Page 37 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
“That’s what I hope for us. It doesn’t need to happen right away, of course. And I know your work is every bit as important as mine is, but…I hope this isn’t freaking you out, because your cheeks are flushed, and?—”
I cut her off with a kiss, unable to speak. She kisses me back, and keeps on kissing me, and I can feel her smiling against my lips.
I pull back just enough to whisper, “I love you so much, Dru.”
“And I love you so much, Evie. My girl. Will you be my girl?”
“Of course. I think I always have been.”
She kisses me again, and we don’t stop until the pasta timer goes off.
“How rude!” she says, laughing, her dimples flashing.
We eat our dinner sitting on pillows under the Christmas tree. The lights in the loft are low, with only the twinkling white lights on the tree to illuminate, and we talk for hours against a background of quiet music, drinking some really good Cabernet from a local winery. It’s a simple evening, but one of the best of my life.
This is what life with her would be like. Like heaven every day.
Of course, we’ll face some bumps in the road, but Dru makes me feel as if I can take on anything; as ifwecan.
Eventually she takes me to bed, undresses me and lays me on my back. She covers my body with hers, holding my wrists captive in her strong hands, and as she grinds into me, pleasure builds, higher and faster because of her command. She kisses my neck, sinks her teeth in a bit, and the pain goes through me along with the pleasure, until it’s all one sensation.
Everything is a sensual blur. Her body and mine, naked skin to naked skin. When she sucks my nipple into her mouth, I come in an instant, my body rocked with sensation as I cry out.
“Dru! Ahhh!”
But she doesn’t stop. Letting my wrists go, she moves down between my thighs, no less commanding because she’s not holding me down. She dives right in, working my clit with her mouth, pressing her fingers inside of me and pumping, pumping. And there’s some sort of magic tonight, because I’m coming again in mere moments, shivering with the pleasure rocketing through my system, hot and dizzying.
“I need you,” I tell her, my breath coming out in gasping pants.
“Tell me what you need, darlin’.”
“I need to touch you.”
“Ah, baby. Yes.”
They lay down beside me and we turn to face each other. I let my hands roam over their warm skin, then my lips as I kiss their mouth, their throat, the soft curve of their breast before licking and sucking their nipple. They are so exquisitely sensitive, and soon they’re moaning and squirming. I suck harder, moving from one to the other, and I notice the right side is more sensitive, so I focus my efforts there.
I slip my hand between their thighs, and they’re so wet; it feels so lovely as I slide my fingers through the slick heat. And even before I get to their clit, they come, calling my name.
“Evie! Ah, God…”
Before they’re done quaking, I tell her, “More.”
She growls at me, but she lets me press onto her clit, then slide a finger into her wet hole so I can fuck her. I angle my hand so I can work her clit at the same time, and keep my mouth on her tits. I can feel her heating up inside, the way her pussy clenches around my fingers, and when she comes again, her body wracked with pleasure as she groans, a deep, guttural sound from deep in her throat, I feel as if it’s a gift, being able to make her come like that.
“Jesus, baby. You’re gonna ruin me.”
“Oh, I hope so,” I say with a small giggle.
Everything—every single thing—just feels good with her, and I can’t get enough.
We lay there and talk for hours, and at one point she gets up, and when she returns from the bathroom she tells me, “It’s midnight. Merry Christmas, my baby.”
“Yes, yours. Merry Christmas.”
She draws me closer and kisses my mouth, then pulls back to look at me. “I love you, Evie. So damn much. You’re my gift this year.”
“I love you, too. So much. I don’t want to go to sleep. I don’t want the night to be over. You’ve given me Christmas back. You’ve given meyou. And I don’t want it to end.”
