard them before, and they were a lie. This time, with this man, I know he means them. And that is both wonderful and terrifying.
Chapter 30
Day Ten
I squint at theslant of moonlight forcing its way around a gap in the curtains. It illuminates the relaxed face of the woman sleeping beside me. Her hair is a mess, tangled across the pillow. My fault, but I’m not sorry, remembering the feel of those dark shiny strands twisted in my hands while she knelt in front of me, her beautiful mouth working me into a frenzy. My dick gives a sudden, immediate lurch. That part of me is never satisfied, especially not when the source of so much pleasure is pressed against me, that curvy wee arse, so ripe and peachy. I am so fucking gone for this woman. And not only because she let me use my body—my hands, my mouth and my eager cock all for her—to try and blot out all memory of the douchebag who didn’t deserve her.
I want it all with Haley. Not just the sex, although I’d happily take that again right now if she wakes up with the need. But what I want with Haley are big things—a life, a home, a future—things I’m not sureIdeserve with her, but I want them more than anything, ever. And I’m going to work my arse off to show her why she should want them with me, too.
Shifting my weight carefully, trying not to disturb her, I reach behind me for my phone. Fuck, it’s almost seven. I feel guilty knowing she’ll soon need to be up for work. I hate the thought of having to wake her, knowing I’m responsible for the fact she’s facing Monday morning with barely four hours sleep. But, remembering how we spent those hours between stumbling in from the gardens and eventually falling into exhausted sleep, I don’t regret it and I don’t think she will either.
I’ve still got the smile of a satisfied man on my face. It’s as if on the stroke of midnight, sweet little Haley’s naughty twin came out to play and fuck if she isn’t fun to be with. Making her come, shatter into little pieces in my arms while I watched her face in the mirror, was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I told her so and then got her to do it all over again twice more just to prove it.
