Page 103 of Forced Proximity
But that was okay.
I’d get my time with her later.
In the meantime, “How’s Chinese sound? They deliver.”
After getting everyone’s replies, I walked into the living room to order.
When I did, I noticed the hearth, and my whole entire being went still.
There, on the hearth, were three stockings.
One for me.
One for Dru.
And one for Tavi.
“A Christmas tree in the bedroom, too?” I teased as I picked her up and dropped her on the bed.
She giggled as she came to a stop then started to pull her jeans off.
I watched as she stripped, taking it all in before saying, “What are you doing to me, Silla?”
“Whatever I want.” She lifted up, coming to her knees on the bed. “Take your pants off.”
I took my pants off, then my shirt, followed by my underwear.
I left them all at the end of the bed, then crawled up the length of it until I got to where she was kneeling.
“Now what?”
She placed her palm flat against my chest, right over my heart, and said, “Now you let me love you.”
I let her.
Oh, fuckin’ hell, did I let her.
She pushed me backward on the bed, and I fell to my back before widening my thighs, knowing where this was going.
She crawled between them, her hands smoothing up the length of my shins to my thighs, before she squeezed.
“You know,” she said as she wrapped her hand around my stiffening cock. “I really, really missed you.”
“Missed me? Or missed my cock?” I teased.
She sobered for a minute, dropping my cock, and crawling up the length of my body.
She sat with her pussy on my belly, and leaned forward so that her mouth was hovering over mine, looked straight into my eyes, and said, “I missed you. I missed your laugh. I missed seeing your handsome face. I missed listening to you talk. I missed talking to you about whatever is on my mind. I missed your hugs. I missed your touch. I missed everything. Not just a certain part of you.”
I cupped her face, my fingers dancing in the hair at her ears, and said, “Do you love me?”
She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it before saying, “Like so, so much.”
I pulled her face down the rest of the way to mine and danced my lips over hers. “You know that I feel the same way, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, her bottom lip caressing my top one. “I also know that it’s really soon. But I’m not really known for my restraint. Maybe the crazy gene runs through me, too.”
“Well, if you’re crazy, I’m crazy.” I chuckled. “Being crazy about you seems like it’s a pretty good way to live.” I pressed another kiss to her lips, so soft and sweet. “I love you, Drusilla.”
