Page 13 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
When it fades away I collapse on top of her, trying to hold my weight off her, but I’m so far gone I can barely think straight. I roll onto my side and wrap her up in my arms, my head buzzing, my body still shivering all over, and it almost feels as if I’m still coming, a hard clenching of pure pleasure deep in my belly.
How is that even possible?
But then, how is it possible that my mad crush, the luscious and lovely Evie Taylor, is here in my bed with me? That every fantasy I’ve ever had of her is coming true in such spectacular fucking fashion, I can barely believe it?
She nuzzles into my neck, and a sense of utter contentment I’ve never felt before takes over, warming me from head to toe. I don’t know what to do with this feeling. But I decide there’s nothing more I need to do tonight.
Except fuck her again once I catch my breath.
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Evie
Idon’t even know how many orgasms we had last night between us. All I know is, I wake up to the dim winter sunlight coming through the arched glass transoms at the top of the high, linen-covered windows, and Dru is sleeping beside me.
I study her profile: her lush mouth, her angular jaw, her long lashes. The high cheekbones. And even in her sleep, there’s a hint of the dimple in her cheek. I ache to reach out, to press my finger there. I don’t even know why.
Her short brown hair is a bit of a mess, and I take some pleasure in knowing it’s my fault. Even more pleasure in the fact that her long leg is draped over my thigh, and her warm hand is wrapped around mine.
She stirs, and I wait, wondering if they’ll wake up, or if I have a little longer to lay there and watch them. Admire the clean lines of their face, their androgynous beauty that’s always drawn me in. She stretches a bit, then her eyes flutter open. She turns her head to me, and her smile devastates me.
“Hi,” she says, her voice rough with sleep. “You’re really here.”
I smile back. “Yeah. I am.”
She turns onto her side, and her sleepy hazel eyes gleam with bits of gold and green and a touch of silver. My heart thumps in my chest as she brings my hand to her lips and kisses the back of it.
I groan.
“What is it, darlin’?”
“You have no idea what that does to me.”
“What? This?” She kisses my hand again, and a shiver runs through me.
“You’re going to need to stop that if you ever want to get out of this bed.”
“Who says I do?” she answers with a grin. “Except nature calls. And I’m starving. How about you? Let me feed you some breakfast?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
She brushes a kiss across my mouth, and it’s all I can do to let her pull away before she gets out of the bed and stretches, her lean, lanky form silhouetted in the morning light coming through the curtains. Naked, she moves to the bathroom door, then turns to me.
“I’m sorry, pretty girl. I’m being a terrible host. Do you want to go first?”
“No, I can wait.”
She comes back out a minute later. “Okay, teeth are brushed, and now I can kiss you properly,” she says, launching herself onto the bed on top of me.
“But mine aren’t! Dru!” I yelp as she plants her mouth on mine, but I refuse to part my lips.
“Okay, go brush so I can kiss you,” she orders.
“I don’t have a tooth brush with me.”
“There’s a new package of fresh ones under the sink. Second drawer.”
I hate having to get out of bed, but my mouth definitely needs a good cleaning, and I have to pee.
