Page 22 of Merrily Yours
I silence her with a kiss. And it’s the best kiss I’ve had since… Well, since the last time I kissedher. My hands tangle in her waves, and I give a slight tug, reveling in the gasp she lets out. My tongue reaches out and meets hers, and I can feel when she gives up and sinks into me.
“We’ll talk more about that later,” I concede. I don’t want to ruin my chance again.
She’s been acting confident all night, that’s Luci’s modus operandi. Fake it until you make it. But I don’t want her to fake anything with me.
I take the lead now, moving around Luci and guiding us both to my apartment, the same one I’ve lived in since Anders and I were at Hawthorne. I keep it fairly tidy but it’s definitely a bachelor pad, so when I walk in, I instruct Luci to sit on the couch, and I get a pot of coffee brewing while I clean up as much as I can.
“You don’t have to pick up for me!” Luci calls from where she’s gotten cozy on the sofa.
I shove some dirty clothes in the hamper before answering, “I’m not.”
Her muttered, “Liar,” greets me as I get two mugs out of the cabinet and pour coffee in. “Sugar?” I ask.
“Two scoops and a splash of milk, please!”
We drink our coffee and I put on a Christmas movie for some background noise. There’s not much talking, but our mugs are eventually empty and our hands start wandering—familiarizing ourselves with each other’s bodies.
We kissed all those years ago, but we never slept together. I can’t deny how much I want it now, though.
Luci grabs my cock over the top of my jeans, and I almost come in my pants.
“Fuck, Luce. I want to last.”
She giggles at that but removes her hand, moving it to safer territory.
“Bedroom or couch?” she asks.
“Bedroom,” I murmur, making no move to get up. Instead, I’ve discovered my love of Luci’s collarbones. I pull her onto my lap and kiss and suck her clavicle. I move to the base of her neck and suckhard.
“Gabe!” Luci scolds, but the way she grinds down on me tells me she doesn’t mind. “I thought we were going to the bedroom.” Her voice is light, unfocused.
Without breaking contact with her skin, I stand up and wrap her legs around my waist, carrying her to the bedroom. When we get there, I’m still not ready to break contact, so we fall on the bed together, our movements becoming frantic.
Reluctantly, I pry myself off of her and stand. She’s beautiful laid out in my bed, however, we are both entirely too clothed. I reach for her pants button and undo it, pulling the zipper down slowly.
It’s like unwrapping my first Christmas present, except it’s Luci which makes it a thousand times better. I slide her jeans off, revealing a pair of cotton underwear that say “Monday” on them.
“It’s Wednesday,” I laugh.
She looks down and sees what I’m talking about. “Oh yeah, I can never find the right pair for whatever day it is. And it’s not like people normally see them so…”
She lets the implication linger. I’m the only one getting to see her like this right now. And damn, I like that. I don’t say anything else, instead taking the underwear all the way off and admiring her perfect body.
“You’re staring,” Luci says.
“Yeah, I tend to do that with you,” I reply. “I can’t help it. Can I?” I dip my head down and kiss her inner thigh.
“I’d like that.” Luci’s reply is enthusiastic. So I get to work.
One taste is all it takes for me to know that I’ll be ruined for anyone else. She tastes amazing—so sweet, just like the rest of her. I find her clit and tease, enjoying the way she squirms to keep me right where she wants me.
“Luce, you are…” I lose my words mid-sentence.
“God, it’s so good,” she murmurs. “We shouldn’t be…”
I pull away. “Should I stop?” I don’t want her to regret this.
I don’t want her to regretme.
