“Looks like it’s still you.” She replies without hesitation as she swivels her hips and throws her head back. I can’t feel much through the stiff denim but with her thin leggings she seems to be finding just what she needs. Pity, I’m not going to let her come yet.
I lower myself to my stomach, bending my knees outward so that I can fit on the couch. My head is level with her breasts, and I waste no time returning to my happy place. Her groan of disappointment changes into a moan of pleasure as I lick my way around her nipple. The cream isn’t as cold now and melts in my mouth as I suck the stiff nub into my mouth. I watch as she writhes against me seeking friction. Her knees squeeze my sides as she attempts to run her pussy against my stomach. All in vain.
Her arms are tense where she strains against the bond holding her hands. She can lower her hands, but she can’t grab onto anything. Like my hair or my shoulders. It thrills me to see her driven to the brink of desire and desperate to dive off the edge.
I continue licking and sucking on her breasts until all the cream is gone. I could continue torturing her, but I won’t. Not today.
Today I want to fuck her on my couch until she screams.
I prop myself up on one hand as I unbutton by jeans and lower my boxers until they sit below my balls. Next go her leggings. I tug them off her hips and down past her knees. But I don’t slip them off. I don’t remove my pants and I don’t untie her hands. This is my show and if she wants to accuse me of being a tease then she’s going to get what she’s asking for.
I thrust into her with one stroke, and I don’t wait for her to adjust. I start thrusting my hips immediately driving into her like a mad man. My hand is gripping the arm of the couch, not the pillowing layer that makes it comfortable to lie on but the metal frame beneath. Her crimson hair is a mess. Tangled and frizzy from sliding against the couch with my movements.
Her moans become louder when I transfer my grip from the couch to her hips. My grip keeps her locked in place as I pound into her. Without warning her muscles lock down tightly on my cock mid thrust and she screams as she comes. It’s too hot and too wet and I can’t stop myself from coming with a shout.
Reaching up blindly I find the knot I tied in the sweater and work it loose. Gabriella’s hands come free, and she wraps her arms around my back pulling me close for a cuddle. I drop her sweater on the floor where it joins my shirt.
We lay on the couch until my dick softens and slips out of her. Her sigh is the only acknowledgement in the quiet of my apartment. Her breath is warm against my collarbone and the only sounds in the room are our breathing. I wasn’t sleepy but I’m slowly lulled to a deep comfortable sleep beside the woman I love.
We wake up hours later in a twisted heap. My arm that was wrapped around Gabriella’s waist is numb and her legs are twisted in her leggings. I stumble to my feet and help her do the same after she removes the leggings. Her bra hits the floor and then I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom.
Her head rolls gently across my bare shoulder as I make my way to the king-sized bed. Its navy sheets make her hair look brighter even in the darkness. After I get her under the covers, I kick off my jeans and boxers to join her.
She gonna leave in the morning because of her plans. Plans I don’t fully believe exist but I’m not going to push her. The last thing I want is to overwhelm her. We’ve only been together for a weekend, and I can’t rush this.
Gabriella
My last-minute dash to the supermarket couldn’t be more poorly timed. I told Oliver I had plans and I don’t want that to be a complete lie. I may not have any friends in the city yet but that doesn’t mean I can’t make plans with myself. I had planned out my Christmas weeks ago and Oliver’s whirlwind arrival into my life had thrown my schedule into chaos.
Now I need a brown sugar ham and red potatoes. The two things I’ve always craved for every holiday meal. Simple. On Christmas Eve. What a mess. The crowds are out of control and it’s clear that I’m not the only forgetful Freddy in the city.
It’s almost not worth going inside. Almost.
But I paid for a rideshare and I’ll be damned if I came all this way to turn away empty handed. I’m getting myself a ham with the brown sugar glaze. So help me.
The PA system clicks on, and an employee announces the store will close in one hour. It only adds to the crowd’s frenzy.
I merge into the crowd and try not to walk on anyone’s heels. The produce section is hopping but I managed to snag some red potatoes without much trouble. Getting to the ham is a daunting obstacle. Children run past me, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor. Older men are parked with carts alongside the meat coolers. Clearly waiting on their wives to return with the prize.
In the center of the chaos are two cooling bins stocked with hams. Crowds of people surround both. Some seize the first one they see and leave, others weighing and considering before checking a different one.
“I need at least thirteen pounds Linda.”
“It’s only for three people.”
“I want enough leftovers for a week.”
Conversation swirls around me and I squeeze in between an older woman and a teen with a lip piercing.
“Excuse me.” I say as I look into the bin.
Two different color wrappings greet me. One purple, the other brown. Taking a guess that brown is for brown sugar I snag the one closest to me. Triumph overtakes me as I read the label. Brown sugar for the win!
It’s bigger than I planned to grab but I can freeze the leftovers or give them to Mrs. Williams for her cat. I could stay and look for a smaller ham but I’m eager to flee the crowd.
The checkouts are full, even the self-checkouts and I’m stuck waiting in line for over half an hour. Luckily, I didn’t call for a ride yet.
An hour later thanks to traffic and I’m finally back to my apartment building. I dart through the lobby and make a beeline for the elevator. We’ve never bumped into each other before, but it would be my luck to run into Oliver when I’m dead set on avoiding him until after the new year. It was hard to say goodbye this morning. He was wearing those low-slung plaid pajama bottoms again and his hair was sticking straight out from a dozen angles. All I wanted was to crawl back into bed with him and snuggle.
