Vix

TWO HOURS LATER, WE’VE decorated the tree, she’s had four cups of coffee and I’ve fed her macaroni and cheese one of the three things I know how to cook.

“It’s the most perfect tree ever!”  Her eyes sparkle as she stands in front of the sofa admiring our mutual effort.

When she turns to me and smiles, it brings me a joy I never imagined before.

I want so much from her.  So much of her. 

I’m as confused by it all as I ever have been in my life, but nothing has ever felt so right either.  There’s a feeling inside of me I’ve not had before.  Like everything inside me is happy.  I mean, it’s been a shit year.

First Dad.

Then having to move Mom.

But now...this...  The first time I saw her at Cedar Terrace, I knew deep down she would be part of my life.

But I wasn’t ready.  Now, I’m ready.

I hope to God she is too.

I look around the room at the stacks of opened boxes.  She picked out each ornament and I put on the lights.

“You did good.”  I step closer to her and feel the heat building in my core.

The tree twinkles with cascading white lights and baubles that reflect and refract.  She put on all the unique, family ornaments out of the boxes, along with all the ones that look like candy, circling the branches from top to bottom.

“I’ve got a sweet tooth.” She giggles and wraps her arms around her waist.

She looks so fucking cute, standing there in my shirt and socks.  Her hair, the color of hot chocolate, shines in the dim light. The tops of her cheeks call for my kiss and I give in, unable to not touch her.

I lean down, lighting my lips on the rosy warmth of her skin as I listen to the little hitch in her breathing.

I feel like a fucking king, hearing that.  Knowing just my lips on her cheek make her pause.  What the fuck am I going to feel like the first time I make her cum?

God damn.  The anticipation is almost more than I can take.

Because I will make her cum.

Oh, fuck, will I make her cum.

Until we draw our last breath, I will make her cum.

“You are sweet.  The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”  I draw back, searching her face.  Her shimmering hazel eyes widen as she licks her bottom lip and fusses with her hands around her waist.  “I’m going to taste more of you.  You know that, don’t you, baby?”

I begin to guide her backwards toward the sofa.  The image of her, spread-eagled there, offering herself to me, has been pounding in my mind and my cock since I undressed her for the bath.

She swallows and keeps her eyes on me, the slightest of nods giving me what I need.

“There’s a reason I didn’t give you anything to put on under that shirt.  My mouth has been watering, Eve, thinking of how you taste.  For months now.  I can’t wait any longer.  It’s the best gift you could give me, baby.”

I ease her down until she’s sitting, my eyes never leaving hers.

“I’ve never—”

My mind spins.  “You’ve never?  Never what, baby?”

The thought that no one has touched her before lights up a part of me that has me on the verge of madness.

“No, I mean.”  She hesitates as I lean her back against the cushions on the couch, my hands pressed firmly on each knee, watching her face, wanting to know anything and everything about her life. What she’s thinking and feeling. “I mean...” She shakes her head and her hands go to cover her mouth. “Ugg this is hard.”

I reach up and gently pull them away. “I want you to know something,” I tell her. “I want you, Eve Cupid.  But I don’t just want you.  I want all of you.  And that includes whatever is going on up here.”  I raise one hand, point a finger and tap it on the center of her forehead, then lower it.  “And here.”  Pointing to her heart, then replacing my hand softly on her knee where she’s got her legs firmly stuck together.

She blinks a few times, then takes a little breath and I nod, encouraging her.

“I’ve done it. Once. It was nothing special.  In college with a guy I dated.  I was drunk though...”

That statement stabs me in the heart for a few reasons, but I push away the disappointment, forcing myself to face the fact I’m not perfect either.  What matters is what happens from now on, not what came before.

“Okay, baby.  I understand. And just so you know...”  I put a finger under her chin. “You want to stop, you just say the word.  At any time.  It could kill me.”  I smile, trying to lighten the mood.  “But I’ll happily die that way for you.  Hard on and all.”

Her soft giggle warms my heart. But I see in her eyes there’s more.

“Is there something else, baby?”  I watch her eyes, feeling her knees loosen slightly, and my cock is throbbing, but right now is about her.  Making her trust me, making her comfortable.

“I’ve never...like...”  A pause and I give her knees a gentle squeeze as she brings her hands to settle on top of mine.  She takes a deep breath and the next words come out in a long, breathless string.  “No one’s ever kissed me other than my mouth.”

That feeling of being a king is back.

“That’s perfect, baby.  Absolutely fucking perfect.  I’ll be the first. And if I have anything to say about it, I’ll be the last.”

“This is a little crazy, don’t you think?” 

I’m lost in her eyes and her scent is making me drunk.  “My dad used to always say, ‘sometimes crazy is good.’”  I lean down and kiss each of her knees, feeling her melt a little as the lock that’s been holding her legs together loosens.

“Unbutton your shirt for me.  Slowly.”  I swallow hard as I give her the order, watching the little flicker of doubt in her eyes.  “Now.”  I add, and it seems it’s the push she needs, because her fingertips begin working the buttons right on cue.

I’m hypnotized by the anticipation, watching her fingers shake even as my insides do the same.  I’m racked with tension, my cock throbbing, my balls seizing with an overwhelming need to put all of myself into her.

“Good girl.”  I mutter, surprised by how perfectly those words slide out.

I’ve never said that to anyone before, never even thought about it, but something about her has me coming alive.  Parts of me that have been hiding in wait my entire life are surfacing now, and I feel more like myself every moment I’m with her.

She finishes with the last button down in her lap.  As the fabric of my flannel shirt falls open, just an inch, all the way down, I allow myself this moment just to admire her.

“You realize you are making my heart practically pound through my chest?”

I see her unsure smile as she brings one shoulder up toward her ear.  “I’m really nervous.”

“Me too.”  I bring my fingers to the shirt, running them up and down where it’s open, easing the fabric so more of her is exposed.

The softness of her flesh has me ready to tear the shirt from her, but I see in her eyes that slower is better right now.  As much as I want her, need her, hard and fast and like a dog, what I want more is her happiness.  All of her.  I don’t just want her body, I want her heart, and my own impatient lust takes a backseat to what is best for her.

“You know what would make me feel better right now?”  The honesty in her voice stabs directly into my chest.

“What, baby?”  I spread the shirt a bit more. My voice is gritty and low as I hold back the beast that wants to claw his way out of me right now.

“I really want you to kiss me. You’re a great kisser.”

Such a sweet, simple statement has me falling the rest of the way over my heels for this girl.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

I lean in and up, kissing her hard and shifting forward so her knees part and my torso presses between them.  My tongue slides between her lips as I bare her shoulders, pulling the shirt down and off her back.

Every breath she takes, I’m memorizing.  Every tiny shift of her body, every moan that comes from her throat, are all becoming part of a never-ending journal of what will be our life together.

Desire crashes around inside of me as our kiss heightens.  I can’t help it when I draw back a bit, take her bottom lip between my teeth and let both of my hands move to cup her tits, fingers exploring the hard peaks as my ears take in the beautiful, almost purring noise she makes when I do.

“God.” I grit out, breaking our kiss.  “I just feel like you fit me in every way.  You feel so fucking right. Tell me it feels that way for you too, baby.  If it doesn’t, don’t worry about hurting me.  I need to know because I’m getting lost in you very fast.”

“I don’t understand it, but yeah, it just feels right. You feel right.  I’m just praying this isn’t all a joke or a dream.”

“If it is, the joke is on us both. If it’s a dream, let’s just never wake up.”

I take her mouth again, needing to feel that connection, to feel her sweet lips, to think of all the places I want them to be.

“Baby.”  I separate our lips.  “I’m going to kiss my way down until I reach that magic spot between your legs.  Just relax, enjoy this and know I’m enjoying every second.  Every way I can touch you brings me joy.”

With that, my lips are on her neck as she arches into me.  I lick and taste every inch of her, nuzzling into her nape as she shifts her head sideways, baring herself to me, and I take her there for a decadent moment.

Kissing, licking, biting...rinse and repeat, until she’s squirming and wiggling beneath me. The sounds she makes are an orchestra of pleasure and knowing I’m the one giving that to her makes me feel things I’ve never imagined.

Pride.

I’m so fucking proud that I’m the one able to make her moan.

“Spread your legs.”  I want to feel her obey me.  That beast inside needs her obedience right now.

When she unlocks her ankles and brings her heels to the sofa cushions, I lick my way down her chest, settling to feast on one nipple.  I draw her deep, almost into my throat, as she pushes her chest against my ravaging mouth.

I bring both hands to her tit, squeezing and kneading the flesh as I gently bite down on the hard peak between my teeth and listen to the sounds it elicits.

I’m in no rush.  I feast on her at my leisure, before moving to the other side and giving equal attention and pleasure to her there, until she’s a quivering, needy mess beneath me.

My cock is hard six ways to Sunday, but it’s not about me.  I try to take some of the pressure off by dry humping the side of the sofa as I feast on her.  Cum leaks out of me as I kiss and lick down her soft skin.  Just above her belly button, I pause and look up to see her watching me.

Her flesh is quivering, and I bring my hands down to her thighs, gripping them and spreading her even wider as I rasp my beard back and forth on her pink opening.

With that, she brings her knees up on either side of my chest and her feet catch around at my back, locking me there.  It makes me soar to feel her own longing, matching mine.

Her hands come down in claws, and she fists my hair, driving me half crazy.

I retreat a few inches, needing to see her.  To know and memorize each fold and delicate pink part of her before I lose myself completely between her legs.

My eyes linger there, drinking her in as I hear her breathing pause.  She’s bared to me—for me—and I take in the beauty of the wet flesh spread for my indulgence. 

“You’re wet.”  I grunt.  “Wet for me.”

That thought gives me a sense of purpose I haven’t known before.  Blood roars in my ears and I know my life will be spent here, giving her every pleasure she deserves.

I lean in, letting my beard tickle her sensitive flesh, watching the way her eyelids flutter and close, for the briefest moment, as I move my face back and forth over her open lower lips.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Um hmm.”  She moans back, and I do it some more, drinking in her scent and feeling the heady effect it has on me.

I’m half dizzy, half crazed by the time I set my lips just above her opening and take my first lick downward.