“Please, oh God, Rylan…more. Please…” I cried, begging. My hands clenched on his shoulders before I let go and dug them into his back. One of my thighs came up around him.

I needed to be closer. I needed him in me. Though he was naked, too, he kept his cock away from where I wanted it, intent on my pleasure over his.

One of his hands glided down my side and over my hip. He pushed his fingers along my bare slit.

“So fucking wet.”

“For you. I want you.”

“You have me, baby.” One digit pushed inside to stroke over my clit then down between my labia. Then back up and around my clit again. Over and over. “You’re gonna take me like the good girl you are and hug my dick just like you were made for him—because you are. You’re mine.”

“Yes, yes. I am.”

While he continued exploring me, never ceasing his arousing touch, he kissed his way down to my center. I cried out when his mouth closed over me.

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grunted.

I didn’t have words, I just thrust up into his mouth. His free hand held me down while he licked away my cream, only making more.

“You’re so tight,” he said as two of his fingers worked into me.

I clamped around him, my body instinctively responding to his words.

“Please, Rylan. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

He rose over me, and his glans notched to my opening. I sighed happily, pushing up into him. I winced as he reached the proof this was my first time. Our eyes met and I nodded, urging him forward. Though I tried to hide it, I winced.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“I’m not. I want you. I’m fine. Please…just…more. Everything, Rylan.”

“You have my everything,” he promised. “You are my everything. The only thing that matters to me. Fuck you feel good.”

“You feel good, too. Fuck me hard,” I begged. “I need to feel your heat, to feel all of you.”

We let go of ourselves after that, losing ourselves in the rhythm of each other, of this passion that transcended time. That connected to the beginning of existence and would link to the end of all things.

I pulled his mouth down to mine as I came.

“I love you,” I gasped, the last word lost on a scream, but he knew. And I knew he loved me, too. I’d never felt such perfect peace in my heart. He’d done that.

As I closed my eyes afterward, cuddled into him, I thought maybe this might be the most perfect Christmas season ever. All because of a silly dating event.