Page 61 of A Love Like Christmas Time
She reaches down to take off her panties, but I gently swat her hand away.
“Patience.”
Lauren narrows her eyes at me, lips pursed in a pout. I can’t help myself and lean in to kiss her.
“Don’t talk to me about patience. I’m a blissfully impatient person. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed you,” she mumbles against my lips, her finger tracing a pattern along my rib cage.
“I’m right here.” She places her palms against my cheeks and looks at me deadpan.
“What I meant was, I need you to fuck me until I forget my own name and only remember yours.”
My cock twitches and I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
“Please tell me you have condoms?”
“Fuck.” The realization washes over me like a bucket of ice water. “No.” I shake my head. “I wasn’t exactly thinking this is where the evening would bring us.” I palm her breast again. “No complaints, though.”
“Did you get tested recently?” I take a moment to think, massaging her tit absentmindedly, making her squirm. “This summer.”
“Have you been with anyone since?”
“No.” I quickly shake my head. It has been so long since I’ve last been with anyone, I might as well call myself a virgin again. “You?”
“I had my last checkup right before we moved here.” She bites her lip, eyes evading mine. “And I’m on the pill. But I really don’t want to get pregnant, and I trust you, but—”
“Hey,” I interrupt her, waiting until her eyes dare to meet mine again. “It’s okay. There are plenty of other things we can do.”
“But—”
“No ‘but.’” I shake my head and reach for her panties. “You’re worth every second of waiting. That’s the end of the discussion. Now, how about you shut up and let me make you come?” She looks adorable when she blushes. “We’ll revisit the ‘fuck you until you forget your name’ conversation next time, alright?”
“Okay, okay. If you insist.” She giggles and lifts her butt. I pull them down her legs and throw them off the bed. She takes my face between her hands and pulls me up until we’re face to face. “Thank you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare thank me. Not for that.” I capture her lips with a kiss.
As my fingers draw random patterns up her thighs, she squirms underneath me. I break the kiss to trace a path on her skin with my lips and tongue, exploring her slowly, savoring every inch down her body. Her hands land in my hair, tugging on it, soft gasps falling from her lips.
My fingers dig into her thighs, slowly massaging their way up, until I reach her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groan, running my finger through her wet folds. My cock throbs, achingly straining against the inside of my jeans. I press a kiss on the inside of her thigh as I find her entrance. “Is that how badly you want my cock?”
“It’s how badly I wantyou,” she corrects, her fingers tensing in my hair.
Carefully, I push my finger inside her, watching as her back arches off my mattress.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she groans, and lets go of my hair to fist the sheets instead.
I lean in and let my tongue find her clit, circling it softly as I push my finger inside her. I moan when her taste hits my tongue, sweet and… soher. I might just get addicted to it.
Slowly, I drive her crazy until she’s a squirmy mess kicking the sheets.
“Fuck, Caleb,” she groans. But I keep my languid pace, my cock aching more with every swirl of my tongue and sigh it draws from her lips.
I slide a second finger inside her pussy, earning a loud moan.
“Oh, yes! Right there!” Her upper body lifts off the mattress, then falls right back on it, hands running over my back, her fingers digging into my shoulder. She squirms as I push my fingers inside her, forcing them slightly apart, while trying to watch her come undone.
“Faster, Caleb,” she whines and I glance up at her from between her legs.
