Small hands reach towards me, pushing her tits together for me, as they delve to the belt of my jeans. The belt is tossed aside, the top button popped open, and the zip begins the glide downwards. I groan in relief as Veronica adjusts my cock - now free from constraints.
I just know there’ll be a zipper impression on my sensitive flesh.
We’re both gasping for air as we pull apart.
After ripping my shirt over my head, I flip Veronica on the bed, climbing on top of her. I push my jeans to the ground to free my hips and rid us of the final layers that are keeping us apart. Her hair fans out around her as I press my body into hers.
We kiss as if it’s the first and the last one we’ll ever have. With passion and fire.
Honestly, it might as well have been. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and Veronica said that she was spending it with her family - it was a tradition. I wanted to beg and plead that I wanted to be her family.
I want to be whatever she needs; I want to be her everything.
But I thought better of my words. Although I feel them - to my core, I know that she might not be ready to hear them just yet. So instead, we agreed that we’d go for breakfast on Christmas morning.
I hate that our plans are unclear beyond that, which is why I’m going to make the most of the time we’ve got left.
Eleven hours and counting...
“I wish we could stay here forever,” Veronica whispers into the darkness, almost as if reading my mind.
“Something to talk about after Christmas…” I want her here with me, all the damn time.
She moans as I kiss a trail down her stomach. Anticipation and hunger rip through me as I slide her panties down her legs.
“Ah ahh.”
I groan in response, pause, and tilt my head in her direction.
“I can’t wait,” Veronica begs. “Please.”
Who am I to argue?
I pull back, fist my cock in my hand and take a good long look over her. She’s completely naked and waiting impatiently for me to fuck her, good and hard, just like I know she likes.
Every time we’re in this position I think next time will be the time I go slow and take my time cherishing her. It hasn’t happened yet.
My need for her is just too strong.
Sex has never been like this before - it’s never been a primal hunger that only one person can fill. As I run the head of my throbbing dick through her swollen lips, a shiver runs the length of her body as I pass over her clit.
I position myself at her soaked entrance and thrust home. We both grunt and I fall forward onto my hands to keep from crushing her beneath me.
Between us, her chest rises and falls rapidly from the bed, her tweaked nipples grazing me with every movement.
My blood pulses in my veins, my muscles strain to hold myself up - the heat of her walls as she clenches around me… It’s almost too much for me to stand.
I’m so close to the edge that I have to move, taking long painfully slow strokes, pumping myself in and out of her wet channel. “God, baby. You get tighter every time.”
I pick up the pace and begin lazily circling her clit with my finger. Her moans grow louder, her leg starts to tremble as I pull back and hook my arms beneath her knees. I piston in and out faster, taking full advantage of the deeper angle.
It’s a hard, rough fuck that makes Veronica shout out my name as her walls spasm around me. Only when I know she’s spent, do I follow her lead. Filling her to my hilt, I shudder and release, letting go of the rope and free falling.
Collapsing to the side of her, I pull her onto her side facing me. My forehead rests against hers as I place a gentle kiss to her lips.
That was fucking amazing. I already want to go another round.
“I miss being inside of you, already.”
“We’ve got all night. Take your time, big boy.”
I growl, forcing her on her back to kiss her properly.
It’s official, she’s my kryptonite. The only thing in the world to break me and bring me to my knees. A place I’ll gladly spend eternity as long as I’m stationed between her open thighs.
“Babe, your phone’s going off.” Again.
I’m tempted to answer it myself and tell the caller to get the fuck lost, but I don’t because I care for Veronica and I won’t chance doing anything to ruin what we have going.
“Again? Who is it?” Veronica calls from the bathroom.
With her permission, I glance at the screen. When I see the name flashing, I wish I had thrown the damn thing out the window in the first place.
“It’s loverboy.”
“Who?” Veronica appears in the bathroom doorway, looking just as confused as she sounded. She’s now fully clothed, towel drying her wet hair. I curse my dad for arranging lunch today. Maybe it wasn’t too late to cancel.
“Lane.”
“Lane is loverboy?”
I stand from the bed and meet her with open arms. “Babe, when are you going to cut him loose?”
“Excuse me?” she rears back, her lips pursed and her eyebrows arched high. Obviously, not the reaction I want, but at the same time, I wonder why she’s so defensive. I can almost see her hackles rise.
“You can’t string him along, he’s in love with you. Or are you keeping him on the line in case things don’t work out with us?” The wind is knocked out of me as I realize my true fear, Veronica changing her mind and running off with someone else. Lane, of all people, would just be an extra kick in the nuts.
“Are you serious, right now? Lane is a close friend; I’m not going to drop him just because you say so.” The towel is thrown in my face as she buzzes around the room to collect her things. I watch with wide eyes and what will no doubt be a case of whiplash tomorrow.
She’s packing up, leaving me. Fuck!
How did things go south so quickly?
Nicky fucking Lane.
He was always a cocky asshole, but now he’s actually managed to slither his way between me and my sweet Veronica.
“You can’t just leave, Veronica.”
“Watch me,”
“I picked you up. At least let me drive you home.”
“I’d rather be stranded in the middle of the ocean than be anywhere near you right now.” Now adorned with her handbag, coat, and shoes, she turns to face me head-on. “Don’t follow me.”
The door slams, probably internationally, behind her. It echoes through the empty house and through my mind as I crumble.
Fuck.
It’s Christmas Eve, for fuck’s sake. My eyes unconsciously wander to the bedside drawer where I’d stashed her present. We hadn’t been together long, but I’d bought that present right after she agreed to let me take her on a date.
It had been hell having to keep it hidden. I was anxious to see her wear it.
9
Veronica
“I don’t know what to do,” I wail pathetically down the phone.
I stormed out of Hayden’s house less than a minute ago. I don’t know why. It was an impulsive decision fueled by a somewhat irrational anger. Of course, after the fact, everything tends to look clearer.
“What? Who is this?”
“Who the hell do you think it is? It’s Veronica.” Who the hell doesn’t check caller ID?