Page 33 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
We start making out again, my body heating once more, and she’s grinding her pelvis against my hip bone, the hot little minx, then she reaches down to pinch my nipple.
I pull my mouth from hers. “Oh, you are in so much trouble, my beautiful girl.”
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Isit up and throw her over my lap and immediately smack her ass a few times.
“Nooo,” she whines, but she’s laughing.
“No? No what?”
“Um…no, Sir?”
Hearing her address me like this is heady fucking stuff, sending chills up and down my spine. She reallygetsmy androgyny, and it’s a high I could ride all damn night. But I have to keep my shit together.
“I do love the sound of that, but that’s not what I was asking. What do you want, baby?”
“I want to ride you,” she says, and the words are like a fucking aphrodisiac.
“Fuck, yeah,” I tell her as I get onto my back on the floor once more and lift her over my body so she’s straddling me.
She braces her hands on my shoulders until her sweet little pussy is lined up with mine. She’s so damn wet, just dripping onto me, and it’s hot as fuck.
“Come on, Evie. Ride me.”
She begins to move, her body all sinuous curves, her heavy tits so beautiful. Delectable. I take them in my hands, palming the full flesh, then squeezing a little, and she arches into my hands. I start to play with her nipples, plucking, squeezing, pulling on them, and they get harder and harder. And her sleek, wet pussy is grinding down onto my clit, pleasure shimmering me through me, over my skin, deep inside me.
I begin to arch up against her, fucking her as she fucks me, and it feels so damn good, like nothing has ever felt before. And I watch her swaying above me as she throws her head back, biting her lush pink lips, panting harder and harder.
I’m right there with her, sensation taking over, every point on my body that’s in contact with her lovely flesh acutely aware—that, and the sight of her, this woman I am so in love with.
That thought doesn’t stop me for once. Instead, it drives me on, need spiraling so high I can barely keep up with it. And as she grinds harder down onto my clit and I start to come, she cries out, her body shaking as her climax hits her, as mine tears into me, and we tremble and pant and groan together.
“Evie…baby. Yeah!”
She collapses onto me while we’re still shivering, although I’m not really coming anymore—or maybe I still am a little bit. I’m too far gone to even tell. I just hang onto her, my arms tight around her soft body, and we stay there together for a long time, bathed in the Christmas lights. Bathed in the way we feel for each other.
I have never been happier in my whole life.
We lay together for a while, catching our breath. We’re tangled up in each other, arms and legs and heated skin, and her face is buried in my neck. I inhale, taking in the scent of her hair, our come, the scent of sex all over us. But it’s not just sex.
No.
Not with her. It never could have been only sex with Evie. I’ve always wanted more.
We finally manage to get up off the floor, and leaving the tree lights on, we climb into bed and snuggle up together like a litter of puppies. I’m so relaxed and comfortable. Comforted by her presence in a way I don’t think I ever knew I needed.
But I know now. And I can’t ever let her go.
Somewhere in the middle of the night a huge roll of thunder wakes me up, and I squeeze Evie, who’s still snug in my arms.
“Dru?” she says groggily, and I’m not even entirely certain she’s awake.
“What is it, baby? You okay?”
“Mmm. Love you, Dru,” she mumbles.
