Page 53 of Holiday Friend Zones
“So do it already.”
“I…” Davis pauses, looking me straight in the eye.My heartbeat thrums through my veins, counting each second until he speaks again.“I don’t…don’t have anything on me.”
He doesn’t…what?
Then it hits me.Protection.
“You’re my best friend in the world, and about to be my husband.There isn’t anyone I trust more than you.’Nuf said.”
I don’t leave any more room for argument.Not that I think he will, but I’m not taking my chances.I need him too badly.
Lining myself up, I slowly sink down onto Davis.And my whole world stops.
Suddenly, I can’t breathe.Time, space, none of it exists.Only this incredible feeling of fullness.Of completeness.
“Kyraaa…” Davis groans, so deep and raspy I almost don’t recognize my own name.And still, it’s the most incredible sound I’ve ever heard.One that resonates so deep, I’m not sure that anything will ever compare.
That’s how I know he feels this too.
He moves slightly, my body stretching to accommodate him, the glorious feeling somehow continuing.I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his, wanting to strengthen our connection still.Because somehow, this still isn’t enough.
Then he moves again.
And it’s lights out.
I’m no longer in control.Hell, I don’t think either of us is.But it doesn’t matter, because we’re in this together.A mess of limbs and a chorus of grunts and groans as our bodies do all the talking for us.Saying all of the things that we’ve been too chicken to say for so many years.
And based on how fucking incredible this feels, there’s been a lot to say.
“That’s it, Baby, use my cock,” Davis says, laving my nipple again.“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?”
I nod, throwing my head back, focusing on all the things he’s making me feel.On how close I am.The telltale tingle is building in me, and all the attention to my breasts is certainly helping.I just need a little more.
“Come for me, Kyra.”
Reaching between us, Davis’s thumb finds my clit in an instant, applying the perfect amount of pressure, setting me off like a bottle rocket.Fireworks explode behind my eyes like the Fourth of July.
I scream out his name, holding on for dear life, my nails digging into his skin as my orgasm hits.Davis holds on even harder, thrusting into me faster, prolonging my climax, and setting off his own.
He cries out, sounding like the guy inBraveheart, the echo ricocheting off the walls of his living room and reverberating back through us.Crashing forward, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, sighing, as he wraps his arms around me in a bear hug, holding me as close as possible.
I don’t know how long we stay like this—still and silent—with nothing but the calm, even sounds of our mingled breaths filling the air.What I do know is that I’ve never been more relaxed, comfortable, or safe in my life.My heart is so full that I think it might explode.
“Kay?”Davis whispers.
“Hmmm?”I sit back, taking him in.
“You tired?”
“Not really.”
“Oh.”
I can’t tell if that’s disappointment in his voice or not, but there’s definitely a look on his face that tells me my answer derailed his plans.
“But we can take this to the bedroom, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
He doesn’t bother disengaging us before standing up, getting ready to head upstairs.I throw my head back laughing.I should have known better.
