Page 16 of Holiday Situationship

He reaches for the button on my jeans, and my insides curl when his fingertips graze my tummy. A metallic zzzzip tears through the silence, distinct and echoing. Coarse denim swishes as it glides over my hips and thighs, catching at my knees, then pooling at my ankles. Sam sinks to his knees, freeing my feet of socks and jeans, leaving my exposed skin with a lingering coolness that quickly fades when his hungry gaze focuses on the cotton at the crux of my thighs.

He glides his hands up the back of my calves, pausing at my knees to widen my legs. He tucks his chin to his chest and begins dotting my inner thighs with damp kisses. My sex pulses, tickling as it becomes heavy with want.

I grasp the comforter in my fist and fill my lungs with a shaky breath. By the time Sam nudges my panties with his nose, they’re soaked with my needy lust. When he glances up at me, it’s my undoing. There’s no going back.

“Please,” I beg.

He presses his lips to the cotton covering my mound and blows. White hot heat filters between my swollen lips, and a melting sensation overcomes me. His tongue slowly traces the line of my panties on either side of my center, teasing until I’m blind with need. I tilt my hips upward, wanting more, needing his lips on my flesh as desperately as I need air.

My heart rings in my ears, the rush of blood in my veins thundering as his fingertip slides beneath the fabric. He pulls the cotton to one side and presses his lips to my eager, slickened folds. My sex pulses and thrums. When he slips his tongue between my folds and swirls the tip, I’m dizzy and drunk with euphoria. His kisses deepen, lingering and suckling until I’m bucking beneath him.

I writhe and squirm as pleasure overcomes me. Muscles contract, spasming out of control as I ride the wave that is the ultimate height of pleasure. For the first time in a long time, I feel whole, connected to Sam like I’ve always wanted—like I wished for on the stars.

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Sam

Annie comes hard and fast against my tongue, slicking my lips and face with her climax. I continue licking and kissing her until her labored moans cease. Her body relaxes, limp and sated, filling my heart with a fullness I’ve never experienced with anyone but her.

I quickly shuck the rest of my clothing and tug Annie’s soaked panties down her legs, revealing pink delicate folds, swollen and slick. I climb over her and settle between her thighs, my cock thick and hard as steel. I’ve waited forever for this sobering moment, when nothing can come between us.

Annie stares up at me with heavy lids, her breathing labored and shallow. She slides her feet along the bedding, trapping my hips between her thighs. My cock twitches and bounces at her opening, eagerly waiting for the ultimate invitation to enter. Her fingertips glide down my chest and wriggle between our bodies. I flinch when she cradles my length in her delicate hand. I clench my teeth when her thumb swirls around its head then smears the precum leaking from the one-eyed monster.

She guides me to her core, her fiery heat licking at my cock, teasing and luring me into what I know is nothing short of sheer bliss. I dip into her slowly as she guides me into her haven. I shudder as spine-tingling heat spiders throughout my body, tensing my muscles to keep myself in check.

Her hands slide to my hips, then grip my ass as she urges me forward. I sink into her, stretching her as she envelops me, and she’s the safe haven my heart’s craved for as long as I can remember. I shudder as sweat prickles along my spine. Our bodies still, and I catch the moment of vulnerability in her darkened eyes. She’s mine—forever and always. I’ll never let her go after tonight.

CHAPTER 10

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Annie

The first rays of sunshine filter through frost-covered windows with a delicate, ethereal quality. Frost crystals catch the sunlight, refracting it into tiny prisms of light that dance subtly across the room. It’s serene, almost magical, with the warm light casting a pale golden glow in the early morning hours.

I’m cocooned in warmth, Sam's arms wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. The events of the night play on a loop in my mind—a perfect mix of tenderness and passion that I’ve only ever dreamed of with Sam. For the first time in years, everything feels right, like we’ve finally found the missing piece of the puzzle that’s held our relationship hostage somewhere between friends and lovers.

A faint buzz interrupts the quiet, the sound of Sam’s phone rattling against the nightstand. He stirs beside me, his arms loosening their hold. He groans softly as he reaches for his phone, and my sex pulses with the memory of his late night groans as he buried himself inside me over and over again.

He slips out of bed quietly, as if careful not to wake me. The mattress shifts as he rises. I lie still, not wanting to break the enchanted spell of this heavenly morning after.

I peek at his naked backside as he slips into his jeans and pads into the hallway. The door closes but doesn’t latch. I slide my hand over the warm spot he’s just vacated. I close my eyes, savoring the lingering heat, letting myself bask in the memories of last night—the whispered promises, secrets, and the delicious ache that lingers between my legs.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t call you back last night...” Sam’s voice is low, muffled by the door, but there’s something in his town that makes my heart stall. “I was sort of busy.”

I strain to listen, catching snippets of the conversation. When he says her name, it floats through the air like a dagger aimed straight for my heart.

“Come on, Chastity,” he sighs heavily. “...I just needed some time to think, you know? Things are complicated right now.”

My breath hitches, and a cold sweat breaks out across my skin, replacing the carefree warmth I basked in seconds ago. Sam speaks in a hushed, almost guilty, voice. The warmth of the bed, the comfort of the night we just shared—it all slips away, replaced by a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Complicated.

The word echoes in my head, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. I bolt upright, my heart pounding so hard it pulses in my ears.

Chastity.

A woman like all the others Sam gravitates to—the women who embody everything I’m not. I’m a fool for thinking last night was different, our chance at a new start. I thought last night meant something, that it wasn’t another complication in Sam’s life like the drunken night we spent together years ago.

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