It was one thing to forgive someone in theory. It was another thing to forgive them in the real world and make sure there was no lingering resentment.
“I think that sounds perfect,” she said.
He lifted her up and she crawled right on top of him. He kissed the top of her head. “Merry Christmas.” He’d planned just to cuddle with her, but his libido had other ideas. As she straddled him and laid her head on his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra. His cock hardened uncomfortably in his pants.
And he hadn’t been with any females in six months, a record for him. He’d lost interest in playing the field since he’d met her.
He put his hands on her hips, feeling her curves. He pulled her closer, rolling his hips up against her warm heat. He didn’t want to push too hard. He’d just shown up unannounced; he didn’t want her to think he’d show up just for sex. He also didn’t want to try and convince her with sex either. But he also couldn't say no, not if she wanted him.
“This wasn’t in my plan,” he said, running his hand over the smooth skin of her back.
She shivered. “But you want to?” she asked.
“More than you know,” he said. “Do you have protection?” He didn’t have any. He hadn’t carried any with him since she’d left; he hadn’t seen the point.
“I have some in the bedroom.”
He growled. He knew it wasn’t right to expect her to not have dated, but he didn’t like the idea of another male near his mate.
She put her hands on his cheeks. “Silly. They came with a welcome pack from one of my classes. I didn’t buy them.”
He relaxed. “Good. I don’t want anyone else touching you. You’re mine.” This was not how taking it slow was supposed to go. He knew that. But he cradled her head in his hand and pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her mouth and then her neck.
In one fluid motion, he tugged her sweatshirt off leaving her breasts bare. He bent his head, licking over one nipple.
She arched her back, tossing her hair. “Derek!”
He moved to the other breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. With his free hand he dipped his fingers into her shorts, where he found that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Oh, God,” he said. “You’re so wet.”
“Just for you,” she said. “I haven’t touched myself in months. But when I lived in Alaska, I did it all the time. And I was always thinking about you.”
Oh fuck. He had to bite down on his lip – hard – to stop his cock from erupting. He needed to be inside her. “Let me go get the condoms,” he said.
She hopped up. “I’ll get them.” He watched her pert breasts bounce as she walked. She returned and he pulled her to stand between his knees. He slowly pulled her shorts down, revealing her bare pussy to him.
He put the flat over his hand over her mound, just feeling the smooth skin. Then he parted her lips, feeling the slick entrance that was just waiting for him. “Straddle me again,” he said.
She flushed bright red, but did as he asked, moving to sit on his lap, legs open. He could smell her sweet honeysuckle scent, ripe for him. He pushed one finger into her wet pussy, feeling how tight she was.
“It’s going to be a snug fit,” he said, adding a second finger. “But you’ll be ready for me.”
She rocked her hips, riding his fingers, which he thrust in and out. He put his mouth back on her breasts, licking and sucking while she cried out, shouting his name.
Finally, he couldn't wait anymore. He needed to be inside her. He lifted her, positioning her right over his throbbing length. He watched his hard cock breach her sweet pussy, and she moaned as he stretched her open.
She sank down, burying his cock in her warm channel. Once she was speared on his cock, he rocked his hips up in a short, stabbing motion and she screamed. “I’m so close,” she yelled, panting, chest heaving.
He rubbed over her clit. “You can come anytime now that you’re on my cock.”
She moaned, letting her head fall forward to rest on his chest while he pumped his hips up into hers.
The friction was delicious, and soon enough, she was screaming, “Derek!” and her walls were contracting, sending a wave of pleasure straight to his brain.
“Oh, God,” he said. He wasn’t going to last another second. As her pussy pulsed around his cock, he let go, and he came, filling her.
Once they were both finished, he gently lifted her, already missing the space where their bodies had been connected. He laid her down on the couch and got a cloth to clean them both up. Then he covered her with a blanket and carried her to bed.