“I don't want to hurt you, Maple,” I tell her as she takes her hand and runs it up and down my smooth and velvet shaft.
“I don't want you to hurt me either,” she says with a small laugh. Then she licks her lips. “But I want you in me. It's all I want. We’ve waited long enough. Haven't we?”
Of course, we have… so damn long. The oldest virgins in Snowy Valley. But what does that matter? What matters is that we waited for one another. That we are each other's one and only.
“I’m going to fill you up and it's going to feel so good. I know it is,” I tell her.
She nods, telling me to start already, to stop talking and give her what she wants. I laugh. “I didn't realize you'd be so demanding.”
She lifts an eyebrow as I move my cock to her cunt, as I begin to ease myself inside of her.
“I thought we already established there's a lot about one another we don't know,” she says with a smile and then she closes her eyes, her hands gripping the bedsheets. “Oh, Filson,” she whispers. “Oh, you're so big.”
“Hell, yeah, I am. I’m big and so goddamn hard for you, baby,” I tell her. Her chest heaves, her pretty little tits swaying as she does. God, I want to come all over them, but first I want to come inside her. I know she wants it too. I move deeper into her, inch by inch until she’s burying her face in my chest, clinging to me as if holding on for dear life.
“Oh, Filson,” she cries. “Oh, yes!”
I know she likes it and I fucking love it — the way it feels to be so deep in her tight little cunt, the one saved for me. I feel like a goddamn king of the mountain and right now I am. No one can take that away from me.
I began to move inside of her, thrusting my thickness into her sweet channel and she loves the way it feels. I know because the smile on her face grows wider. Her eyes shimmer with delight, her breathing is shallow matching mine.
“God, you feel so good,” I tell her, the words honest and clear. She nods, wanting more and I roll her over, squeezing her ass as she sits down on me.
“Oh, my God,” she moans. “That's so much more.”
I may be a virgin, but I've imagined this moment for all my life, since my very first wet dream. I've been picturing this right here, right now, having Maple St. Claire ride me like a goddamn cowgirl. Her tits bounce and whatever pain she felt fades as her come drips from her cunt over my cock.
“I’m coming,” she tells me. “I’m coming so hard.” She presses her hands to my chest, and I pull her close, my hand on the base of her neck and I kiss her. I breathe through her orgasm, taking it as my own. My cock fills her up and I thrust deeper and deeper, wanting to come together.
We do.
It doesn't take long; both of us so damn horny and so damn ready for this. All of it. She rolls off of me to the side, her fingers reaching for my tight balls, the come on the tip of my cock. Come dripping from her cunt.
“You're so goddamn gorgeous,” I tell her, brushing strands of hair from her face. “Thank you,” I tell her. “You have no idea what that means to me.”
She smiles, shaking her head. “Filson, you are seriously so slow sometimes.”
“How so?” I ask with a laugh.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you. I've wanted you longer than you've wanted me.”
I laugh, running my hand over her body, teasing her nipples with my fingers. “That's not true. I've been in love with you since I was six years old.”
The moment I say it, I realize maybe I've spoken too soon. Said way too much for the first fuck.
Her eyes widen. “Love?” she asks.
I pull back, realizing my mistake. You don't tell a woman you love her the first time you end up in her bed. It's all too much. Too sudden, too soon.
I'm scared to be rejected, so I pull away before she can push.
“Ahh, never mind,” I retract. “I didn't mean that. I meant I've always had a thing for you, Maple.”
She nods slowly. “A thing for me?”
“Yeah,” I say, wondering when the tension is going to fade, but she rises from the bed before I can say any more and reaches for her clothes.
“I’m going to take a shower. I don't know if maybe you wanted to start on the lights or not. No worries if not,” she says briskly. “You can do that another time or not at all. Honestly, I'm sorry. I just…” And before she even finishes her sentence, she rushes to the bathroom, closing the door down the hall.
I get up feeling like a goddamn fool. Looks like I fucked it all up just when I got the girl.
Maple
Rushing out of my bedroom and leaving Filson there alone was perhaps a bit dramatic, but this entire day has been dramatic.
I turn on the shower and step into the hot water, letting it wash over me. When he said love, my heart lurched. Leaped. It's the one word I've always wanted to hear from him specifically, but then he retracted it immediately and acted like he didn't mean it at all. At that instant, my heart wrapped around itself. Tightly. He changed his words so fast because he apparently didn’t mean them.
I run a bar of soap over my body, hating the way I feel right now. So utterly alone. It brings me back to all those years ago when I was just a little girl, an orphan, left alone in the world. After my parents died in a car crash, I was sent to Granny's house here on Jingle Bell Lane. It’s a place I had never imagined living in but have always loved. Still, I loved it because I came here with Mom and Dad, not because I came here alone.
My parents loved me fiercely, but then they were gone in the blink of an eye and now Granny's gone too, and I'm feeling more like an orphan than I ever have before. I'm a grown woman and I shouldn't feel like this, but I do. So, when Filson looked at me today and made me feel wanted and seen, I dove right in.
I can't believe his feelings for me aren’t the same as the feelings I have for him. Is it always going to be like this? Me loving blindly, waiting for someone to return the feelings… waiting for him to return the feelings? I've waited long enough.
I wash my hair and stand in the shower until the water turns cold. When I step out of it, I wrap a plush towel around my body. Part of me hopes that Filson is still in my bedroom waiting to say something. Anything, but he's not there.
The bed has been made. His shoes are gone. The house is quiet and empty.
Tying on my bathrobe, I slide my feet into my slippers and go downstairs to the kitchen, preheating the oven for my forgotten gingerbread.
I hear a noise on the roof, and I peek my head outside the curtains. Filson has a ladder propped against the house and he’s putting up Christmas lights. It should make me smile. Christmas was always Granny's favorite time of year and in turn, it became mine, but right now I can't smile,
Yes, Filson is doing something nice for me, but I don't want nice right now. I want to love and be loved but it doesn't seem like he's in a place to offer it.
Needing a distraction, I call Annabelle and invite her over. “I don’t know, babe. I have so much Christmas shopping to do,” she says.
“Where are you shopping?”
She snorts. “A glorious place called Amazon dot com.”