What a New Year's Eve

by R. E. Laurel

  He laid her on her back, half covering her with his body. His mouth took possession of hers in a long, deep kiss, loving the fact she returned his kiss with one as passionate. His hand gently touched the side of her face, moving to her jaw and then neck. His lips followed, nibbling and kissing at the wildly beating pulse on her neck as his hand slid along the side of her waist. At the tentative touch of her hand on the side of his face, he eased back to gaze into her eyes.

  “I have to tell you this. You certainly make flannel pajamas sexy.”

  She grinned, “I’m glad you like them. I have a whole section full in my closet should I need to use them,” she whispered. Her arm slid around his neck, urging him back at his task. A long sigh slipped from her mouth at the gentle kisses he placed on her neck. His hand slid along her hip and then thigh before moving between her legs.

  “What are they like?” He murmured against her neck.

  “I, ah, I have pale blue with snowmen on a pair,” she whispered, his kisses affecting her train of thoughts.

  “I love snowmen.”

  “Oh, and um, bright red with black Scottie dogs,” she added, moving her head to the side to permit him easier access. She squirmed beneath his caresses, her body aching for more as she felt new emotions come to life. She swore every nerve ending sent blood towards where ever he touched her.

  “Mm.”

  “Oh shit,” she cried at the sensations of pleasure sweeping over her, feeling his hand moving lower. “And, and dark green with reindeer.”

  “Sounds cute,” he whispered through a kiss on her lips.

  Gently he rubbed the area, gaining a delicious reaction of her hips smoothly moving with his hand. Easily, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pajamas to lightly touch the flesh between her legs, feeling the heated wetness. Her gasp in his ear tickled but her fingernails in his shoulder stung a little. He removed his hand to position himself over her body, sliding downwards as his mouth trailed kisses between her breasts, the flannel feeling as soft as he knew her skin would be.

  He moved lower over her slender figure, his hand flipping open her top to reveal to his eyes her flat stomach. When his lips pressed against her skin, he felt the tremble beneath. With a devilish grin, he placed his tongue out, tasting as he licked a path to her navel and just below, receiving more fingernails in his shoulder.

  “Vic?”

  “What?” He looked up at her face, not believing how dark her already dark eyes were as she reclined on her elbows. Dark eyes filled with passion.

  “Do you want my bottoms off?”

  “For some reason, I don’t believe you’re as innocent as you let on.” He commented through a grin at her blunt question.

  “I’ve never done this. Cross my heart,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

  “I believe you,” he insisted, giving her a reassuring smile. He returned to the foreplay receiving a long moan as she dropped her head back. Nuzzling through the material of her pajamas, her groan made him stop before the destiny between her slightly trembling legs. Nervous? Anxious?

  His lips followed, nudging her top opened further. Easily he undid the two buttons keeping the top closed between her breasts, his hands gliding to cup her breasts in each one as he moved to cover her mouth with his, kissing, easily sliding his tongue into the hotness of her mouth, their tongues dancing together.

  “Please,” she gasped, shifting her hips to guide his hands, helping to remove her pajama bottoms. “I need you.”

  He looked at her again, “Gorgeous, we haven’t begun, yet.” She lifted her head to look at him as his eyebrows did quick shifting up and down. With a naughty expression, his eyes locked onto hers as his tongue came out to begin licking where he left off.

  “Victor,” she gasped, impatiently wiggling her hips but this time felt them being tugged down her legs and off. Another gasp of surprise slipped from her lips at the feel of his mouth on her, kissing down her inner thigh and then switching to her other leg to lick upwards. “I can’t take this very much longer!” She cried, the first time feeling the heat of his flesh against her.

  His hands moved ever so self-assured over her body, lightly sliding up her stomach before he shifted to lay on his side. He braced his clenched hand beneath his cheek, his other freely roaming over her torso, learning all of the curves and crevices. His gaze followed his progress, enjoying her squirms beneath his touch. Her gasps excited him and when she’d impatiently grasp his arm, touch his hand made him smile.

  “Your skin is so soft. I’m enjoying learning your body and see the pleasure you fight to withhold.” He bent to cover her breast with a kiss, his hand once again reaching down her stomach to rub between her legs.

  Maren slid her fingers through his hair to clasp around his neck. “Would you stop teasing me? Please?” Her voice was cut off by his mouth on hers in a long, passionate kiss as he shifted to lay on her. On his elbows, he braced his torso barely off of her his knees easing her legs apart.

  “Are you sure?” He asked, his lips brushing against hers. He felt her face nod as she leaned up to kiss him back, her body squirming again beneath his as she bent her legs.

  “Make love to me,” she softly pleaded, gasping at the first intimate touch of him.

  “Relax, my gorgeous Maren,” he softly insisted moving to kiss her neck.

  Slowly he moved, penetrating her, feeling the moist heat of her body engulfing him. Her soft cry filled his ears. He stopped to gaze at her face, her beautiful face with eyes closed as she nervously waited and something deep inside of him changed. With the movement of her body beneath him he continued until he was completely inside, pausing to be sure he didn’t harm her, he lifted his torso. Bracing himself on his elbows his hands caressed the sides of her face. He looked at her, grinning at her beauty. Her eyes opened wide with the tenderness of the moment, mouth slightly parted and a look of pure wonder.

  He began to make slow incredible love to her. Quickly she learned the moves as she began moving with him, her soft moans of pleasure filling the room. With the touch of a feather, he felt her hands roam, her fingers lightly feel the smoothness of his chest before sensuously gliding beneath his arms to wrap around his shoulders. Her body, so soft and yielding beneath his sent him into a frenzy of desire, of passion, of burning hunger. He moaned, causing her to open her eyes again and gaze lovingly into his face. His mouth covered hers in a wild warm kiss as he began to move faster.

  Bodies moved, bodies strained as the feel of flesh on flesh drove them both to the extreme of the need both desired. Moves came quicker, gasps mingled filled the air as too soon they reached the height of their union.

  “No, not yet,” Maren begged, trying to slow him down but it was too late. He met the conclusion as he felt Maren’s contractions tightening around him. Her cry of pleasure melded with his groan. “Oh shit, wow,” she gasped as they returned to the present. She was amazed at the feelings soaring inside of her. “I never imagined,” she whispered, gazing into his serene face.

  Victor remained motionless once again he gazed down into her face now filled with contentment as she gave him a lazy smile. Her finger reached to trace his lips. Pursing his lips, he kissed her finger and then her nose as he withdrew from her to plop onto his back. He laid his left arm across his eyes, his right hand gently tracing her upper thigh. A long sigh slipped from him.

  Maren sat up looking at him and not believing how fantastic this thing called sex is. It was far better than she ever imagined it to be. She pulled her pajama top together but failed to button it. She drew her bare legs beneath her as she looked at him, smiling as he refused to remove his hand from her body. She boldly looked at his body, lying next to her in all of his glory. He is such a handsome man and to think she was just made love to by him. A shiver set her body to jump causing him to peer from beneath his arm.

  “Did I disappoint you?” She asked, boldly watching him.

  He chuckled, “No gorgeous.”

  “Did I hurt y
ou?” She added with a naughty grin.

  “I should be asking if I hurt you. Did I?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “God, Maren. If only you could see yourself right now,” he stated, shifting to his side, bracing himself up with his arm.

  He studied her face, savoring how she looked right at this moment. The mixture of innocence and an alluring woman with her pajama top hanging open to barely reveal the firmness of her breasts just lying beneath. Her brown hair tousled so seductively looking. Slightly parted tempting lips where her forefinger at the moment thoughtfully tapped most definitely caught his attention.

  Emotions were running high in both of them and for now, sharing time with her would be a priority. He lay down, pulling her next to him on the bed, wrapping her in his arms to hold her against him. He grinned as she snuggled closer, her face pressing against his neck.

  Maren snuggled as close as she could to practically become one with him, inhaling his intoxicating cologne and loving how he smelled. The strength in his arms but how gently he held her was such a turn on. Heaving a long sigh, she felt total relaxation encompass her body. Being with him and being held in his arms felt so natural.

  “This is a first for me, too,” Victor confessed, his hand sliding up and down her arm in a caress.

  “How so?”

  “I have never been with a virgin.”

  Maren lifted her head to look into his eyes. “Now, that’s something I find hard to believe.”

  “As you said, many want to lose their virginity at a young age and then brag it up to their girlfriends. A lot of the boys too.”

  “I am so happy that I chose to wait. Being mature made it more meaningful to me. That was important to me.”

  “Gorgeous, you are a rare find in today’s world.” He stated through a sigh.

  Maren smiled at his words and feeling herself falling deeper under his charming spell. How could this happen and so fast? She felt it in her heart and believed he may be feeling it too. Slow it down girl, just slow it down.

  “I’m getting hungry,” she declared.

  “I’m game,” he chuckled, rolling her onto her back his hand slipping beneath her top to caress her breasts. His lips nibbled at her neck, enjoying the reaction he received. Maren’s laughter changed to a sigh while he pressed kisses on her neck.

  Suddenly he stopped, lifting his head to gaze at her face. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

  Maren gave him a coy look, “Nope unless you count my parents then yes.”

  “Unreal.”

  Maren squirmed from his arms to slip from the bed. With a glance at her alarm clock, she was surprised to find it was already seven in the evening. “I’m going to get changed and fix us something to eat.”

  “Cookies and coffee sound great,” he laughed, watching as she walked away. His gaze followed her hips enjoying how they swayed with her short strides.

  “Mom gave us enough leftovers to last the entire winter. And there is still pizza.”

  She disappeared into her closet, pausing in front of the oval full-length mirror and was shocked at how rumpled she looked. It was a sultry look though with nothing on but her pajama top and a look of gratification. She reached out, touching her reflection at the heightened flush on her face and eyes sparkling. “So this is what a woman who was just made passionate love to looks like?” she muttered. Her grin broadened and chest rose and fell with a deep breath.

  “I’m going downstairs,” he called out.

  “Be right there,” she replied going to her shelves to sort through her clothes.

  CHAPTER 19

  “Are you allowed up here?” Victor eyed Mr. Whiskers sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter. A loud meow was his answer. He reached out giving the tomcat a scratch on the head. “I’m guessing no and Maren will soon be coming so you better get down. Your secret is safe with me.” He chuckled, reaching for the glass pitcher to fill with water for the coffee maker.

  “You weren’t kidding about coffee and cookies,” Maren’s light voice interrupted the conversation he was having. Mr. Whiskers jumped down as she entered the kitchen. She found Victor loading the coffee maker and then lifting lids of containers to choose his snack. “Bad Mr. Whiskers. You know better,” she scolded before turning her attention to him.

  He wore only faded denim jeans. That’s it. His upper body on delicious display to her hungry eyes. Such broad shoulders tapering to a smooth chest and damn if he didn’t have six pack abs. Her gaze followed the tattoo to his stomach. Glancing further, she grinned at his bare feet. He looked like he was plucked from the business world and placed in her life as though he was here all his life. To see him at this moment made it hard to believe that he worked in menswear, the three-piece suit type.

  “I’ve never had anything this good in a long time. Food and sexual attention. Makes a man hungry.”

  He turned, leaning his buttocks on the counter so he could watch her. He nibbled on an orange cookie. He was surprised to find her still wearing only her pajama top. Sexy cute. She approached him, stopping as she lifted her face to look into his face. “I can’t get to the dishes with you standing there. Would you mind, please?”

  “No problem,” he replied, turning to open a cupboard door and remove two dinner plates along with a couple of coffee mugs. “These are old dishes. Do you use them daily?” He eyed the off-white settings trimmed with pink roses with a few yellow scattered among them and green leaves. Gold edged the rims.

  “Of course. They were made to use. This pattern is from the Botanical line.”

  “You use them every day?” he repeated.

  “Too pretty not to.”

  “Makes sense. What’s on the menu?”

  “Leftovers. Pizza. That’s it.”

  He stepped to the refrigerator to remove more containers filled with food. “Has your mother always cooked so much food?”

  “Always has. Doesn’t your mother?”

  “I can’t remember when she ever did, cook that is.”

  “Really?”

  “We have a cook who did most of it.”

  Maren grimaced. So, his family has a private cook? That would cost a lot. She began spooning food on the plates when she felt the heat from him close behind gently pressing against her and then his hands slid around her to set on the counter top. A giggle erupted at the tickling touch of his lips on her shoulder. That giggle quickly changed into a soft moan. Her hands stopped their actions feeling the excitement begin as a flutter in her chest.

  “I can’t resist you,” Victor whispered, continuing to nibble towards her neck. He moved to the side, grasping one of the plates filled with food. “But I need to get this into the microwave.”

  “You’re bad, but in a good way.”

  His laughter met her ears as he continued with his task. Soon they were seated in the formal dining room at the long rectangular table of cherry with pedestals at each end with seven chairs with black leather padded seats and backs.

  The first time he entered her home, Victor was too enthralled with his company to notice the furniture as this time he eyed it with appreciation. “Chateau De Ville. Seems we have something in common,” he remarked, placing their plates on placemats.

  “I love the old furnishings but of course, this isn’t original. It’s a replica. I located pictures of the inside of this house back in its prime. That’s helping me to decorate it today.” Maren set their cups of coffee down. She began to sit but Victor intervened, helping her with the chair. “Thank you, sir.”

  “Welcome, my lady. You’re lucky to have found them.” He sat down, picking up a fork when he noticed she hasn’t moved. “Something wrong?”

  “It just crossed my mind what we did. I hope you don’t think me as being easy,” she explained.

  “Gorgeous, it’s how many people do anymore. They have sex and then get to know each other. Hell, many have sex on the first date.”

  “That’s what Belinda said, too. I find tha
t all Ludacris though. Call me old fashion I suppose.”

  Victor laughed. “I think it’s a cute tradition that you’re clinging to.”

  He didn’t miss her one eyebrow shooting up with his words, “Tradition? Is that what it’s called? I consider its morals.” She declared. He shrugged as she continued, “I love being old fashion. I love the old fashion ways, the manners, the protocol, etiquette between a man and a woman.”

  “Such as?”

  “Manners, being polite to one another. The examples of what you have done. Holding my chair, carrying in both plates for us, helping me on with my coat. Opening the car door. That kind of things. Flowers too,” she added looking lovingly at the bouquets at the other end of the table.

  “Ah being chivalrous.”

  “And those help men get the sex they are seeking faster.”

  Victor burst out in laughter.“There’s my blunt lady surfacing.” Sobering, he added, “In reality, I haven’t been being chivalrous just to get into your bed.”

  “I know that. I just felt...well.”

  Victor leaned nearer to her, “Felt what?”

  “It made me feel special to you. And besides, the time was right to be with a man. Speaking of which. Do you realize that you have a Magic Mike body?”

  Victor was in the middle of a bite of noodles and mashed potatoes at her comparison. He grabbed the napkin to cover his mouth. Looking at her he couldn’t miss the innocent wide eyes looking back at him.

  “You have watched Magic Mike?”

  “Both of them. I liked the dark-haired man in the second movie and his dance routine, as it were. Wow,” she added.