Jamie
All I could think about as I had celebrated each Mass today was Eva and the incredible night and morning we had just shared. Even as I had wished my parishioners a Merry Christmas and shook their hands as they left the church, my mind had remained fixed on the woman who had allowed me to pleasure and punish her. My cock had hardened at the memory of this morning. How beautiful she had looked bent over the couch as I whipped her. Her ass had turned such an incredible shade of pink with each crack of the belt. Her swollen pussy had been exposed to me the entire time and I had marveled at the sight, at how she had grown wetter with each smack to her ass.
I reached down and fisted my cock through my jeans. I had to calm down. In just a few short minutes I would be pulling into my dad’s driveway. I wondered if Eva had arrived already. If she had, my cock didn’t stand a chance at settling down. I took some deep breaths, released my cock and put two hands on the steering wheel.
By the time I reached my dad’s, I was only sporting a semi and I breathed a sigh of relief. Which I found out as soon as I entered the house that it had been foolishly premature. I could smell her vanilla scent in the air in each room I entered. Marcia greeted me in the kitchen with a warm hug and a smile that lit up her entire face. “Eva came for dinner. Isn’t that wonderful!” Marcia said.
“That is great news, Marcia. Where is she?”
“She’s in the basement retrieving a few extra folding chairs. Liz just called and asked if her parents could join us for dinner. Their flight to Colorado to see Liz’s brother and his family was canceled due to the weather, so now they’re coming here.”
She was in the basement. My cock strained against my pants. “Well, the more, the merrier,” I said somehow. I set the beer I had brought on the center island. “I think I’ll go see if Eva needs help with the chairs.”
Marcia smiled at me, and I took off like a bat out of hell and made my way to the basement door. I looked around to see if I was being watched before opening the door. I shut it behind me and took the steps two at a time. Eva was at the far end of the basement, holding a chair under each slender arm. She stopped in her tracks and we stared at each other. Never had I wanted a woman more. I had to have her. Right now, right here in our parents’ basement.
I ran over to her, grabbed the chairs she was holding and threw them to the ground. “Come here,” I said, forcing her up against the wall. I pressed my cock into her as I took her mouth hard. Her hands were on my shoulders, tugging me, pulling me closer. “Has it really only been eight hours since I’ve seen you, since I’ve been inside you?”
“I missed you,” she said, shamelessly grinding up against me. Our kiss deepened, our tongues swirled and assaulted.
“I can’t wait until we get home. I need you now, it’s all I’ve thought about,” I said.
“But anyone could walk in . . .” I cut her off with another demanding kiss. I was desperate, so fucking crazed. My hand dipped beneath her forest green dress only to discover that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Eva, where are your panties?” I asked, slipping my fingers between her wet folds. She gasped as I found her clit.
“I . . . I took them off. They were soaked through.”
I pushed one finger into her and she bit her lip. “Why were you so wet, Eva?”
“I . . . oh, God,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut. I inserted a second finger. “What were you thinking about that would cause you to soak your panties, sweet girl?”
She moaned and rode my hand. “You . . . us. You fucking me.”
I loved how honest she was. How responsive her body was to my touch. “Do you want to be fucked, Eva? Do you need my cock inside you?”
“God . . . yes. Please, Jamie.”
There was no sweeter sound than hearing her beg. It awoke the animal within me every time, and before I could second guess my decision to fuck her against the wall of our parents’ basement I unzipped and yanked my jeans and boxer briefs to my knees. I lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” She complied instantly. With my hands gripping her ass, I lowered her onto my cock. Her wet heat encased me, causing the air to leave my lungs.
“You feel so good,” she said, her hands clutching the back of my neck.
“This will have to be quick, baby. We will be missed upstairs.”
She nodded, and that was the end of the conversation. I bent my knees and thrust into her so hard that she slid up the wall. I swallowed her cries, her curses and fucked her until I felt her pussy clench down on me. She was on the verge of coming, and so was I. I pulled out just enough so that only the tip of my cock remained inside her and then drove back in one last time. I spilled inside her, shooting jets of cum so deep inside her. I kissed her as she climaxed and I consumed her screams. I felt her entire body exhale and she melted into my embrace. With her face buried in the crook of my neck, she asked, “Will it always be like this? This intense?”
I knew the answer. She was my soulmate, that elusive other half that I wasn’t supposed to find. Yes, it would always be that intense. She was my addiction. Every hard, alluring drug wrapped up in one. And I wasn’t going to kick it. Ever. I was just about to tell her as much when I heard the basement door at the top of the steps open. Which meant we had less than five seconds to appear like we hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out. I pulled out of her, tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up. Luckily, all she had to do was smooth her dress over her bare pussy.
We both grabbed a chair off the floor when I heard my dad’s voice. “Thought you two got lost down here. Figured you could use some help,” my dad said, looking first at me and then at Eva. I wondered if he noticed her pink cheeks. Or how swollen her lips were from them being taken so savagely a few minutes ago. My dad’s eyes narrowed, making my already racing heart speed up. He was in the analysis phase. The stage where he watched and listened. That moment he withheld judgment or his own personal theories because he needed more information first. It was just a matter of time until my dad would come to me for confirmation.
What would I say then? Would I deny it? Would I deny her?
No. I could never deny my feelings for Eva. Not to my dad or Marcia. And not to the bishop. This realization made my head spin. Decisions needed to be made very soon.
But not today.
“How many more chairs do we need?” I asked, my voice steady.
“Just received word that in addition to Liz’s parents coming, Liz’s sister and her husband are coming as well,” my dad said, grabbing two chairs himself.
“I think I’m going to check in with my mom. See if she needs me to put out more place settings at the table,” Eva said, walking toward the steps with a chair under her arm. I followed behind her, which wasn’t a wise choice. Because as we ascended the steps, all I could do was stare at her ass in that green dress I wanted to tear away from her body, a body that smelled like me.
Once upstairs, we delivered the chairs to the dining room and then I made my way into the living room. Nate and his father-in-law were sipping on beer, watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation on television, and laughing at Clark Griswold lose it because his boss hadn’t given him a bonus. “You look like you could use a beer, Father,” Nate said, eyeing me suspiciously.
“I’ll grab you one. I’m empty, too,” Liz’s dad said, holding up an empty bottle. Before I could tell him that he didn’t have to, that I could get my own beer and his, Liz’s dad stood and disappeared into the kitchen.
“You look a little flushed. Is everything okay? Are you feeling well?” Nate asked, taking a swig and smiling.
I wanted to tell him to fuck off. That he didn’t know jack shit. But I couldn’t lie. I couldn’t deny my feelings for a woman who gave so freely, who trusted me so fiercely. “I’m feeling fine. Better than fine, if you really want to know,” I said, keeping my voice low.
Nate rolled closer to me. “Have you two—did you two just . . .” Nate searched my eyes and then his own widened. “Holy shit! What are you going to do?”
“Not exactly sure right now. But I do know that I can’t give her up.”
Liz’s dad emerged from the kitchen with a beer in each hand. He handed me my beer and wished me a Merry Christmas. I clinked bottles with him and said, “And a happy new year.”
I heard Nate chuckle, and then he raised his beer in the air. “Yes. To a new year. I can’t wait to see what this year has in store for us.”
Asshole.