Page 51 of Christmas Romance Galore!
My mind flipped into automatic pilot as the sheer bliss of the moment overtook me — Holly inside me, all around me, pressing me down, forcing me higher. Desire circled us like a hawk, going faster and faster, racing around the moment and leaving me dizzy.
Holly pulled me closer and I thrust my body into her, wanting more, knowing I could take everything she had to give.
She gave it to me.
We rocked together, never missing a beat, our rhythm our own and already a smash hit. I was filled to the brim, with yearning cascading from me, and I never wanted it to stop.
A couple more minutes and I was gripping her fingers, my body shaking, kissing her mouth, my body simply craving more. Then Holly brought her other hand into play, showing manual dexterity of the highest order. She brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘being good with your hands’.
My orgasm started in my groin, then ripped through my body, exploding every muscle, pleasure throbbing through my being as Holly never let up, the maestro orchestrating the show. I was floored by her passion, sucker-punched by her lust. She sucked me into her vortex and I wanted to carry on spinning forever, never leave her, always be with her.
Moments later, I stilled her arm and she lay down beside me, kissing, stroking, loving, still inside me.
I didn’t have any words. There was nothing to say. I just kissed her lips through the midst of my sex haze and hoped that I conveyed everything in that one movement.
I think she understood — she smiled, at least.
And then I kissed her again, and again, my lips and tongue not being able to get enough. I was soon working out that Holly was addictive, and I needed another fix. With a yearning to know what she felt like that was almost deafening, I got behind Holly, sliding between her legs, capturing her as my own. I had one thing on my mind and one thing alone — to give Holly an earth-shattering orgasm, one she’d remember for the rest of her life.
This was important — this was how we started.
As I moved inside her, she elicited a guttural groan that made the corners of my mouth turn upwards. She was slick with desire, offering herself up for me and I was lost in her body, in her world. She was a new terrain to navigate, but every corner was soft, smooth and sign-posted just for me. I snagged her neck then licked her back as I built a rhythm just for her, her name stamped right through it.
Within minutes, she was thrusting back into me, crying out my name at full volume, shuddering with desire. I took a snapshot with my mental camera of the first orgasm I ever gave Holly, my new love, the first of many to come.
Leaving her no time to recover, I rolled her over and licked my way down her stomach, my hair trailing across Holly’s skin behind me. Then I went lower, tasting her lips, creating patterns with my tongue.
She cried out and thrust her hips.
I smiled and pulled her closer, pressing into her with my tongue before sucking her pulsing clit into my mouth.
Holly’s moans swirled around my head and I felt invincible. When I slipped my fingers back in and spun my tongue around her clit, her body went into a state of frenzy. We were two people, but right then, we were one. I spun, flicked, spun, flicked. Holly came hard, gripping me, her orgasm rattling through her like one of the trains outside the window. When she was done, I crawled back up her long, slim body, placing kisses all the way up before lying on top of her and kissing the side of her neck.
We stared at each for a few moments, eyes locked, breathing rapid. We didn’t say anything, but slow smiles spread across both our faces. Our first time had been divine, and the night was still young.
We lay panting in each other’s arms, luxuriating in our post-orgasmic state. Then we sealed round one with a kiss.
We knew there would be plenty more to come.
Sunday December 18th
What had happened with Holly and I had come from left field, from a galaxy far, far away — but it just went to show that sometimes, straying into new orbits could be a very good thing. As I awoke the next morning with the winter sun streaming in through Holly’s window, I couldn’t have been happier. The air on this new planet tasted extra-sweet.
I stared at Holly, sleeping beside me, her hair sticking up at all angles. I was almost scared to touch her for fear of her vanishing as I woke up, all this just a dream. But it wasn’t a dream, I knew that.
This was the gold-plated version of reality I’d been waiting for all along. This reality slotted into my life perfectly, like it had been specially commissioned. This new version of my life had a certain sheen, a solidity I wanted to show off to everyone.
I kissed Holly’s cheek and she stirred, eventually opening an eye and looking up at me.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey yourself.”
“Been awake long?” She rolled on to her back, yawning and stretching like a cat.
“Not really.”
I scooted over the bed and into Holly’s waiting arms, giving her a kiss before I settled on to her shoulder. “Morning, by the way.”
