Page 41 of Merry Mix-Up
"Okay," I sighed, and she hugged me.
"Go have fun. I gotta get back to dancing." Amber gave me a peck on the cheek and darted out the door. I was left in the bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror. The purple in my hair was so subtle, but very pretty. Maybe I didn't have to be as out of the box ofnormalif Newt was averse. I could get used to being more traditional.
With a bit more confidence, I returned to the party. We had a few more dances then sent Naomi and Jared off to their honeymoon with some bubbles and a lot of cheering, and Newt swept me away to the elevators where a few other folks were clustered and ready to retire to their rooms. I never said goodnight to Amber or the others, but with Newt's hand in the small of my back, I was too jittery to care.
The bell dinged and the doors for the second floor opened, and Newt led the way. His tux fit so well it could have been a glove, though it looked simpler than his normal business suits. And his hair was slicked back, not loose and tumbling around his face like normal. I sort of liked it.
When he held his wallet in front of the lock, it turned green and clicked and he opened the door.
"After you," he said, and butterflies took flight in my chest.
I walked into the room to find it absolutely full to the brim with roses and poinsettias. Mistletoe hung from multiple places on the ceiling and in each doorway. I grinned as I turned aroundand thought I'd get a comment out about his creating a sex lair, but Newt was already on me, hands on my waist, lips on mine, backing me toward the bed.
"Mmm, don't you want to talk?" I asked, but I wasn't disappointed when he grunted.
"No, I need you, Jade. I've felt so many things the past four days, things I hated, things I loved. And the one thing I wanted to feel more than anything was this connection again." His lips covered mine, and I let him steal kiss after kiss. My arms hung around his neck, and his hands held me close.
"So it's not weird? I mean…" I didn't know why I felt the urge to talk it through. That niggling insecurity ate at me. I needed to know that we could just pick up where we left off, but I wanted to hear him say it. He seemed eager to just prove it with action, but those words were important to me.
His fingers found the zipper pull for my dress, and I heard it more than felt the zipper open. The strapless dress parted in the back, allowing his hands to find my skin. The sensation was welcome and comforting. I kissed him hard, but his mouth moved away from mine, trailing kisses down my neck to my collar bone.
"I mean, you thought you were having sex with Amber and?—"
His teeth sunk into my pulse point before he growled and it cut me off. I sucked in a breath when his hands shoved the dress down and it dangled around my hips.
"Amber, Maverick, Jade… It never mattered to me what your name was." Newt stopped and pulled back only slightly. My hands rested on his chest as he looked me in the eyes and made me whimper. "I love you, not a name, not a persona, not some ideal of what could be or could've been. You, Jade. I love your laugh and your smile, and I love the way you love color so much, you wear it like a badge." His lips brushed over mine.
"Your heart is what draws me back. The way I watched you care for my sister was incredible, but even more so now that I know the whole truth. You are an incredible woman, and I want to know everything about you. You." Newt's hands cupped my ribs as his thumbs pressed into my nipples and swirled. I hissed at the action and let my head arch back. The sensation had blood pooling in my groin, making me drip.
"I love you, Newt…" I breathed, and his lips were on mine again.
His kisses weren't slow or gentle. They were frantic and demanding, as if he couldn't get enough of me, either. His hands moved down to my panties nestled beneath the emerald fabric, and with a swift pull, they and my dress met on the floor. Taking my cue, I got to work on his pants. We both breathed heavily, our breaths mingling in the cool air of the room. I managed to free him as he removed the green bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt. With one tug over his shoulder, his shirt and tie joined my dress and panties, and he stepped forward, causing me to topple backward onto the bed with a giggle.
Newt shoved his tux pants down and kicked off his shoes, and I reached for the strap of my black heels to remove them, but his hand caught mine. “Leave them,” he said playfully as he stroked his dick.
He crawled on top of me, and I could feel his erection pressing against my center and it made me wetter. Newt kissed my neck, and I squirmed under him, knowing the moment he entered me, I'd be a puddle of goo on the bed. My arms wrapped around his neck as he whispered against my ear, "No more secrets now. Just you and me, raw and vulnerable.” He kissed me again, sliding his tongue inside my mouth in a mimic of what I knew was to come.
It. Was. Electric. The way he moved against my tongue, the way his body covered mine, even the way his breath puffedagainst my skin made my entire body hotter than the sun. His hands cupped my breasts and gently squeezed, thumbs rubbing around my nipples before he tugged lightly.
I moaned into his mouth, and Newt took it as an invitation to slide his hard length between my folds. His tip teased me, and I arched my hips to meet his. "I need you now," I whimpered.
His thrusts were slow at first, but as our bodies got more acquainted with each other, they increased in speed. His hands moved to my hips as he used them to hold himself up, but I couldn't get enough of his skin. I trailed my nails down his back, and I felt him shudder against me. Newt groaned and altered his pace. It was like he was searching my depths with his cock, hoping to find what made me tick, and my God, did he. His shaft ground against my G-spot so roughly, he had me whimpering.
“Please… oh, God, I’m so close.” My body was on the edge, teetering, begging to be pushed over, and Newt knew what to do. His thrusts were so slow but so perfectly positioned that when his thumb pressed into my clit, I was done.
A high-pitched sound escaped my lips as my orgasm washed over me, and my toes curled into the sheets. “Newt!” I cried out as my body shook with the force of my release. Spasms and convulsions shook me so hard, I couldn't breathe or even whimper. My mouth popped open, and my stomach twitched and clenched. My pussy hugged his length tightly as wave after erotic wave of pleasure flooded my senses.
I felt him grow even hotter and thicker inside me, and I knew he was close. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his jaw clenched. His thrusts now were erratic and hard as he tried to find his own release. But I slowed him, angling my hips and pushing his body back. His eyes met mine in a knowing look. No condom meant babies we weren’t ready for.
Newt backed away, and I sat up, stroking his shaft seductively as he did so. When my lips wrapped around his girth,he grunted, and when I started sucking, he moaned. His hands tangled in my hair and he angled my head so he could watch. I sucked and squeezed and pretty soon, his eyes were squeezed shut, and he was cursing a blue streak.
He came in my mouth grunting, "Jade," and I was surprised by how much he actually came and by how I swooned hearing my name on his lips while he shot his load in my throat. I swallowed it all down. The taste of him, the salt and musk, it was addicting.
Newt slumped over me. The weight of him was comforting, and I ran my fingers through his hair. His heart hammered against his ribs, but mine seemed to be slower than normal, calmer. It was so relaxing, I almost dozed off until he cleared his throat.
"God, you're amazing, you know that?" He tucked strands of my hair around my ear and kissed my forehead.
"I'm surprised you actually think that after everything." I wasn't taking anything for granted, and I hoped I didn't annoy him with my insecurity.
