by Ember Flint
My boots sink in the deep fresh snow, but it’s still soft so I don’t get stuck.
The cold wind hits my face, hurling snowflakes at me and I feel the trail of my tears freeze over my cheeks.
‘I gotta go. Can’t stay here any longer…’
Damn.
Did he mean here in the kitchen with me?
Or he is leaving for good?
Shit, he has the keys of the SUV with him.
Even now he could be—
No.
He wouldn’t leave without at least taking his laptop, the man is forever glued to that thing.
I speed through the blizzard, trembling, but it’s not from the cold, I can’t even feel the chill in the air anymore, it’s for him that I’m shaking all over, for his touch that I miss so deeply, for the things that never were, the things that could be.
Oh Please God, please…
Let me get there in time.
Please…
My heart is beating madly in my chest, but it’s not for the exertion of hauling my fluffy self back to our cabin: it’s been pounding away like this since he almost told me that… almost said those precious words to me.
I need to hear them.
I need to say them back.
When I finally burst through the door of our little chalet and catch up with Chris, he is in his bedroom, furiously throwing clothes and things into his duffel bag.
“Christopher…”
“Leave me alone, Hope,” he tells me harshly, without looking at me, and I flinch, not at the words per se, I can understand his need to utter them, but at the ache lacing them, the desperation I can hear in the grave tone of his deep voice.
I need to fix this ASAP.
I can’t stand to see him like this.
I try again. “Chris, listen to me…”
He wags his head, his hands shaking on the handle of the now overstuffed bag.
“No! No more… no more deal, no more bullshit. I want out,” he mutters angrily.
I brush the stupid tears away with the back of my hand.
God, pull it together, Hope!
I walk up to him.
He tries to sidestep me, but I hold my ground, reaching for his hand.
“Christopher, please…”
He looks away and shakes my hand off of his.
I take a deep breath.
Okay, this is it.
It’s now or never.
Speak now or forever hold my peace.
And there’s no way in hell I could hold my stupid freaking peace, not on this.
I push against his barrel of a chest and reach up to take his face in my hands.
He still doesn’t look at me, but I feel the reaction he has to my touch run up and down his large, muscular frame like a living thing.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asks, his voice pained.
I choke back a sob, my mind desperately looking for the right words.
“I have to,” I say finally. “I can’t let you go.”
“Why?”
He looks up at me sharply, his blue eyes, suspiciously bright right now, narrowing on me and it’s the pain in them that makes me say what I need to.
There’s no place for fear now, not here, not with us, not anymore, so I throw my heart over the last hurdle standing in our way and then follow it on the other side.
“Because I love you, Chris.”
He shakes his head, probably misunderstanding me.
I sigh, pressing myself even further into the hard ridges of his body as I look up into his eyes.
“Like you do, the same way, Chris. I’m in love with you. Tell me you don’t feel the same and then I’ll let you go, but until you do that, I’m not moving from this spot and I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
I hear the thump of his bag as it hits the floor.
“Hope,” he breathes out, his voice breaking.
I feel his big warm hands touch my face and cup it.
“I do. God help me, I do feel the same. I love you so much and I’m so in love with you, it hurts. Falling in love with you was the very first thing I did as a grown-up, as a man… I tried to stop, I did, but I could never take you from where you’ve always been. You’ve always belonged in my heart and I’ve always wanted you there. I just didn’t think you—”
I didn’t know. God, I’m so stupid! I didn’t know what I felt… what you really meant to me. Can you forgive me?”
At this point I’m practically bawling.
He smiles down at me, drying my tears with his thumbs. “There’s nothing to forgive…”
I stand on the balls of my feet and press my lips to his.
He kisses me hard and deep, not stopping until we’re both out of breath and panting with the need we have for each other and there’s no going back now; not anymore and thank God for that.
We fall into bed, ripping the clothes from our bodies, all the while kissing like mad, my heart beating fast against his.
When I feel the hard pressure of his erection against the wet fabric of my panties, I freeze all over, realizing I’ve yet to tell him my biggest secret.
I break the kiss and he looks down at me quizzically, lust burning bright in the darkened blue of his eyes.
I inhale and exhale, trying to find the right words.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, and I melt a little bit more at the endearment, knowing that he really means it when he calls me that. This is not us acting anymore. This is real.
I stroke up and down his naked chest, marveling at the contrast between the strength of his hard muscles and the softness of his skin, my fingers playing in the sprinkles of dark hair spread over his pecs.
“Chris, I’ve got to tell you something. You gonna think I’m a weirdo probably, but…”
He strokes my cheek. “You can tell me anything, love. I’ll never think you’re a weirdo,” he tells me surely and then shrugs, smirking down at me. “Not more than I already do, anyway.”
“Very funny…”
I laugh, shaking my head and then I punch his shoulder.
He chuckles happily and my heart squeezes in joy.
We haven’t had this in years. I think about how strange life can be; I didn’t just find the love of my life right here, right now: I also got my best friend back.
“Hope?” Chris calls my name expectantly, his nose nuzzling my neck and shoulder.
I feel his huge thickness jerk against my still-covered center.
There’s no way we can get to the fun part of this without me telling him, not with what he’s packing.
“I… Chris, I… what I’m trying to say is that… that I’ve never… you know… done anything like this before. That kiss in the car on our way here?”
He nods.
“It was my first kiss ever.”
I hear his surprised intake of breath and an even deeper blush hits my cheeks at the look of hunger that comes over his handsome face.
I feel one of his large hands come between us and cup my pussy through my panties, making me nearly jump out of my skin at the sensation. I gasp.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, practically growling.
I look away and nod.
He turns my face back to his. “That’s real good, babe… I wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t, but it means the world that you are, since I waited too.”
My eyes widen in shock for the second time today. “You mean, you are–? You… you waited? For me?” I ask, incredulous.
He smiles big and nods and I can’t help but smile back when I see he’s blushing a bit.
“Christopher…”
“There could never be another one, Hope. I did try at first, but I never could bring myself to go beyond a kiss… you’ve always been the only one for me. You’re the one thing that gets me hard since I got hard the first time, baby.”
My face goes up in flames at his words and I love it.
I love
that he’s always wanted me so fiercely.
I want him just as much.
“Chris…”
“I could never betray our love like that. I never even felt the need to. I knew nothing could ever come close to us being like this, so I never settled for less.”
I burst into tears all over again.
“Oh God, Chris! This is… this is too much! I’m so… so happy! I can’t believe this.”
He kisses me hard. “Believe it.”
I hear the rip of my panties as he throws my thighs around his waist and feel his erection press against my entrance.
A need like I’ve never known before shakes my very soul and I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t get inside of me now.
“Chris, please…”
“Please what, Hope?” he asks, tearing the bra from my body.
He strokes his hardness between my swollen wet lips, coating himself in my juices and I clench around nothingness, desperate to be filled.
I grip his shoulders hard until his focus shift from my now naked breasts and back up to my face as he looms over me with his magnificent bulk.
“Please make us one, love… make me yours. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I nod fervently.
A big shaky sigh leaves his chest. “If we do this… I’m never letting you go, baby. Be warned: this is for fucking ever.”
I smile big through my tears. “Perfect, that’s just what I want for Christmas this year and every year after this,” I whisper and then he is falling on me. His tongue delving into my mouth and robbing me of my breath and my capacity to think.
Like I said: perfect.
Chapter 8
CHRISTOPHER
I almost have the urge to pinch myself.
This looks and feels just like one of my many dreams of her, of us.
But it’s real.
It’s finally real.
I break the kiss to look into her eyes, searching and finally finding what I’ve been hoping to see there all my life.
Hope loves me. She loves me like I love her.
If there ever was a Christmas miracle in my life, this is it.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, I can’t wrap my mind around it. No fantasy could have ever prepared me for this.
All spread out in my bed, flushed pink and pretty with the fiery ambers, still blazing and coughing up little flames in the hearth, shining orange on the golden locks in her hair, all scattered over my pillow.
Her lips are full, plump and a deeper shade of red because of my kisses.
She’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, mine to keep forever, mine to protect and cherish until time stands still.
I lean down on her soft, supple curves again, my eyes devouring the delicate rosy tips of her generous breasts, the flare of her hips, the lovely little curve of her tummy, the creaminess of her thighs and the hint of pink wet paradise I’ve already felt with my cock but not really seen yet.
I once more place my mouth on hers, trying to force my body to go slowly, to savor this even if my desire for her is driving me insane and my hard dick is begging me to just thrust inside of her and make us one, just like she asked.
This is what she wants this Christmas and what I want to have every day for the rest of our lives.
My tongue reaches between her lips to tease hers and I feel her melt against me, the heat of her sweet pussy singing the ridge of my cock and turning even wetter now.
I want to lick her all over, kiss her all over and fuck every inch of her little curvy body until she has no doubts that she belongs here in my bed, here with me, that she belongs to me.
If I thought that kissing her before felt amazing, it has nothing on this exchange, soaked in the knowledge that she too wants this, wants me, that my heart was right about us from the beginning and we truly are meant for each other.
One kiss fades into the other as the blizzard rages outside the large bay window, the howl of the wind mixing with the sound of our gasps for air.
We kiss and kiss and kiss for I don’t know how long and it’s the sweetest torture. I’m utterly addicted to her taste and I don’t ever want to pull my lips from hers, but her body is calling to me, the smell of her sugary arousal filling my nostrils and taunting me with the promise of another kind of taste, her secret one, the one that’s only meant for me to discover.
I feel her undulating under me, her feet are running up and down my ankles as she opens herself to my touch and my kisses like a flower gleaming with dew.
My heart is nearly leaping out of my chest now and I can’t even comment on the condition of my cock, calling it hard would be a euphemism: I thought I knew what it meant to long for her, for this, but I’ve never ached this much in my life.
I bite her swollen lips one last time and then trail my kisses down her neck, to her milky shoulder and then lower to the fragrant valley between her plump breasts, my lips, tongue and teeth sampling every inch of her softness.
“I need you so much, so much, baby,” I murmur, my voice nothing but a rusty rattle deep in my chest.
“Me too, Chris, so, so much,” she whimpers, tightening her legs around me.
I look down, running my hands up and down her thick thighs, my eyes fixed on the little beauty between her legs on which I’m about to stake my claim.
“I’m going to bury myself so deep in this sweet cunt of yours, baby, and cum so much in it, you’ll never be able to wash me off…”
Her breath hitches with her excitement and she stares up at me wide-eyed and even more pretty.
“Yes, please: that’s what I want. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you inside of me.”
I slide my cock in her wetness, pushing my nearly purple crown against her tiny slit and I just stay there, pulsing some of my pre-cum past her entrance while she starts to immediately mold around the couple of inches I’ve got in her.
I can feel her barrier keeping me out and the physical proof that we’re really going to be each other’s first hits me hard, making my dick throb even more painfully now as I leak more of my arousal inside of her and feel her juicy cunt drip all over my length.
I stare down at her beautiful face, pushing up on my elbows.
There’s a frown of concentration marrying her forehead.
Hope’s getting ready to receive me, but as more of her cream starts to shine on her pink little pussy, I get other ideas.
No way I’m fucking her before I get a taste of her ripe cherry.
She is it for me, and this is going to be my only chance to eat fresh, virgin pussy for the rest of my life.
She must be reading my hesitation, ‘cause she looks up at me. “Chris?”
I gently push away from her and slide down her body until my face is between her legs.
Hope automatically closes them, suddenly turning shy, but I pry her soft thighs open again.
“Please let me, baby… I need to taste you…”
She reaches down to stroke my face and nods letting her legs fall open the rest of the way.
“Fuck, yeah,” I grunt, my eyes nearly crossing in pleasure with my face this close to the source of her sweet, private scent.
She lets out a little mewl and nearly jumps out of her skin, when she feels my bearded chin on her mound, and it turns into a fully-fledged moan when my lips fall on her pinkness. For a while I just breathe her in, trying to commit her smell and the silky feel of her wetness against my mouth to memory.
Her scent is so fucking deliciously perfect, it makes my balls draw up even more. It’s better than anything I could have ever imagined in a thousand years of fantasies. It makes my mouth water and run dry at the same time.
Hope tries to stay still and let me enjoy this first taste, but she’s trembling in her arousal, her need just making my own even more unbearable as my cock curves upward and against my navel in my want for her, dripp
ing more of my pre-cum all over us.
I pull away slightly and use both of my thumbs to spread her lips apart, then I delve in tongue first, licking from her little clit to the tiny pink rosebud on the opposite end of her pinkness.
I feel her body’s response right away and even more of her precious honey seeps out of her center, drenching my mouth and beard.
I start to give her slow strokes to taste her better, feeling myself instantly grow addicted to her sugary flavor.
I kiss her here just like I would the lips on her face, giving it my all, and it soon pays off.
I’ve never done this before, so I’m not exactly sure what I should be doing, but it seems like she’s enjoying it as much as I am, since she keeps moaning my name and flooding my mouth with her essence while her fingers dig into my hair, pulling me closer to her soaking cunt.
Within seconds, Hope is gripping me even harder and throwing her hips at me, asking me to never ever stop as she screams up into the ceiling, her body shaking in pleasure while she comes and nearly drags me down with her in her ecstasy.
I can’t stand not to be inside her any longer and I move up her body once again.
I kiss her hard and possessively and she wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me closer. I want her to never forget this moment. I’ve got the tip of my dick inside her once again and this time there will be no stopping me from taking everything she has to give.
I feel the warmth of her walls as they once more kiss my crown.
I wrap my hand around her throat and gently tilt her head until her eyes are on mine.
“I love you,” I tell her and as soon as she’s saying it back, I’m thrusting all the way inside her tight pussy in one go, tearing through her virginity and making us one.
I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe anymore.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… so good, you feel so good, so tight, baby…”
I had no idea it would feel like this, it’s like her cunt is strangling my cock in the best way possible, the hot pressure of her velvet grip is wringing cum out of my tip and I feel like I’m about to pass out.
I look down at her, forcing my hips to stay put and fighting the urge to start a fucking motion in and out of her while I grip her hip and her throat to keep her in place.
