“He is…” I chuckled under my breath. “Technically, she’s his step-niece I suppose, and his brother hasn’t been married to her mother long—not that it makes it okay.”
“She’s obviously hitting on him.” Elly laughed. “I get the feeling that’s only because she wants to keep bumming cigarettes.”
“I’m not going to spoil it.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Oh, and the spiked eggnog. She doesn’t want him to cut her off.” Elly nodded as if she had already figured out the plot.
“I’m pretty sure her mom is the one that would cut her off. Uncle Nick doesn’t seem to have any problem giving an eighteen year old girl cigarettes and booze.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, well I bet Saint Nick is going to bring her a stocking full of coal on Christmas morning.” Elly nudged me. “Or switches…”
“That would be appropriate.” I chuckled under my breath.
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Elly wasn’t offended by the movie at all. She seemed to get a kick out of the crude humor, so it was a good choice for the evening. There was plenty of teasing throughout—her hand on my thigh, so dangerously close that she almost found out how much I liked having it there. I returned the favor and slid mine underneath her skirt until I could feel the heat that her excitement was creating. It wasn’t long until we were paying a lot more attention to each other than the movie. I leaned over and kissed her neck, let my lips brush against her earlobe, and slid my hand a little further—until I felt the edge of her panties against my fingertips.
“I like this a lot more than the movie.” She let out a gasp.
“Do you want to turn it off?” I exhaled sharply into her ear. “We could always finish it another time…”
“Yes...” She slid her hand up my thigh. “I can’t really focus on it anyway.”
I pulled Elly into my arms and kissed her. She moved her hand to my cock and started rubbing it through my pants. My fingers traced the edge of her panties, and then I let them brush against her pussy. She let out a loud moan and squirmed—then her hand started moving faster. It felt really good, but I tried not to let my excitement get away from me. Some of the hesitation might have been gone from Elly’s eyes, but I didn’t want to push things further than she was comfortable with. I teased her clit a few times with my finger as we continued to kiss, just to gauge her reaction, and she didn’t pull away.
Maybe she’s ready for more than a kiss—even if we don’t end up in the bedroom…
Chapter Seventeen
Elly
The excitement from the day and getting to spend the evening with Ian after thinking that I wasn’t going to see him again until Wednesday made it really difficult to focus on the movie. I didn’t know if I was quite ready for sex, but I was turned on, and a lot more adventurous than normal. I knew it would be cruel to give Ian the impression that I was interested in more than I was comfortable with, but the desire was coursing through my veins, and I couldn’t help myself. I did want him, even if I was nervous.
“Do you trust me?” Ian leaned back from our kiss.
“Of course.” I nodded quickly.
“Enough to let me keep going?” He brushed his hand against my pussy. “I promise that you’ll still be a virgin when I’m done…”
“Oh god…” A twinge of excitement shot through my veins. “I trust you…”
Ian’s lips found mine again. He ravaged my mouth for several seconds before kissing my neck and working his way up to my ear. The kiss was more forceful—more passionate—and I melted into his arms with a gasp. I didn’t know exactly what he intended to do, but the way he kissed me set my body on fire. It was only a matter of seconds before that fire turned into a raging inferno. I craved his touch—more than his touch—and the nervousness began to fade. I could trust him and give him control of my body if he wasn’t going to push things further than I was comfortable with. I just didn’t know what that meant.
I might need three date nights before this fire goes out if he stops right now.
“Is anything making you uncomfortable right now?” He kissed my neck.
“No, not at all…” I exhaled sharply and tried to keep rubbing his cock through his pants, but I was extremely distracted.
“Don’t worry about that.” He pushed my hand away. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
“What if I don’t want to stop?” I sighed, and a moan escaped my lips as I tried to move my hand back to where it was.
“I’m the one that isn’t going to stop.” He kissed my earlobe.
Ian’s fingers moved to the top of my dress, and he slid the straps off my shoulders. He kissed the spot where the dress straps were and then pushed my bra straps off my shoulders as well. His hands were everywhere—and they felt so good on my skin. His lips pressed against my skin and teased me so much that my whole body simmered with a mixture of fire and excitement. Whatever he had in mind; I didn’t want him to stop. My thoughts were so jumbled that it would have been difficult for me to say the words anyway. The nervousness and hesitation turned into absolute trust for the man that was making my body burn with desire.
Ian pushed my dress down until my bra was completely exposed, and then he started to remove it. I moved my arms to allow it to fall free, and Ian squeezed my breasts with his hands. My nipples turned into hard nubs against his fingers, and I squirmed when they started to get sensitive to his touch. Ian kissed my neck, crushed my lips, and after kissing me so long that I was gasping for air, he pushed me back against the couch. His fingers got tangled in my dress, and he began to pull it off. I lifted up and let him keep going. It joined my bra on the floor beside us, and then Ian slid his hands up my thighs until they were against my panties.