He claimed to have been thinking about them becoming anusall year, since their first kiss. She’d thought it was a throwaway kiss for him. A kiss of convenience. It had been New Year’s Eve, almost midnight, and she was the handiest pair of lips nearby. Afterward, when she’d found herself thinking about him before falling asleep, she’d convinced herself that it meant nothing to her, either. It was fun. A lark. Nothing more.
What if it wasn’t?
I want you, Jeshka. Not just for now.
I’ll stay, if you want me to.
The words had burrowed into her heart and made themselves at home. She’d never be the same after this. Because what else did he mean, if not “just for now”? For…
For…what?
Always? Ever?
He couldn’t meanthat. Who said such things on a third date? She wanted to shut her eyes—against him, against the thought—but even as his tongue swirled over her clit, he held her gaze. The sincerity in his eyes sank into her with a bone-deep surety.
This man was the real deal.
Then he closed his lips over her clit and sucked, making her cry out as his mouth sent buzzing thrills of sensation through her.
After that, thinking was hard. So she stopped.
Nik’s sweet, lingering touches turned hotter, more demanding. His kisses took on an edgy, erotic note that left her breathless. And his mouth must have covered every inch of her skin. When he finally slipped on a condom and rubbed some lube over it, she was nearly mindless with need. Her breath expelled from her lungs in harsh exhalations, anticipation steaming through her veins like a runaway freight train.
“Jeshka.”
Oh god, the way he said her name like that. It would be her undoing.
“Come on,” he said, reclining on the bed beside her. “Get on me.”
Those had to be the hottest words she’d ever heard. Renewed by the prospect of finally feeling him inside her, she rose up and straddled his hips. He rubbed his cock against her slit, making her gasp. No more wasting time. No more games. This was happeningnow.
She positioned herself on his length and sank down, engulfing him with her body, impaling herself with his. Her slick, tight sheath stretched around him, and he filled her so completely, so deliciously. Pleasure shot through her, and when she finally came to a stop with her clit resting against his root, a shiver raced up her spine. His laugh was low, and she realized she’d closed her eyes again. Opening them, she couldn’t help but stroke his handsome face. His facial hair was soft, but still prickled her palm. One of these days, she’d ask how he conditioned it. For now, she had more important things to do.
Rocking back and forth, she built up friction between them until they were both groaning. Nik’s strong hands clamped on her ass to help her move. As easy as dancing, they set a rhythm between them, making their own music together. He slipped his thumb between her legs, rubbing her as they moved. Her hands went wild, touching every bit of his body she could reach. He did the same with his free hand, stroking over her breasts, hips, thighs, even up her neck to cup her cheek. He pulled her down to kiss him, and she kissed him back with a desperation she’d never felt before as the mix of emotions he stirred up in her became too much to bear. He banded his arms around her, pulling her down to his body. His hips pumped like pistons, driving upward into her.
Tension built inside her, coiling in her muscles. Her body strained, her heart pleaded, and then, finally, the orgasm burst through her. Like sunlight piercing a cloud, like sparkles behind closed eyelids, like a swiftly beating heart, it chased away the shadows and for one brief, stunning moment, she achieved perfect clarity.
She never wanted this to stop. She never wanted to let him go.
What if he meant it? What if he was really planning to stay, if she asked?
Did she even have the guts to ask such a thing?
She wanted to, oh god, she really fucking wanted to. This was too good. Everything about him was too good. And in her experience, things that seemed “too good” were, by extension, “too good to be true.”
But if anyone were true, it was Nik.
She couldn’t ask yet. Not yet, not now. It was too good, toomuch, and she was going out of her mind with want and need for him. More, yes, she did want more. She wanted everything. And the depth of the wanting scared the pants off her.
Focus on the here, the now. Focus on the moment. It wasn’t just games and fun anymore. This was serious, but still, she could focus on how good it felt, howrightit felt, and forget about the rest, forget about the future, for now. Was this part of the magic of Christmas? Enjoying the last days of the year, living in the moment, before stepping over the threshold into a new year with new resolutions, responsibilities, and consequences?
If so, then she’d embrace it. For now, right now, everything was perfect and beautiful. And she’d snatch it up with both hands.
The thoughts lasted a split second, chased by the flow of good endorphins. Beneath her, Nik slammed her hips down on himself one last time, then lifted her off him. Quick as a wink, he tore off the condom, jerked his cock in his hand a few times, and came with a groan all over his own belly.
The tension in his body, his grimace of ecstasy, and the evidence of his pleasure—it was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
His chest heaved, making his defined abdominal muscles contract with every breath. His head fell back on the pillow.
