Page 69 of Merry with Me
“Then why are we watching it?”
“Ollie, it’s Christmas. You must watch Christmas movies at Christmas. Even if you’ve seen it a thousand times before.”
“Well, you watch your movie, and I’ll watch you.” Reaching over, I trace my thumb over her nipple.
“I don’t know. This one is one I’ve never seen before.” She surprises me when she reaches between us and palms my cock. “I think I like this one.” She strokes me gently, almost as if she’s unsure of what she’s doing, but she’s going for it anyway.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You don’t need flattery. You already have me naked in my bed.”
“It’s not flattery. It’s the truth, and I wanted to tell you. I don’t know if I ever have, and with you here next to me, I need you to know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You make me feel beautiful. I’ve never had a man look at me the way you do.”
I lean in and kiss her. It’s meant to be just a soft press of my lips against hers, but she moves closer and tosses her leg over mine. Her tits press against my chest, and my cock is close to her pussy. I can feel her heat, and it’s driving me insane.
Slowing the kiss, I say, “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I… I don’t know. I know I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never had this… need to be close to someone. To touch them, to kiss them, and to just be with them.”
“You set the pace,” I tell her, because I still have this gut feeling that she’s not very experienced, which at twenty-threesurprises me, but it also turns me the fuck on when I think about the things I could teach her. Then I think about her doing those things with someone else, and anger makes itself known.
“What if I want you to set the pace?” she asks, kissing my chest.
“I can’t.”
She lifts her head, and from the soft glow of the TV, I can see her brow is furrowed. “Why not?”
“Because I’d take it all, Blake. I’d sink inside you, and I’m pretty sure if that happens, I’ll be addicted, and you’re a forever kind of girl, and I don’t know that I can do that—not after Hannah.”
“Shh, we don’t speak her name. She’s no one to you. She’s not welcome in your life. In our lives. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m falling for you. I know I’m not supposed to, that this is supposed to be a ‘for now’ kind of situation, but you’re making it really hard. I’ve never dated anyone who treated me like I was special. Like my dad treats my mom, and my uncles treat my aunts.”
“Blake….” My voice cracks.
“You don’t owe me anything, Oliver. I knew the deal going into this. I just didn’t expect Mr. Grumpy to turn into Mr. Swoon, and now, here we are, and I don’t know how to stop these feelings that are growing for you.”
“I’m still grumpy,” I grump, and she laughs softly.
“Yeah, you are, but not to me, and if I had to guess, not to others either, at least not as much as you used to be. You smile more.”
“That’s the Blakely effect,” I tease. I’m trying to lighten the mood and hide the fact that my heart feels as though it could pound right out of my chest and my stomach is in knots. I wish things could be different. She makes me want to be different. I’m terrified this is the end for us. I’m not ready to lose her.
“Hmm, let’s see what I can do to get one of those smiles.” She pulls away, and I’m ready to object because I need her body next to mine. Clothes or not, if she’s close, I need to be touching her. I don’t understand it, and I refuse to dig into the whys.
Before I can get the words of protest past my lips, she’s got my cock fisted in her hand, and when I feel her lips as she kisses the head, I just about swallow my fucking tongue. “W-What are you doing?”
“Trying to get a smile.”
“Baby, come here. You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I set the pace, right? That’s what you said?”
I swallow thickly. “Yes.”
“So, let me. Oh, I know, you can say this is my early Christmas present.”
“This is for me. Let me give you an early Christmas present.” My mind is already running wild with all the ways I can make her come without my cock being inside her. I don’t know if she’s ready for that yet.