"I can't promise it will be easy, but I'm going to try very hard to make it work."I threw myself at him, kissing him hard despite my tears and snot. He held me tight and whispered my name. "Why does Mom have to be home today," I growled in frustration."Uh, Kate?" he murmured as he pulled back to look at me."What?" I asked and when he nodded out the car's windshield, I looked around and saw where we were. "This isn't the movie theater.""No.""Don't you think you're being a little presumptuous?""Nope, just hopeful," he said, giving me a sheepish grin.I pouted. "So, after all that reading, we don't actually get to see the movie?""I have it on my tablet. If you really want to see it, we can watch it in bed."I kissed him again, but softly this time. "I like the way you hope."John let me climb back into the passenger's seat and then drove us around to the hotel's front entrance. The valet opened the car door with a flourish. "Merry Christmas, do you have reservations?"John came ar
"These taste pretty good." he whispered into my ear, pulling my ear lobe between his lips. "They're a little dry though. Do you have something a little more..." he paused when I took his hand and slipped it down into my sweats. "Oh, there's something I'd like to try."The moment his fingertips brushed over me, I pushed against him and his shaft was hard against my ass. "I need you to take me to bed right now."Bending down, he picked me up and carried me swiftly through the door to the bedroom. When he put me down on the bed, he quickly pulled off his shirt and pants. I sat up and took off my sweatshirt and unhooked my bra. His eyes were fixed on me, moving from one part of my body to another and the lust on his handsome face revved my engine.He said, "Oh, look, you match all the way down," he said, his eyes taking in every inch of me."I was hopeful, too."He slid into bed next to me, kissing my lips, his hands cupping my breasts. When he bent to take my nipples between his lips, I
"That was a little chilly, but I still liked it," he said."Let's see if I can warm you up then." Putting one leg over, I sat astride his stomach and slid back until I felt him under me. Then using my hands, I positioned his head underneath me, but after scooting around a bit, I said, "I know it's down there."He ran his hands along my thighs and said, "You can just keep doing that. It feels great to me."I was determined. Leaning forward, I slowly pushed backwards, lifting his shaft as I went. "Oh, that feels interesting.""I hope it feels better than interesting," he said with a strained look of pleasure on his face that made me giggle."I've never had anything bigger than my fingers in there. You feel so much bigger, but it's softer in a way. Are you ready?" I asked as I looked in his eyes. My heart pounded like mad. We were really going to do it."The real question is, are you?" he asked, eying me with longing and lust, and yet tempered with something sad."Have you ever been some
I chuckled as John came out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel. It was surreal to be listening to Jules in the middle of what was going on. I put my finger in front of my lips so he would know not to say anything and mouthed, Jules.He nodded as she continued. "So I go back to the room with him, and there's this petite woman with long hair, just like yours. She's wearing a leather teddy and holding a dildo. I nearly made a U-turn, but she had a nice smile that reminded me of you, so I waited to see what'd happen.""Really?" I asked, as I watched John pull out the massage oils I'd given him. "Tell me more," I said as I moved to the center of the bed to straighten out and relax on my stomach."He took off his clothes and climbed up on the bed with his ass in the air. This chick and I are giggling like old friends as she lubes up the dildo and slides it against his ass.""What then?" I asked as John sat across my thighs, his shaft resting between my cheeks and the smell of cinna
I was on fire for him again, like I'd been the night on the couch. "Please, just slowly at first. I'm a little sore."He'd been right about the angle. Even when he slowly pushed inside me, it was a completely different feeling than with me on top. He kept the rhythm slow, giving me time to get used to it before he started moving faster and smoother as I responded.It was the steady pace that made it work this time. I began to push back against him with each thrust and the consistent rhythm let me focus on the sensations. The liquid sounds added to the experience, but it was the scent of us, the hot, musky, sex smell that really put me to the edge.The feeling of fullness was intense and I added to it by squeezing my inner muscles around him as we moved. My own desire grew and the movements became a dance. Reaching back, I cupped his balls, kneading them gently as my own release built for the first time with him inside me.His breathing became more ragged, but I was too close to wait.
The days after Christmas were marked by quiet passion. When Mom was at work during the day, we spent our time discovering new ways to give each other pleasure. And when Mom was home in the mornings and evenings, we were so satisfied and comfortable with each other that she never suspected our secret. After Mom went to bed, John would slip under the sheets and hold me while we slept.The morning after Christmas, I told John about the situation with Holly. He was concerned that our secret hadn't lasted more than few days, but I was able to reassure him she wouldn't tell anyone else unless we said she could.I planned on calling Jules the day after Christmas to tell her about my change in status, but when my thumb hovered over her contact, I couldn't make myself press it. When I imagined telling her about John, everything about it felt wrong. And I didn't understand my own feelings about it enough to share them with John.Jules certainly had no problem sharing every detail of her encount
"I really am. I haven't seen Jenna in a long time and we're both looking forward to catching up. I think the last time we had a visit was when she'd given Steph a graduation party.""Has it been that long?" I asked, tucking my hair behind my ear and flipping the meatloaf. "I could've sworn you mentioned something more recently.""I've run into her a few times, but we travel in different circles. I've always liked her, though.""She always asks about you and not in the generic, polite way. The last time I saw her, she wanted me to help fix you up with someone," I said, glancing at her with an amused grin."Don't you go there, Kate, I'll find someone when I'm good and ready," she said with her finger pointed at me, but I noticed her blush."Is there anything you want to tell me?""No, there's nothing to tell," she said, but wouldn't look me in the eyes."I'll ask around at the party, maybe someone's looking for a date for New Year's Eve."She compressed her lips and shook her head, but
When I turned, I touched his cheek and smiled. "Thank you. Don't worry about tonight. Just let go and have fun with her, and whatever happens, I'll be fine. You can give me all the details when we get home.""If you say so," he said, still not sounding convinced. After he shut the front door and locked it behind us, he asked, "You want the front seat?""No, you've got longer legs and Mom's car doesn't have much room in the back."I climbed in behind Mom and John went around to the passenger's seat. After turning on the heater to full blast, Mom rubbed her arms. "I miss summer.""Maybe we could go see the beach near Norfolk during spring break," I suggested."Oh, that would be so much fun."John got in and shut the door. "What would be?""Kate just suggested that we go to the beach near Norfolk during spring break."He grinned and winked at me. "That sounds wonderful. I forget what being warm feels like.""I'll mention it to Susan. Maybe we can all save up and get a beach house togethe