Page 110 of Perfect Chemistry

“Okay,” I exhaled, realizing too late it sounded like I wasn’t happy about it.

She turned to look at me nervously. “Do you not want to have Thanksgiving here?” She asked, searching my eyes.

“Honestly, love, I am happy doing anything that involves us being together. Your parents’, my parents’…. Here, Andie’s or Bradley’s. As long as your plans don’t involve ditching me on our first Thanksgiving together, I will do whatever you want,” I said.

She had a shy smile. “I want to invite our families over here for Thanksgiving. I mean your parents, mine, maybe my sisters and your brother and his family?”

I couldn’t stop the wheels from turning, trying to figure out how we were going to fit eleven adults and four kids in the dining room. Not to mention, Katie and her sister Fiona were barely civil to each other. Katie misunderstood my silence as rejection of her idea, and started getting out of bed, but I wouldn’t let her go.

“Stop. I’m thinking of how to make everyone fit. That’s eleven adults, and four kids. We’d need to borrow a table and chairs, but we could make it work if we rearrange the living room and make it the dining room for the day. Maybe put all the kids around the island,” I rambled off, trying to picture how best to accommodate everyone with the space we had.

Katie looked back at me, the relief on her face obvious. “I thought you were going to hate the idea!” She exhaled, burrowing her face into my neck.

I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “We could make this even easier and make everybody bring something. We can cook the turkey here, then everyone else brings the sides.”

Katie grabbed her phone from the night stand and began texting furiously. She invited our folks, her sisters, my brother, and even opened the invite out to Andie, Jonas, Bradley, and Amy to watch the game after dinner.

“Are you sure you want to have that many people over?” I asked, knowing how she was with crowded spaces.

“Yep,” she answered, getting out of bed and walking off as she texted. I could just see her ass peeking from under her shirt as she walked away and my dick twitched.

I smashed a pillow on my face and cussed. Planning Thanksgiving dinner should not make my dick hard. Groaning, I got out of bed and followed Katie down to the kitchen, trying my best to adjust the now obvious boner I was sporting.

I sucked in a breath when I got to the kitchen. She was bent over the island still messaging our family and friends, and her ass was on full display. Fuck.

“What time do you have to be at work, Katie?” I asked, walking up behind her.

She glanced at the time, and mumbled something about being there by nine. It was only seven.

That was more than enough time.

I quietly dropped to my knees and lifted her ass, causing her to squeal. I didn’t wait though, and immediately went to town feasting on her. My tongue licked between her folds and plunged into her as I squeezed her cheeks to keep her from squirming away.

“Kai,” she moaned in a breathy whisper, leaning forward so that I had better access.

My tongue slid forward and rolled around her clit, eliciting another moan. I had spent so much time worshiping her body, I reveled in how quickly I could make her come. It didn’t take long and she was trembling through her orgasm against my mouth. I stood up, and pulled my painfully hard cock out of my shorts and pushed into her. How does she feel this good every time?

One hand held her hips as I slowly thrust in and out of her, while the other caressed up her back pushing her shirt up to her shoulders. This woman was a goddess, and I wanted to worship at the altar that was my Kitkat every day of my life. “Did you do it on purpose?” I asked huskily.

Her responding giggle turned moan told me everything I needed to know. “You left this gorgeous ass out for me to enjoy. Is that it, Kitkat?” I asked, reaching under her chest and pulling her back against me. I thrust harder as her weight dropped down against my hips. She was so sensitive after her orgasm, her insides were still twitching, milking my cock with every thrust. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.

“So close,” she whimpered, her head rolling back against my shoulder.

I pulled out, causing her to whimper in protest. I had no plans of staying separated though, as I turned her around and shoved her back against the wall. I pulled her legs up around my waist, and thrust back into her as her arms wrapped around my neck. I kissed her like she had the air I needed. I couldn’t understand why hosting Thanksgiving would make me this fucking crazy.

“Yes, just like that,” she cried out. “You’re going to make me come. Fuck. Yes. Kai,” she rambled as her orgasm washed over her.

I pushed harder and deeper as she came, making her scream for me. It was enough to get me there, and I came. Legs trembling, body on the verge of collapsing, we hugged each other and kissed sweetly.

I slowly let her legs down as I pulled out of her. Katie was biting her bottom lip, her face was flushed with the ‘just fucked’ blood rush. I kissed her nose and hugged her to my body. I was so happy she gave us a chance.

“Kai?” she called quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Is it just Thanksgiving or do you get this excited about all of the holidays?” She asked against my chest.

There was a moment of silence before we both erupted into hysterical laughter. “All of them. You planning anything in our house will get a reaction. You. Just you being here,” I whispered against her hair, still holding her to me

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