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Authors: Zara Stoneley
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“Really?”
“Really,
I would have dragged you away from him and might never have left.”
“Really?”
My vocabulary had suddenly become stunted, but it was the way he was looking at
me. It was stealing away everything but the need to concentrate on him. My
heart was hammering and my throat was dry and all I could do was stare and wish
he’d kiss me again.
“Well
maybe not never, you know you might get old and wrinkly.”
I
swallowed hard. “True, and you might get bald and saggy.” Though I just can’t
imagine it, not now when I’m pressed tight his hard body.
“Distinguished
they call it.” I’d come up with a witty response if I could, but his hand
cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple until it feels like he’s
rubbing my naked skin. All I can do is sigh.
“Stand
up.” I do as I’m told and he kneels down in front of me, and the warmth of his
hands slides up my inner thighs. “I want to make love to you.”
“Here?”
My voice is small and needy.
“Here.
Stripped and tied to a tree would be nice.” The shimmer that goes straight
through me makes my pussy throb with need. “But I don’t think I can wait that
long.” The heat of his hands burns through my dress then he turns me and I can
feel him slowly, oh far too slowly pull the zip of my dress down. The front
starts to fall off my breasts and I reach up.
“Don’t.
Don’t move.” I let it fall and the soft dampness of his lips is on the back of
my neck, small kisses burn a trail down my spine, stopping only when he reaches
the lace of my knickers. My nipples are hardening, two small tight ultra-sensitive
buds as he tugs at the lace, the fabric almost rough against my skin as they
join my dress pooled around my ankles. The rough skin of his fingers makes me
gasp as he traces a line over the base of my spine, between my buttocks. I
clench as his finger presses against the puckered entrance and he chuckles.
“Oh
I do need to explore all of you some time.” Then the finger slides further
until he reaches my wet pussy, gliding in effortlessly. I groan, rub against
him and his other hand reaches round to the front of me, instantly finding my
swollen clit. The one finger becomes two, pushing deep inside as he rubs little
circles that are as excruciating as they are bliss. I grab out, my fingers
grasping his hair as he sucks at my waist, rubbing and pushing, twisting until
he’s found my G spot and every other spot in the alphabet. “Oh, shit.” My legs
are trembling and I’ve reached that point where I could be coming, but not
quite. And he keeps going, pushing deeper, rubbing hard until I’m parting my
legs further and pushing down against him and the tremors that I thought were
all I was getting turn into trembles that are rolling through my stomach as I
shake and clutch at him.
I’m
still swaying when he lifts me out of the tangled mess that is my clothes. When
he puts me down I’ve got my back hard against the rough bark of a tree. My
wrists are pinned in one strong hand before I can object and he bends his head
and takes my nipple into his mouth making me gasp. I’d pull away but there’s
nowhere to move and he’s grinning when he looks up at me.
“No
escape darling.” All I can think as I watch him undo his belt is that it’s
amazing what you can do with one hand, then that one hand is holding his cock
and I don’t need to be told to open my legs wider. As he thrusts inside me I
lift one leg, wrap it round his waist and he plunges so deep that the moan in
my throat turns to a small scream. He’s looking at me, checking I’m okay.
“More.”
He
grins. “Oh, you’re greedy.” And he pulls out a bit and thrusts again. I think
he meant to tease me but both of us are past the point. His large hand is
gripping my thigh and he’s pushing deep inside me and I’m babbling. At least I
think that’s what you’d call it, all I know is I’m begging, demanding, moaning
and something is building inside me that’s going to explode any moment. Then he
stops. And looks at me.
“You
know when realized I’d never actually loved Sal?”
“No.”
I was gasping, finding it hard to breathe, wriggling my hips to get him moving
again.
“That
first time I made love to you.” I didn’t know what I was supposed to say, but
from the way he thrust hard enough to make me swallow and gasp he wasn’t expecting
words. He let go of my wrists, slipped both hand behind to cradle my bum and as
he held me firm and pushed harder and deeper into me I threaded my fingers into
his hair. We were inches apart but I felt like I was seeing inside his head,
inside his body and our bodies just moved and tumbled, my fingers grasping in
time with the greedy clenching of my pussy and it didn’t matter that we were in
a clearing in the middle of nowhere, all that mattered was the need to feel him
coming deep inside me. He gave one hard thrust and as his pelvis pressed hard
against me I came, grasping at him, then he let go and I swear I could feel his
heat bathing me inside and out.
Oh my God, the only whimper that this year was
going to end on was mine. Because I’m sure that is what I’m doing, whimpering
as I clutch him tighter to me, whimpering as I press my hips forward, wrap my
leg tighter round him and hold him in until every last bit of my orgasm has
fizzled away.
***
Sophie
raises an eyebrow, and flicks a bit of the undergrowth off my dress as she
pours us a glass of champagne. “I was going to say you missed seeing the New
Year in but I’m not sure that’s true.”
“Nope,
we didn’t miss it.” Dane downs his bubbly and sinks into one of the armchairs,
taking me with him. I’m not sure my best party dress will be up to another
outing.
“Well
guys, a toast, to all of us.” We raise our glasses, well Dane raises his can of
beer. “Although I still don’t know how you’ll cope without me.”
I
glance over at Charlie, he looks happier than I’ve ever seen him and Anna is
nestled against him. All dark, mysterious and serene. I can see why Charlie
loves her, there’s something so together about her, I can imagine her running
his country manor, if he ever decides to go back to his roots. Something tells
me he will, that one day soon he’ll stop running and accept what belongs to
him.
A few minutes later Charlie makes his excuses
and the pair of them make their way upstairs to Dane’s bedroom. We’re all
staying over and being the gentleman he’s given over his beds to the guests. Me
and Sophie get the guest bedroom and it’s nice, we get a chance to talk, just
the two of us. Our last chance before she heads off in the morning.
“You
will come back, Soph?” I hug her tight, the best friend I’ve ever had or could
wish for.
“Of
course I will. Here, this is for you.” She digs deep into her massive handbag
and hands me a little book shaped package. “Happy New Year, Holly.” I go to
tear it open but she stops me. “Open it tomorrow, but you’ve got to promise me
you’ll do what it says inside.”
“I’m
not sure I like the sound of that.”
She laughs. “It’ll be fine, and you’ve got to do
it because I’ll be back to check next Christmas. Come on let’s get some sleep.
I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.”
I
lie in bed and stare up at the ceiling. It is almost like she planned all of
this. She wanted to get me and Dane together, hooking the three of us up at the
start, because she could see we were just dancing around each other being
polite. And even when I told her she couldn’t sort other people’s lives she
still knew that she could. And Charlie? For a while Charlie had thought he
wanted me to himself and for the briefest of moments I’d let myself believe in
it, but Sophie had known deep down that it wasn’t right for him and even though
she hadn’t been able to work out what was, she’d been determined to protect
him.
The
only surprise for Sophie had been that she’d finally worked out that she needed
to confront her own issues, which meant leaving us. I run my finger over the
still wrapped present that is on the bedside cabinet. We’d shared a lot the
four of us, but maybe, just maybe sometimes we have to do things on our own,
for ourselves. I glance across at Sophie, the slim shaft of moon that has
slipped in through the partly open curtains shimmers around her. She’s smiling,
the slightest smile on her cupid bow lips making her look almost serene. Maybe,
at last she’s realized she can relax.
I
suddenly think of Dane, alone, crashed out on the couch and I can’t help
myself. I slip my feet out of the bed, onto the cold floorboards. Some things
aren’t for sharing, some things, sometimes are just too good to share….
