8
Hayden
Veronica’s back rests against the side of the house, as I simultaneously kiss down the column of her neck and search for my keys. My dick strains against my jeans as I press my hips against hers. This is far too distracting.
“Fuck.” I pull away to get the key in the lock and shove at the front door.
We’re in the exact same scenario as we have been the last three nights. So impatient to get to the bedroom that everything else flies right out the window.
This week has been utter perfection. We’ve been on three dates and have ended back up at my place after every one.
Yesterday, I finally told Veronica to just pack a bag. It would be a time saver.
I kick the door shut behind us and two steps into the house, Veronica is in my arms, legs hooked around my waist. I make the blind trek through to my bedroom and take a seat on the bed.
Veronica stays seated on my lap, her legs spreading wider to accommodate my body. Her dress, while short, still has too much material for my liking. I pull away from the kiss to whip the dress over her head.
Left in nothing but her underwear, I grunt at the sight of the hot pink lace. Oh, baby girl treats me good.
My lips retrace the column of her neck, all the way down to her chest, which heaves as I pull the cups of her bra down. I watch, almost in pain, as she leans back with her hands on my knees.
It’s like she’s offering herself up for my taking. I delve in and take it all, everything I can get. Every little moan, every roll of her hips against mine - I want it all.
Sucking on one nipple and rolling the other between my fingers, I revel in the feel of her heat pressed against my jeans. Her hips move against mine; I meet her every thrust until a soft mewl escapes her mouth.
Small hands reach towards me, pushing her tits together for me, as they delve to the belt of my jeans. The belt is tossed aside, the top button popped open, and the zip begins the glide downwards. I groan in relief as Veronica adjusts my cock - now free from constraints.
I just know there’ll be a zipper impression on my sensitive flesh.
We’re both gasping for air as we pull apart.
After ripping my shirt over my head, I flip Veronica on the bed, climbing on top of her. I push my jeans to the ground to free my hips and rid us of the final layers that are keeping us apart. Her hair fans out around her as I press my body into hers.
We kiss as if it’s the first and the last one we’ll ever have. With passion and fire.
Honestly, it might as well have been. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and Veronica said that she was spending it with her family - it was a tradition. I wanted to beg and plead that I wanted to be her family.
I want to be whatever she needs; I want to be her everything.
But I thought better of my words. Although I feel them - to my core, I know that she might not be ready to hear them just yet. So instead, we agreed that we’d go for breakfast on Christmas morning.
I hate that our plans are unclear beyond that, which is why I’m going to make the most of the time we’ve got left.
Eleven hours and counting...
“I wish we could stay here forever,” Veronica whispers into the darkness, almost as if reading my mind.
“Something to talk about after Christmas…” I want her here with me, all the damn time.
She moans as I kiss a trail down her stomach. Anticipation and hunger rip through me as I slide her panties down her legs.
“Ah ahh.”
I groan in response, pause, and tilt my head in her direction.
“I can’t wait,” Veronica begs. “Please.”
Who am I to argue?
