Page 14 of Fake Christmas Date
Because we belong together,I want to murmur.Because I've dreamed of you from the second I became interested in women. Because you’re already mine and I don’t know how to tell you that.
"My hands and mouth have minds of their own when it comes to you, gorgeous," I murmur, my thumb slowly working up and down the crease at the top of her leg before sliding over an inch to rub through her panties. "You're so beautiful that my mind checks out, and animal instinct kicks in."
Her breath becomes shakier the more I grip her. "Be completely honest, baby. Do you want to finish the movie? Or shall we go downstairs, and let my hands do whatever they want?"
Emma blinks, her blue eyes studying me before silently shaking her head as her fingers tighten against my skin. "I want more than your hands," she whispers. Her fingers walk down my chest, then tug at the waistband of my jeans. "I think we shoulddo some proper lounging. This time…" Her long lashes flutter at me suggestively.
My breath hitches. "With both of us naked?"
She nods, flashing me the most precious grin I will ever see in my life.
I click the movie off and grab her hand, then we practically race downstairs. I lock the bedroom door and turn to see Emma sit on the bed as she quickly slips off her tights.
“Toasty but awkward,” she jokes. Then she stands, her chin tipping up in a clear invitation.
I clutch her to me, our lips locking in a kiss I never want to end. The bulge at the front of my jeans is throbbing in time with my pulse. My desire for this woman is making my head spin.
Her palms drift slowly up my stomach, then to my pecs. A soft moan escapes her throat when I unzip the back of her sweater dress, then Emma steps away so I can grab the hem and pull it up over her head.
Nothing I have ever seen compares to the sight of Emma standing before me in only her bra and panties. Her eyes are luminous. Her skin is delicately pale. The high points of her cheeks are beginning to glow with a faint flush. The swell of her breasts, the dip at her waist, the luscious curve of her hips… My hands are already exploring every inch of her.
"Sexyandsweet," I murmur. "You are the whole package, baby."
Her shy smile sends another jolt to my already rock-hard cock. "You are…a lot, too." She takes hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head. I help her, tossing it to the floor. Then I drop my jeans, almost moaning in relief as the pressure against my oversensitive shaft releases. I leave my shorts on for now, reaching out to unfasten her bra and toss it onto the chair.
My lips seal around first one rosy nipple and then the other, my tongue lapping at her delicate skin as my rough palms cup the delicious weight of her perfect tits.
Emma moans softly as I back her toward the bed. I pull both of us into the center of the mattress, loving how tightly she cuddles against me. The way her hands move across my skin. Her touch is now my favorite sensation in the world.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip for a second, then Emma whispers, "I'm on the pill. Just to keep me regular. So…you know…it's totally fine if we…I mean, if you…"
My fingers spear through her hair as I bring her lips to mine, barely brushing against them as another wave of animal lust consumes me. "Are you saying you want me inside you, baby? You need to feel us both come while I’m deep in your hot pussy?"
She's already nodding, eyes glowing. "Yes."
"Then we’d better get you nice and wet, hadn’t we?"
Her hand begins to stroke down my stomach, toward the waistband of my shorts. "And we'd better get you…oh!" She strokes my length through the thin fabric. I've never been this hard before. No wonder she's startled. I'm a bit surprised too, to be honest.
Emma trembles as I kiss her again slowly and deeply, hoping to tell her with my actions what I'm unable to express properly with words. For a moment, I wish I were a writer or a lyricist instead of a contractor. I’m great with a sledgehammer or power tools, not so great at expressing emotions. How can I explain that I already want us to be together forever?
My hand skims down her side, then slips into her panties. A quick swipe of my finger confirms that she's already wet. "One more question, baby – no, two."
"Okay."
I already know the answer but need to be looking into her eyes as I hear it. "Is this your first time?"
Her lips part as she nods. Then she lets out a breathless whisper. "Yes."
“I have no problem waiting as long as you like, gorgeous. Or do you want me right now?"
"Now.” Her lips curl up in an adorable grin. "The flight was amazing, but this…um…experiencewould be the most amazing early Christmas present I think I could ever have.”
We laugh together, softening the tension of this moment. I kiss her gently, then roll her onto her back, tucking a pillow under her head and shoulders. Covering her with kisses, I meander along her collarbone, then suck on her nipples again. Then my lips drift down her stomach, making a slow circle around her belly button. Emma is quivering by the time I settle between her thighs, stroking her legs gently.
"I need you to come on my tongue, gorgeous. Need you nice and wet and relaxed.”
She moans as I slowly sink my middle finger inside her snug opening. Damn, she’s tight. I move my finger slowly back and forth, then gather some of her moisture on my tongue, rubbing it against her clit.
