Page 28 of Festive Flings

~ Owen ~

Being with Jamie is even better than I ever envisioned or imagined. When she said she wanted to kiss me, I just wanted to kiss the face off her in front of everyone. I don’t care who sees, I want them to see.

She made it clear that I could have kissed her before now. Last night I knew she wanted to, but I waited because I wanted her to have her full faculties, and after all this time, I wanted to make it special. I have dreamt of this moment for the longest time, I just need to get it right. I want to leave absolutely no doubt in her mind that this is what I want, and for her to be fully aware of what I am offering in return.

As we check out the photos from The Flying Trunk ride, my heart misses a beat when I see for myself how great we look together. Jamie laughs as she fans through them.

“We have a lasting memento of one of our first kisses now,” she tells me as she slips them safely back into their protective cover and into her handbag. I’m overjoyed that she wants a souvenir of it.

I try to persuade her to come back to the hotel; I am straining in my trousers now. I have been fully erect and ready to blow since I picked her up from her hotel room. I had to tuck my cock into my waistband so it’s not too obvious. I want to take Jamie to bed; I want to do all the things that keep running through my mind, like touching every part of her and making her cum until she screams my name.

Jamie, unfortunately, has other ideas. “Easy, tiger, there’s plenty of time for all that. I’m sorry to be a party pooper, but I really, really want to go to the restaurant so I can see the gardens from up there and the light show, too.” I know right now that in the future I will give her whatever she wants. Whatever she asks for will be my command. I will do anything for her.

“Okay, okay. We will go to dinner, but can we skip starters at least?” I sound like a petulant child, but I sincerely don’t know how I’m going to make it through the rest of the night without touching her.

When she whispers in my ear, the sensation makes me groan. “We can skip starters, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll be your dessert back at the hotel.” Her words almost tip me over the edge. I’m seriously considering a tactical hand job in the toilets before I blow my load involuntarily. She knows what she has done to me, too, if her little grin is anything to go by.

We huddle together as we walk to the restaurant. The winter sun has long made way for the moon, making the temperature drop, but it serves to discourage the crowds, too. Families with little ones make their way back into the warmth, and the older couples also seem to be calling it a night.

I am surprised to find Restaurant Promenaden is a buffet-style eatery. I apologise to Jamie for bringing her to what would constitute a canteen back home, but she laughs and tells me she already knew it was from her research.

It isn’t the romantic meal I envisioned, but it works out better this way. We are served instantly and are able to look at the local cuisine and ask questions about it before making our choices. When we have filled our plates, we head straight to the balcony.

The balcony is almost empty, with the rest of the diners opting to eat inside in the warmth. I lead her to the corner table which is obscured with ferns and other plants as well as Christmas decorations. It's private, secluded and very pretty.

We sit next to one another, looking out at Tivoli Gardens, and I don’t know what looks better: the breathtaking view or my gorgeous date. We try the frikadeller, which are traditional Danish meatballs with a unique taste, and the 'must try’ local pickled herring, and chat away.

“I want to ask you about the date you went on… what happened?” In all honesty, I want to know what made that one different from ours. Why did that one not work out, and can I learn anything from it?

“His name was Conor. He was a nice enough man, but there was no spark there. I am going to be honest with you, Owen. I don’t want there to be any lies between us, especially if we are to become something long term.” She pauses and gulps before continuing. “I had a one-night-stand with him. I don’t regret it, but I didn’t enjoy it either. Afterwards, I felt I had done it so Carl was no longer the last and only person I had ever been with. It felt good that I was able to put some distance between Carl and I, but now I also know that one-night-stands are not for me.”

I knew something had happened; I could tell when I called her on Sunday. I am glad she is being honest with me and that we can talk openly about matters such as this. I am also glad she got her rebound out of the way and it wasn’t with me. I don’t want to be a one-night-stand or a rebound. I want so much more than that.

“A rebound is usually a good and healthy way to draw a line under a previous relationship, Jamie. There is nothing to feel bad about. I’m glad I wasn’t your rebound. I’m also feeling really happy that you’re not just after a one-night-stand either.” Her whole body seems to relax, and I find it endearing that she worries about my opinion.

“I don’t want this to be a one-night thing, Owen. I don’t want to be a one-night-stand to you,” she tells me plainly and honestly. I must be the luckiest man alive because all my dreams are coming to fruition.

“You could never be a one-night thing for me, Jamie. I have wanted you for the longest time. I meant every word I said last night. I want to be with you. I’m tired of messing about. I really like you, and if this doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work. But we’ll never know if we don’t try, eh?”

She answers by kissing me.

I have fantasised incessantly about how it would feel to kiss Jamie, and yet, this is beyond all fantasy. Her beautiful, plump, pink lips caress mine, almost feather light like a butterfly's wings across my own lips. I am overwhelmingly aroused. I thread my hand through her hair and hold her harder against me. The illicit moan from the back of her throat has me completely undone. I have never been this turned on; she is the most sensual woman I have ever spent time with.

As I run my hands down her body, I look into her fire-filled eyes. God, she is exquisite; she is perfectly in proportion; she is in the most perfect shape. She is everything. Once, I was shocked that I fell in love with her without meaning to. Now, I know I never stood a chance; she is the complete package. I lightly graze my hand between her legs and take great pleasure when she yelps, bringing the memory of her getting off in her sleep last night back to the front of my mind. I need her to chant my name again, but this time I want it to be because I made her cum; I want it to be my doing.

I am thankful for the tiny bit of privacy we have because I am never going to make it back to the hotel without touching her. While we continue to kiss, I slip my hand under her coat and stroke lightly down her sides. She doesn't protest; in fact, she moves closer and sighs when I repeat the action. This time, I hold her waist and pull her closer to me, and she moans quietly at the back of her throat as we continue to kiss. She doesn’t stop me when I pull on her waistband. We look deeply into each other's eyes as she helps me to open the fastening on her pants. I whisper to her, “Spread your legs for me, babe, just a tiny bit, please.” I’ve died and gone to heaven when she does as I ask, giving me better access to her pussy.

Jamie wants this as much as I do; her tight pussy is moist with her own arousal. I barely stroke her velvety lips and she shudders into me. Using my fingers, I spread her weeping slit open. Geez, I want to bury my head right in here and eat away until she cums all over my face.

When I finally connect with her clit, I can tell she’s ready to go off. “Do you want me to finish you here, or do you want to wait until we go home?”

She pulls away from my lips, I love the pink glow of her cheeks, her lips are swollen from my kisses and her hair is tousled. I want her like this but completely naked and open to me, lying in the centre of my bed. I want it all.

“I want both,” she says before laughing a bit and resting her head on my shoulder.

I gently rub the pad of my forefinger over her clit, causing her to moan again. I keep going in circular motions, adding a bit of pressure until she clings to me. I replace my finger with my thumb and slide my finger inside her. She is warm, wet and tight, and my finger feels like it's come home, it belongs here. “Oh, baby, you feel even better than I could have ever imagined. It's going to be amazing between us. Tonight I am going to make you cum over and over and over again.” I slide in a second finger whilst continuing the assault on her clit. This time, it stretches her wide, and as I curl my finger slightly, I feel the beginning of her tremor in my hand.

“Oh my God, Owen!” she whispers as her body begins to shake and tremble. She’s holding back, but I’ve got her. I want to see the full extent of her orgasm.

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