Page 26 of Merry Kissmas

A hand flung over my chest and a pile of hair in my mouth.My eyes sprang open to feel Brynn’s soft body wrapped around me.Her leg slid up my thigh, her knee gliding along my length that was already up and ready, but she spurred him into wanting action now.

I ran my hand down her back, thankful she hadn’t snuck out on me.I kissed the top of her head as if she’d been mine for years.She purred and tightened her arm around my middle.

“Spend the day with me?”I asked, putting myself and my intentions out there.

It was an unusual act for me, and I believed that the therapy I’d been going to for the past few years was finally working because I wanted to see where this went with Brynn.Following a connection was something I struggled with, but developing one so quickly was even more out of character for me.

She picked her head up, resting her chin on my chest, and stared at me for a long time.I bent one arm along my pillow, my hand cradling my head to meet her eyes.

“Okay,” she said, and I couldn’t believe she accepted.

I flipped her to her back, and she yelped, giggling until I widened her legs with my thighs, spreading her open.I slid my body down the length of hers, pushing her thighs further to fit my shoulders, and I lost myself in her for another hour before I had enough willpower to get out of bed.

We showered, and I made her some toast before we headed out of the house.

“This feels weird,” she said, fixing the T-shirt I’d given her to wear.

“I wish you would have worn my boxers.”I swung my arm around her waist and tugged her closer to me.

“Why?”Her head rested on my shoulder, and she stared up at me, her brown eyes making my breath hitch.

“Because now I have to try not to think about how you don’t have any knickers on all day.Imagine if you had worn a dress last night.”I groaned.

She smiled up at me, and a thrill shot through my body.It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I already knew it was different.Shewas different.

“We could go back to your place.”Her finger trailed down the front of my shirt.

“We will, but let’s get you that coffee first.”

“Yes, please.”

I directed her into the small café on the corner by my flat.It was busy since it was Sunday, and we stood in line with her arms around my waist, my arm slung around her, pressing her to my body as though we were in love.And it felt really bloody good that she seemed to be as into me as I was into her.On a normal day, I would have been annoyed to spend so long in line, but with her, I could have stayed there forever.

We stepped up when it was our turn, and she rambled off her coffee order, as I did mine.I paid, then we followed the line and waited for my name to be called, still in each other’s arms.My name was called, and I reluctantly broke apart from her and grabbed our coffees, taking them both to the counter with the milk and sugar.

She added a bit of cream, but no sugar.

I added cream and some cinnamon to mine.

“You’re adding cinnamon?”she asked.

I nodded, holding it out for her.

“Can I try yours first to see if I like it?”She held out her hand, and I passed my coffee to her.

I watched her lips cover the rim of the cup, remembering them wrapped around my cock the night before.

Her eyes widened.“That’s so good.”She went to hand me back my coffee, but I shooed the cup away.

“Take it.”I picked up hers and added cinnamon to it.

We walked out of the café, and she couldn’t stop remarking about how delicious the coffee was with cinnamon.I had to admit, I liked that I was able to introduce her to something new.

I led her to a park, and we sat on a bench, people watching while we drank our coffee.

“Tell me something about you,” she asked.

We’d shared silly superficial things about one another the night before.I wanted to get to know her better, but at the same time, I loved that she didn’t know everything about my past.It tended to make people feel sorry for me, and I hated it.

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