I hum a sound. “Well, that… but also you survived the holiday season. Mazel tov to you.”
He tucks a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “It was only possible because of you, and since we already got through our first holiday season together, then we are already pretty strong, don’t ya think?”
I have to smile proudly at our accomplishment and the truth of it all. “Very promising, indeed. Now, should we celebrate?”
His devilish smirk warns me right before he moves and tosses me onto my back on the couch. Being trapped underneath him is the perfect fit. My legs wrapping around his waist is even better.
“I’m following your lead on this. Is it possible to fuck you, because I’m completely crazy about you, or do we need to wait?—”
I shut him up with a kiss because I appreciate his respectfor the current house situation with my son down the hall, but I want Tyler. Being quiet when we want to be together on a more intimate level is something that we are going to have to get used to.
“If we have to wait then we’ll both lose our minds,” I purr into his ear.
“I was hoping you were going to say that,” he mumbles, his warm breath cascading down my neck.
Suddenly, the world shrinks around us, and we are the only two people left. I clutch his shirt as he presses a kiss against my lips. My entire body thrums as we simmer together. He balances his weight on one arm because his other hand roams down my body, and his mouth drags down my throat.
Fuck, I love the stubble on his jaw.
My linked legs around his waist pull him closer as if it will relieve the tight curling between my legs, but the feeling of his hard cock only makes it worse. I shiver at the thought of what he is about to do to me. From instinct, my body arches into him the moment his fingers sneak between the fabric of my pajama pants and brush over my soaking panties.
"You are so fucking wet and so fucking mine," he murmurs. The way his fingers yank the fabric to the side and his fingers touch my pussy causes me to release a shaky breath.
I attempt to work on the buttons of his shirt, but he tuts me with his thick voice. "We don't have time for that. I believe the clock struck midnight, and we have to celebrate as soon as possible that you're mine."
This man knows how to send new waves of heat through me.
"Agreed." I'm already breathless.
He owns me with a kiss, our tongues entwining,only to part because we are in a hurry. We both shift, allowing me to shove my pants down low enough, then quickly begin to work his belt that he assists me with.
Halfway to his knees, he reaches to fish out a condom from his pocket. He came prepared. Creating a little space, I let him handle the condom.
My attention returns when I feel slight relief when the tip of his cock brushes along my inner thigh, and he lets a low curse rumble through his throat. Digging my fingers into his back, I bite my bottom lip because I'm a moment away from having him inside me.
"You're already making me lose my mind," I whisper.
His answer is to guide his cock right inside of me, and I kiss the curve of his shoulder as he pumps into me.
We grind together as we fuck as though we are on a mission, with no need to go slow. Every thrust is torturous, but every second is also rewarding because we are working through our pleasure together.
His breath, laced with his lips dragging along my jawline, causes him to appear desperate for clasping onto every little thing about me. It's sexy as hell, and I smirk briefly to myself.
I can't help but spread my thighs a little wider because his thrusts are blunt, and every movement brings him deeper. I squeeze around him and claw the back of his shirt.
We are nowhere near naked enough, but it doesn't matter; it doesn't deter what we both want.
Our orgasms come quickly, and his groan turns to ragged breathing when I touch his cheek. Then, it takes only a second to stop and look into one another's eyes. My chest rises and falls, but still, I pull him down to rest his head against me and stay seated between my legs. I'm well aware that we can't stay like this for long, but a minute or two this way is fine.
The feel of my fingers threading through his soft hair calms my breathing. Actually, it’s Tyler who is responsible for my body being completely sedated and relaxed. He wasn’t supposed to be the guy who could do this to me.
But he is.
And a few minutes later when he returns from the bathroom and gets comfortable on the couch, pulling me in close for a cozy cuddle session, I feel lucky.
Because this is the best midnight on New Year’s ever.
My body stirs awake,and the first thing that I feel is my stiff body. Probably because I’m in the most uncomfortable position. I’m groggy and my eyes are barely open, but the moment I stretch my arms out and hit hard warmth, I remember last night. We must have fallen asleep on the couch because daylight is streaming through the blinds.
