I tilt my head up and he kisses me hard. I grab onto the lapels of his jacket and hold him there as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, claiming my mouth like he owns it now.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for over a decade, for more than half of my life, and I’m not disappointed. I’m not underwhelmed. My legs weaken as we explore each other’s mouths. His tongue is so soft. It tastes so good.
For such a strong, rough, dominant man, he kisses so gently with just the right amount of force to let me know that he’s in charge. His hand tightens on my back, pressing me into him until my breasts are pressed flat against his chest.
I moan into his mouth when I feel his erection press against my thigh. It’s so hard and long. It’s the first time I’ve felt one and I wonder if they’re all this big. If they all feel this thick. It can’t be…
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he says when we pull away. Our hands are still running up and down each other’s bodies. My palms are feeling the hard curves of his biceps as his hand slides over my ass.
“I’ve been wanting it too,” I tell him as I step on my toes, urging him to kiss me again. He does.
It’s more forceful this time, more passionate. He devours my mouth as we stumble backward and fall on the bed.
I smile as I fall on top of him. His arms wrap around me as we kiss on the pile of coats.
He rolls on top of me and kisses my neck, making me moan as his hard cock presses into my leg. I don’t want to stop. I want to go all the way with this man.
I want him to be my first. I want him to claim my pussy like he’s claiming my mouth.
“Oh, Ethan,” I gasp as he kisses the top of my chest. I grab his hand and put it on my breast. “Touch me…”
He squeezes my breast and then slides his hand into my dress, cupping my bare breast as my pussy aches. My nipple hardens against his palm. My heart is pounding. There’s fire in my veins.
He kisses me again as he massages and kneads my breast. I have to open my eyes as he kisses me. It’s the only way I can believe that it’s Ethan Hearst’s lips on mine.
“You’re so amazing,” he whispers between kisses. “I can’t believe you’ve been in my life all this time and it took me this long to notice.”
“Let’s make up for lost time,” I say as I slide my hand through his salt and pepper hair. I’ve always wanted to do that. I’ve written fan fiction about Ethan’s hair.
He’s about to kiss me again when we hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
“No,” we both gasp at the same time.
“They’re Cubans,” Christine’s dad says. “Just don’t tell Judy or she’s going to ask how much I paid for them!” His deep booming laugh echoes up the hallway.
If he’s getting cigars, he’s heading for his home office, which means he’s going to pass the door and see his brother with his hand in his daughter’s best friend’s dress.
“Hide me!” I gasp.
Ethan starts throwing coats on me until I’m covered. Someone’s leather jacket is over my head, but I can still hear them even if I can’t see a thing.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Just making a phone call.”
“Enough work! It’s a party! Come, I have some Cuban cigars and a nice bottle of scotch I’ve been waiting to crack open.”
“I’d like to stay here and make the phone call. It’s really important.”
I smile at hearing him call me really important. It’s part of a lie and not meant to be a compliment, but that’s how I’m going to take it.
“I insist,” Christine’s dad says. “You’re coming!”
I think he gets pulled out of the room because it goes silent. I wait a few minutes and then throw the coats off me.
I’m not ready to get up yet. The warm heat of arousal is coursing through my body as I remember what his lips and hands felt like on me.
This feels like a dream…
I take a deep breath as I lie on the bed and stare at Christine’s ceiling, wondering what other miracles this Christmas has in store for me.
Chapter Five
Ethan
Being this far from my girl is painful.
She’s across the room, standing next to the Christmas tree with a cocktail in her hand. Every nerve ending in my body is rattling as I watch her. Every few seconds, she looks my way and then every time, she turns away shyly and blushes a little bit more.
I don’t understand how she got her hooks in me so fast. It’s not just that red dress, it’s her. I’m captivated by her. Totally drawn to her in every way—mind, body, and soul. I want to run over to her like a kid running to their Christmas presents in the morning, but instead, I grit my teeth and keep my feet planted on the floor.
Mandy is talking to her high school friends. I recognize some of them from back in the day when I’d go to Chrissy’s birthday or to her school events. A tall guy is there, inching his way over to her. I feel a low rumble in my throat as I watch him start talking to my girl.
I recognize him. He used to be a tall lanky kid who dated the redheaded girl, but he’s filled out now. But not enough that I can’t still shove his head through a wall if he dares to touch her. She’s mine now. All mine.
It’s like all those years of abstinence, of being alone because I couldn’t find the right girl, has culminated and come to a head. The insatiable need surging through me is unbearable. I don’t have one pure thought in my head as I look at my girl.
The thought of kissing her again, of sliding my hand back into her dress where it belongs, of tying her to my bed and sinking my hard cock into her soft wet pussy is threatening to undo me.
I’m just about to go over there and tell her how much I need her when Matt stands on the coffee table and starts clinking his glass to get everyone’s attention.
Judy turns the music off with a knowing smile on her face.
“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Matt shouts. Everyone turns to him.
Chrissy’s face drops.
He steps down and pulls out a little ring box as he walks up to her. “Christine,” he says as he drops to his knee. “You mean more to me than life itself.”
Her hands fly up to her mouth, covering it as her wide eyes stare down at him in shock.
“Will you make me the happiest man who’s ever lived and marry me?”
“Yes!” she shouts. Matt jumps up and hugs her as everyone cheers.
Mandy’s eyes meet mine over the cheering crowd and this time, she doesn’t look away.
I wonder if she’s thinking what I’m thinking… That one day that will be us.
My brother Steven comes out with a tray of champagne flutes, followed by Matt’s parents. They hand everyone a flute as they’re showered with congratulations and slaps on the back. It’s a nice festive moment and I smile when I see how happy Chrissy looks as she shows off her shiny new engagement ring to all the guests.
They go around giving hugs as Steven gives a toast, congratulating the newly engaged couple and thanking everyone for coming.
“I guess the next time we’ll all be together is at the wedding!” Everyone cheers and then downs their glass.