I lean down and growl in her ear, “You don’t get more until I say you do.”
Her breasts are large and round, nipples peaked and sensitive. I take one in each hand to massage. She writhes, and I pin her to the mattress between my thighs.
Taking the small bullet vibrator from the bedside, I turn it on. It springs to life, buzzing between my fingers. I run it over her lips and slide it into her mouth. Her body tenses. She loves this.
Without warning, I slide my rock-hard cock back home and pump hard. Her orgasm builds, the tight squeeze of her body telling me everything I need. I thrust deeper, hitting her G-spot. She’s right at the edge, so I press the buzzing bullet to her clit.
She erupts instantly, crying out, warm juices spilling over my cock and balls. Fuck, she feels perfect.
My hips push as deep as physically possible, pinning her writhing body between my thighs and the vibrator. Her pussy contracts again, my dick straining deliciously under the strain. Her body is trying to expel me, mine holding firm so she’s filled full.
I rock. My cock slides easily, soaked in her. Then I can’t wait any longer. I thrust again, harder this time, faster. Retracting and pushing deep again instantly, chasing the release I desperately want. Need.
My cock jerks, spilling deep inside her. Every drop of my seed, knowing part of me is in her, making her all mine. Marking her not only with my body, but with my mind as the woman I want to be with now, and forever. I’ve never been so damn sure.
We collapse in post-sex bliss, silent, satisfied. Too satisfied with something that’s meant to be temporary. Deep down, it was never a passing romance for me; Katie was and is my new beginning.
Our trip to Inverness last week went well?everyone clicked. Millie and Katie have been in touch, and it’s a relief she’s making another friend in Aviemore. I’ve monopolized her time since we met. She misses her friend, Amy. Hopefully, she can come to visit soon.
Dog’s words from that night come back like a sledgehammer. He liked Katie but can’t understand my attraction. I told him he doesn’t need to.
“Mate, for a rebound girl, is this not getting a bit serious?” His eyebrows lifted. “You spend every night with her that Hannah isn’t home. You know it has an expiration date. You’ll never get past the age gap.”
“Dog, give me a break. Let me enjoy myself. Age is just a number,” I said, shrugging. I want him to stop talking. I’m not ready to admit how I truly feel.
He stared me down. “When she’s seventy, you’ll be in your fifties. You’ll be pushing her around in her wheelchair. I’m not trying to be an asshole.”
“Well, you fucking are being an asshole,” I growled.
“Maybe. But I have to say this. You’re my best mate; I’ve got your back. This relationship has to end at some point. You’re too involved. You’ve never had time on your own. You got tied down young with a wife and kid. Never mind the Army. Don’t rush into anything serious. Especially with someone like her.”
I didn’t respond because every word hit home.
My silence spoke volumes.
And he knew it.
***
Christmas is a week away. Katie and I are spending the day together. Hannah will be at her mother’s, but is coming to me on Boxing Day. Dog and Millie are going to her mother’s house. I was invited but declined.
Spending it with Katie was more appealing. What we do is irrelevant—I’d happily stay in bed and eat candy all day.
The cottage heaves with decorations she splurged on at the local market. Everywhere you walk, another reindeer orsnowman sings to you. All available surfaces that can hold fairy lights have at least two sets adorning them. Christmas with Katie is going to be fun, even a little bit crazy.
She’s snoring softly beside me; I lie on my side and watch her. She’s beautiful. My heart hammers anytime I look at her. Soft eyes flutter open, her mouth widening in a slow, tired smile.
“Morning, Gorgeous.” I brush her lips with my own, and she smiles sleepily against my mouth. This I could get used to. Her being here brightens my day no end.
She giggles. “Is it Christmas Day already?”
“Not yet.” I take her hand, guide it to my stomach, then lower. “But it is time to open your Advent calendar.”
Her fingers curl around my cock, eyes snapping open, widening with heat. That look… fuck. I’m undone.
Ducking below the covers, I slide between her legs. They fall open on cue, soft, warm, already wet. My girl is well trained. I love it.
I kiss my way up the insides of her thighs, slow enough that she arches off the mattress, needy. When I finally reach her, I breathe her in, then lick every inch.