Nothing feels as right as kissing her. Letting my hands move, I blindly run my fingers up and over her thigh, placing my thumb strategically close to her center. I squeeze light at first, but she doesn’t seem to be too affected. So, I clench my fingers tighter, especially with my thumb. This time, the sexiest moan trembles into my mouth.
Continuously, I circle my thumb on her delicate skin, occasionally grazing against the edge of her panties. Our lips press against each other over and over, our breaths heavy and our hearts racing.
Her tongue teases the seam of my lips, and I happily part them, letting my tongue find the tempo of hers. We indulge in the taste of each other, never seeming to slow or tire.
Suddenly, she pulls her lips from mine, and they are on my neck, sending sparks all throughout my body. When her tongue joins in the torturous kiss, I can’t stop the whimpers from breaking free. Which only seems to encourage her. Noelle nips at my neck, and I all but tear her clothes off from the sensations coursing through me.
Her tongue runs from the base of my neck all the way up to my earlobe, which she greedily sucks between her teeth.
“Fuck,” I groan as she moves and latches on to the most sensitive spot on my neck, right where my neck and shoulder meet, and sucks hard, soothing the stinging sensation with the wetness of her tongue.
Her warm lips press into my ear as she says, “I would do this forever if it meant I could hear that sound again.”
I’m panting, at the mercy of her touch. I reach out and slip my fingers underneath the hem of her camisole. Lifting higher and higher, I ready myself to see her breasts, to feel them, to kiss them.
Bark, bark, bark.
We fly apart as Muffin barks at full volume. Our panting sounds so loud as our surroundings come back. Upstairs, a door clicks open, and footsteps grow louder by the second. We immediately look at each other, wide-eyed.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Noelle mumbles as she hops off of the counter.
I follow her, unable to contain my quiet giggles.
She glares at me playfully and whispers, “You go to the bathroom. I’ll get a glass of water. We just happened to wake up at the same time.”
My giggles are uncontrollable as I nod and rush down the hallway and into the bathroom. I feel like a teenager who is about to get caught by her parents.
Adrenaline is coursing through me as I turn into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind me. The biggest smile is stretched on my face as I slide down the door. My lips are tingling, as if remembering her kiss of their own accord.
This was even better than the last, and I don’t know how that is even possible. I wanted to come with Noelle this Christmas for a holiday I could always cherish. This is proving to be even more than I could have ever imagined. Noelle ismore.
“All right, let’s get this started!” Ben announces as he stands up from the sofa in the living room. “Your partner for this contest will be your significant other. We will all have exactly ten minutes to create our snowman. Once finished, Oliver and Emma will judge, unbiasedly choosing the winner. They will be inside while we build. Any questions?”
Today’s activity is a snowman contest. The winner gets nothing more than bragging rights, but that sounds pretty good to me.
Everyone nods their heads and rises from their seats.
Shouts of cheer and friendly competitive threats blend together as we slip into our coats, mittens, and hats.
Oliver steps in front of the door, grabbing the handle with his phone in hand. “Your ten minutes starrrts now!”
He throws the door open, and we all rush out. I follow Noelle as she finds a spot on the lawn she is happy with.
Hastily, she makes a snowball and I feel helpless, just watching.
“Do we have a plan? What can I do?”
She smiles at me as she says, “Form a ball and start rolling!”
I follow the steps she took. Once I get it to be about the size of a cantaloupe, I gently place it on the snow on the ground and roll it. The snow is wet and sticks to the ball perfectly.
I roll it and roll it until it grows to the size of a beach ball. Looking up, I find Noelle struggling to push around the ball she has formed, nearly as tall as her mid-thigh.
How the hell did she do that so fast?
“A bit bigger, Kat. I’ll work on the head,” she announces to me as she begins to form another small ball.
“How should we decorate our snowman?” I ask her as I roll my ball into the perfect size.
