Page 103 of Holiday Friend Zones
I trail kisses down her stomach as I reach for the button of her jeans.She lifts her hips so I can slide them off.No hesitation.No self-consciousness.She’s here, fully, and it knocks the breath out of me.
When I get her completely naked, I pause.Just look.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her thigh.She’s already warm, already wet, and the fact that it’s because of me nearly wrecks me.
Her legs part slightly, and I settle between them, mouth grazing her hip.I kiss the inside of her knee, then higher.She moans when I lick slowly up the seam of her, soft and firm all at once.Her hips lift as my tongue finds rhythm.She’s trembling.Hands in my hair, breath in gasps, eyes glassy with need.
“Please,” she whispers, voice barely a thread.“Come here.”
I kiss my way up her body, and she pulls me into another kiss that’s wetter, hungrier, more desperate now.
“Do you want this?”I ask, forehead resting against hers.
“Yes.”
“Tell me if you want to stop.”
“I won’t.”
Still, I reach into the drawer beside the bed and tear open the foil packet.Her eyes stay locked on mine the entire time I roll the condom on, like she wants to remember this, too.Wants to remember how this felt before everything changed.
I line myself up, dragging the head of my cock along her, slow and deliberate, feeling how ready she is—how much she trusts me with this.Her thighs tighten around my hips, pulling me in like she’s already decided I belong there.Like she’s not just giving me her body, but every part of her.
I press forward, inch by inch, slow enough to feel her open for me.To feel the way she takes me in—tight and warm and perfect.My breath stutters.My heart’s thudding so loud I wonder if she can hear it.
She clings to me—hands gripping my arms, eyes locked on mine, wide and dark with something more than want.Need.Knowing.Her lips part like she wants to speak, but can’t find the words.Doesn’t need to.
I sink into her, to the hilt, and still there.
Not because I have to.Because I need to.
To feel this.To let it settle.
To memorize the moment she becomes a part of me in every possible way.
Her breath shudders against my mouth.
“God,” I whisper.“You feel like home.”
She pulls me down into a kiss that answers every question I haven’t asked.
I move.Slow, deep thrusts that draw soft sounds from her lips.She wraps around me, arms and legs, like she’s trying to fuse us.
We don’t talk.Not really.Just murmured yeses and the occasional gasp of each other’s names.It’s slow.It’s all sensation.The drag of skin.The slide of sweat.The way she bites her bottom lip and arches when I hit that perfect spot.
Her nails dig into my back as her breath quickens.I feel the shift—her muscles tightening, her voice breaking apart.
“I’m—” she starts, and I thrust deeper, holding her eyes.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper.
She comes undone with a cry muffled into my shoulder, her body trembling beneath mine.I follow moments later, burying my face in her neck as I let go, her name a prayer on my lips.
We lie there in the quiet after, tangled together, heartbeats slowly syncing.
Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest.
I kiss her hair.“You okay?”
