by Mignon Mykel
Surely there was a Christmas movie showing. I’d stomach through the corniness if it meant holding on to Emily a little bit longer outside of bed.
I rapped my knuckles on the bathroom door. “Toiletry bag is out here, FYI.” Emily mumbled something in response that I didn’t catch, and I moved toward the couch once again. Tossing my lounge pants and long-sleeved tee on the table, I plopped down on the couch, fishing out my cell from my back pocket for the first time since arriving. I double checked my emails, sending an appropriate response to one of them, and quickly shot off a text to Con, asking—again—if he and Mia needed us to bring anything when we arrived. Not waiting for a reply, I shut down my phone and tossed it on the table beside my clothes.
The fire was starting to dwindle, so while I waited I put a few more logs on. Shit she was taking a long time. And she hadn’t even opened up the door to grab the other bag. What the hell was she doing in there? Getting herself off?
I chuckled to myself and sat back on the couch, closing my eyes as I thought about Emily leaning against the wall, one leg propped up on the bathroom sink counter, and her long fingers between her folds. She’d have her other hand on a tit; girl liked her tits played with. One time with her and I knew that for certain.
I imagined Emily dipping her fingers into her pussy, gathering the moisture there and bringing it up to her tiny clit, where she’d move the wetness around and make a sweet, slick friction. The more I pictured it, the harder I got under my jeans. My cock was digging into my zipper, begging to be let free.
The last time we were together, I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting her. Definitely was rectifying that the moment she said go.
And just like that, that was where my mind went.
Me in that bathroom, on my knees between her spread legs. Her foot resting on my shoulder now rather than the bathroom counter. My mouth up against her, my tongue—
“Rory?”
I sat straight up, startled out of my daydream, and looked over to where the bathroom door was now open but Emily wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Yeah?” I croaked out. Clearing my throat, I stood and adjusted myself, knowing there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about the major bulge in my jeans. “What’s up, Em?”
“Can you come here?” Her voice was coming from the confines of the bathroom so I made my way in that direction. After crossing the few feet of space, I pushed the door open the rest of the way and damn near swallowed my tongue.
Where the fuck was the sweatshirt she brought in here? I saw a fucking sweatshirt against her chest. And her short-assed boxer shorts. Where were they?
My eyes were glued to her; I couldn’t sweep the room and find them if I tried.
I did try though—really fucking hard—to keep my eyes on hers, but I couldn’t stop myself from dropping my gaze. In front of me, in the probably the most sexy fucking get-up I had ever seen in my thirty-two years, stood Emily. She had her hips cocked to the side and a hand in the dip of her waist. A black see-through triangle did nothing to hide her nearly bare mound and her top half was covered by the same material, the flowy hem of the teddy she wore moving slightly with her deep breaths. Further up, her chest was covered with a less see-through material but there was no padding, allowing me to see just how turned on she was in this non-outfit.
Finally, my eyes finished traveling north, taking in her bottom lip between her teeth—was she unsure of my reaction? Because shit, my reaction was most definitely positive—and her eyes watching me take her in.
And then her hair. Her beautiful fucking blonde locks, were long and loose down her back, begging me to gather it in my fist.
“Fuck,” I finally breathed out.
Emily
After staring at my reflection for what seemed like hours, I still couldn’t get up the nerve to walk out of the confines of this bathroom. I was tempted to say screw it and throw on my actual pajamas, but I knew Rory wanted me. Even without the questions I spewed out at him, I knew it. I mean, his body wasn’t exactly great at hiding it.
But Rory was good at keeping his distance.
After pretty much getting the go-ahead from him, I decided that I was most definitely making my move tonight. When I packed my items earlier, I threw the black teddy set in on a complete whim, making sure to hide it in a bulky sweatshirt just in case Rory would move items to put his own stuff in the bag.
With a deep breath, I consulted my reflection before cracking the door open and calling out for him, my gaze back and locked on my reflection. I sucked in my top lip in thought, battling the urge to throw on my clothes.
“What’s up, Em?”
His voice was still far enough away for me to change my mind. I could do it. I could change my mind.
But what the hell? This wasn’t the first time I gave in to an urge where he was concerned and I’d be damned if I was backing out now.
The man wants you, Emily.
And good intentions, be damned. I was going to have to make this move.
With a nod toward my reflection, I turned my body toward the door. “Can you come here?”
I crossed my ankles then decided that made me look like I had to pee. I crossed my arms, trying to push up when minimal boobage I had, and decided that that was doing nothing for me. Finally, with a hand on my waist, I popped a hip and waited.
I bit down on my lip, nerves racking through my body.
You’re on the same page, Em. Even if he didn’t want you—No. He wants you.
I licked my bottom lip, nervous, and bit it again. Waiting. Waiting.
And then he was there.
And he was staring at me.
And staring more.
My heart pounded in my chest. Was this the right move?
I watched as his green gaze dropped and took me in, inch by slow inch, until finally his eyes locked with mine. “Fuck,” he said on an outward breath. Still, he made no move toward me.
Inwardly I groaned. What the hell happened to men taking the initiative in these things? And while I loved that Rory had made changes in his life, every now and then a girl needed a man to take control of the situation. In that regard, I kind of wish the man whore that was once Rory would show up. Just for tonight. And maybe for forever, so long as it stayed in my arms, my bed, my life.
Before Rory, I had my sexual encounters. High school puppy love, college boyfriends. Drunk sex, sober sex. Around the time I started at O’Gallaghers though, I had been so focused on school that finding time to be with a man was nonexistent.
Sure, Rory had taken control of that first kiss, that first semi-time, but it was probably the only time I had had crazy, uninhibited sex. That vixen wasn’t someone I thought I had in me, but I proved it once—I’d prove it again.
I dropped my hand from my waist and walked toward him slowly, barefoot, my eyes locked on his. With my toes next to his socked ones, I lifted my chin the slightest of inches.
“I want you,” I whispered brazenly. I stretched upward to press my lips to his stubbled chin. “Take me.”
Rory
I didn’t need a brighter green light.
I’d been waiting for this day for a long fucking time, and I was taking what was being offered.
My white hot Emily.
I reached my hand out, cupping the back of her neck, and held her where she was while I dropped my chin and took her lips. Prior to Emily, I loved fucking with chicks much shorter than me but Emily was damn near perfect for me.
No. Not damn near.
Just was.
Her tall, willowy body. Her tiny waist and sharp hips. Her barely there chest.
I wouldn’t trade any of them for a fucking second.
Her mouth parted under mine, allowing my tongue the access it probed for. With my arms wrapped around her and my hands on her ass—and they were on her ass; this get-up included a fucking thong—I kept her pressed close, no longer caring if she felt my arousal against her.
I ground my hard cock against her all while k
neading the cheeks of her ass, swallowing the little mewls she made. I needed to feel her naked against my own skin though.
I moved us backward and Emily, completely with the program, kept up in the movement, not once breaking the seal of her mouth over mine. Backward, I walked us toward the bed, occasionally stumbling over feet or haphazardly placed shoes but damn if that didn’t make the moment that much more real.
There was no true preamble. Nothing like any other woman I’d been with.
But damn, that was just Emily.
Last time, I took her kisses quickly and freely, leading us to the next step. Just like the then, she and I went from zero to sixty in two seconds flat and I’d be damned ok if that were the way things were whenever we got together.
Maybe slow down eventually but hell, thirty was the new twenty; we could keep this up for a few years yet.
When the back of my knees hit the mattress, I sat and pulled Emily down with me, twisting us until she was on her back, our mouths parting.
But of course Emily wasn’t having any of that.
Immediately she sat up and reached for the bottom of my sweatshirt, tugging it upward. With her hands working the front, I grabbed the back and lifted it over my head, grabbing enough of the material to ensure my under tee came with it. My hands went to the button of my jeans, slipping it through the hole, but before I could lower the zipper and step out of the denim, Emily pushed me back and was straddling me.
She brought her nails down my chest gently, causing my abs to suck in when she reached the bottom of my six pack, and leaned down to restart our kiss. Her hair was all around us; I could smell the sweet spice of her shampoo intermixing with her arousal.
God I needed my mouth on her pussy.
I hooked a leg around hers and forced her to her back again. I pressed one more kiss to her lips, lingering, before pressing kisses down her neck, between her tits. I rubbed my chin over the sheer fabric. When my stubble snagged, Emily grabbed my hair and lifted my head up.
“Don’t ruin your Christmas present,” she said around a mischievous smile.
“It’s a damn good Christmas present,” I said, pushing up again to press my lips to hers a moment before resuming my position. “But if it’s mine, I want it off you.”
“I’ve only had it on ten minutes,” she pouted but still, that glint was in her eyes.
“Do you want to wear it again?” I spread her knees and kneeled between them, gently moving up the lower part of the teddy to expose her stomach. Placing open mouthed kisses over her stomach, I moved them until I was at her navel, dipping my tongue into the slight divot.
“Maybe one more time,” she whispered.
Chuckling, I sat back on my folded legs. With my jeans partially unzipped, the position had my cock fighting to free itself from my pants but first…
First I was freeing her from the confines of all that lacey goodness.
I reached for her hands and pulled her up to sit. Immediately her arms went around my neck and we were kissing again, tongues fighting for dominance, lips fighting for the upper hand, or rather, the sucking of the lower lip—the best damn lip to suck on. Emily’s legs bent and she wrapped them around my thighs, pulling herself close to me. I fisted my hand in her long hair, tilting her head back so I could kiss her more comfortably. My tongue plundered in her mouth, momentarily forgetting what my current end goal was.
But then her hands were in the top of my briefs, her fingers brushing over the head of my cock, and I was quickly reminded.
I pulled my hips back from her. “Uh-uh. No.”
She had the nerve to pout. “But—”
“No, Em,” I said, pointing at her. “No. We’re doing this right this time.”
And that was the last I was talking about my embarrassing miss last time. Emily was not getting near my cock until I was ready to sink in her. God only knew how excited it got around her and her pretty mouth.
Carefully, because she had ideas of wearing it again, I removed the teddy from Emily, tossing it back over my shoulder as I took in her chest. Before I could get my fill though, her arms were back around my neck, her mouth fighting to find mine again. I gave her the kiss she searched for but then dropped my lips to her shoulder and with an arm around her back, lowered her back to the bed.
Again, I moved my kisses down over her collar bone and over her sternum but this time I stopped in line with her tiny mounds. Her nipples were pebbled, begging for my mouth to play with them. I angled my head to take one of her slight breasts into my mouth, sucking the whole of it in and pressing my tongue flat over the erect peak. I grazed my teeth back gently, keeping the scrap gentle as her nipple popped from my mouth. Below me, Emily moaned. It wouldn’t be long…
I turned my attention to the other side, this time suckling on her tit, altering pressure on her nipple. Her legs moved restlessly under me and her fingers dug into my lower back. She pressed her chest up into my face, begging for more without actually asking for it.
I shifted between her knees, allowing myself room to put my hand between her legs. The lace there was soaked. Pushing the fabric aside, I ran my finger up her wet slit, lingering at the swollen bud at top, and moved down to sink two fingers up into her. I turned my hand up, crooking my fingers inside her and pushing them in and out of her in time with my suckles up top.
“Oh, my God, Rory,” she moaned breathlessly above me. She slid a knee up and the other fell open as I continued my slow glides in and out of her, letting my fingers pull even slower over the area of the rumored G-spot.
Just before I could push my fingers back in and restart the process, I could feel her body start under me. Found it.
Now, to focus on that spot. I pressed my palm to her mound and let my fingers stay dug into her, only moving the tips of my fingers over the spot that caused her body to react. Slow, slower, quick. Slow, slower, quick.
Her pussy was so fucking wet; I couldn’t wait to slide in and out of the slick confines. But first, she was getting off. She was almost there… Just about there.
I bit down gently on her nipple and flicked my tongue over the very tip.
“Oh… Oh my…” Her hands were in my hair now, fisting tight, and her hips were moving impatiently, trying to find her release. I quickened my fingers and bit down just a little bit more until finally her body was quaking under mine.
She shouted my name and arched her back, her hips pulling away just slightly. Keeping my mouth on her tit, I looked up and took in her long, graceful, exposed neck. Fucking beautiful.
And fucking mine.
I released her nipple, licking over the hurt, but kept my fingers in her wet, pulsing heat, loving the feel of her body milking them all while she grew warmer and wetter. I pushed up the slight distance to take her mouth with mine, pressing easy kisses to her lips until she lifted her lids.
Her pupils were dilated, the icy clear blue nearly a stormy gray. When her eyes were on mine, that was when I pulled my fingers completely out, bringing them to my lips.
The part I’d been waiting a long damn time for.
Well, part of it anyhow.
I sucked the two digits in my mouth, licking off every bit of her with my tongue. After, I sealed my mouth over hers and thank God, she participated. Her mouth was open again, taking in her essence off my tongue and not at all put off by it, if her actions were any indication.
Again, her hands tried to find purchase below my waist.
With a laugh—who the fuck knew you could laugh during sex?—I pushed back to my knees yet again. “Keep your hands to yourself, Em!”
“Then hurry the frick up and undress yourself,” she told me, and damned if she didn’t growl the words. My girl was antsy.
Yeah, well, so was I.
Screw redeeming myself. I just needed to be in her, loving on her.
Rory
I pushed myself off the bed and quickly shucked my jeans and briefs to the floor, my cock out and ready to play. I gripped myself near the base of my shaf
t, giving my cock a long pull. I wanted nothing more than to sink right into her heat, right now, but first…
Condom.
Shit.
Everything in me paused. If we couldn’t do this because I wasn’t prepared…I’d fucking shit bricks. Turning on my heel, I found my wallet near our bag. Surely there was one in there. It might be expired though.
Fuck. It would totally be fucking expired. It had been two years since I got any. Hopefully though…
“In my makeup bag,” piped up from the bed. I looked over my shoulder at Emily, on her side and pushed up on an elbow as she watched me. With her bare top and those barely there bottoms, she looked like an angel.
I cocked a brow.
The outfit, packed condoms…
She was totally planning on this.
“You knew…”
Her smile was wide and she sat up, crossing her legs in front of her. Her hair fell over her chest, hiding her from me, but that was ok. I could deal.
For now.
“What? That I had to kiss you, and had to invite you to my bed, so I was going to have to obviously go the next step? Yeah, I had thoughts. Now hurry up, Rore.”
Bless my girl and her planning.
I pulled the toiletry bag close and found her makeup bag inside, unzipping one of the compartments and hoping against all hope that it was the right one. There were so many zippers on this thing.
Sure enough, nestled inside near brushes and mascara was a good handful of condoms. Woman came prepared.
I grabbed them all and walked back to the bed, ripping one open and dropping the others to the ground, sheathing myself quickly. I crawled back over her until I lay beside her on my side, a hand on her stomach and my lips to her shoulder. She turned on her side, facing me, and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered around a smile.
“Merry Christmas, indeed,” I spoke into her shoulder. I pressed another kiss there before rising above her yet again. Back between her knees I kneeled, this time with the intent of pulling off the now drenched lace from between her legs.
