She moans over and over as I relentlessly torture her through her orgasm. I lap up every drop of her I can into my mouth. As her breathing slows, I sit back and stare at the masterpiece laid out in front of me. Kat, with a glistening pussy and thighs, spread out on the countertop, her chest rising and falling fast. I couldn’t have imagined it better.
Weakly, she props herself up onto her elbows and just stares at me, smiling and blushing with vulnerability.
“Did you enjoy finding out what it would be like if you were mine?” I smirk.
She giggles and nods. “I think you might have to show me again. I don’t know if that was very memorable.”
This little brat.
She bites her lip, and I reach out and lightly slap her pussy, knowing damn well that her nerves are going crazy already.
She gasps and moans, “Noelle!”
Smiling, I shrug. “Anytime you want another example, love, all you have to do is ask. I would have you on this counter every morning for breakfast if it were up to me.”
She loves the dirty talk. Her darkening pupils give that away.
I also love making her speechless. She nods and smiles matter-of-factly.
“Will you help me down? I think my ass is stuck to the counter.” She laughs.
My favorite thing about us is the fact that she doesn’t feel the need to say something sexy. Instead, she asks for help off of the counter because her ass is stuck to it. I laugh and step up to her. She places her hands on my shoulders, and I help unstick her from the counter.
Instead of releasing her, I lean in for a kiss and love when she reciprocates. It isn’t rough and ragged. It’s sweet and innocent. Our lips press into each other, and we pull away a moment later. The kiss is nothing, and it’s absolutely everything.
11
Kat
December 23
HER EYES. I CAN’Tstop looking in her eyes. But then my gaze falls to her lips. And then I can’t stop thinking about what those lips felt like two nights ago.
I hadnevercome like that before. I swear to God, I levitated.
A man has only ever made me come during sex one time. Therefore, I’ve gotten very fond of what’s inside my nightstand drawer.
Honestly, I thought that the best orgasms could only come from yourself because you know exactly what feels good and can control everything. But that was before Noelle. She’s ruined me now. I’m constantly going to be chasing that high.
I kind of expected things to get weird between us after that night. But it has been quite the opposite. If anything, it seems to be easier between us. We gave in to what we’d been feeling for days, and now, we can just be together, void of the elephant that was living between us. Well, one of the elephants at least.
Yesterday, we wrote letters to Santa, which seemed a bit childish at first. But apparently, it is an Evergreen tradition. The light that glowed on each of their faces while their pen was gliding over their card was so bright that I couldn’t look away. Something that I never really did as a kid brings them so much joy. And that is a tradition I can get behind.
When I was writing my list, I kept scratching everything out, line after line. Nothing felt right, like a hole was still growing in my chest. But then I found the perfect thing to ask Santa for. I can’t admit to it, of course, or it won’t come true. But here’s a hint: it’s a blonde-haired lawyer with a talented tongue.
The day flew by. Noelle and I spent the whole day with her family, and it was perfect. We watchedElfin the living room, and I felt so warm. Not just because of the blanket and Noelle’s body heat, but also because I felt like I was a part of her family. Like it was even a little bit mine.
I fell asleep toward the end of the movie and could barely keep my eyes open when Noelle helped my sleepy self upstairs.
Seriously, I haven’t slept better at any time in my life than I do with her. When I woke up this morning, I decided to finish up my little surprise for Noelle and wrap it for Christmas.
Dabbing my brush on the paper towel, I step back and smile at the beauty in front of me. I hope she loves it. Because I can’t imagine a more beautiful painting ever existing.
Walking to the door, I can’t seem to wipe the smile off of my face. When I twist the doorknob, I’m met with a grinning Noelle, who looks like she just rolled out of bed.
Her hair is in complete disarray, and her eyes are still fogged over with sleep.
“Come back to bed,” Noelle whines.
