I didn't break eye contact with him as he entered me. But I winced and bit my lip at the sensation. He made sure to go very slowly and gently, careful not to put the whole length in. It did hurt a little bit, but it also felt good. Especially because of the emotional connection. I felt so incredibly close to him.
"Are you okay?" He whispered to me as he slowly pulled out and then went back in.
"Mhmm," I hummed.
He leaned down and kissed me and then buried his face into my shoulder and put one of his hands under my ass to lift me up a little as he continued, going a little bit faster and deeper with each thrust.
I started breathing heavy and he started breathing heavy and eventually I wrapped my legs around his lower back, pulling him all the way into me as I grabbed onto his back.
He let out the sexiest moan ever as he went in as deep as he could go. He started to shake a little bit. I could only imagine how tight it must have felt for him. He was pretty big. I felt him stretching me, and it turned me on.
Once he knew I was okay, he lifted his head backed up, put both of his hands palm out on either side of my head and started pumping in and out of me in an amazing rhythm. And then I started crying a little bit again.
It was just so emotional for me. They were still sad tears about my family and the ruined holiday, but they were also happy tears because of him. I knew I was falling for him. This was a huge deal for me to be giving myself to him. And not just in a random way. In a really serious and emotional way. On Christmas. It was perfect.
It was like he was reading my mind and understood this completely, because he didn't stop or ask me if I was okay when he saw me crying. He knew it wasn't because I was in any pain. But just to make sure, I gave him a smile to let him know. He smiled back and leaned down to press his forehead against mine and we both closed our eyes.
He put one of his hands underneath my head and pulled my head up and into his even more as I started to moan uncontrollably. I was getting ready to come. I knew that he knew what I looked and sounded like when I was nearing an orgasm.
I dug my nails into his back and cried out as my whole body shook and I became covered in goosebumps and came. I could feel myself throbbing and squeezing against him inside of me, and this caused him to get off almost immediately afterwards.
"Oh fuck," he groaned through gritted teeth as he pulled out of me just in time to come all over my sheets. He was shaking too and almost panting. He stayed still above me for a minute as he caught his breath.
And then he rolled off of me and onto his back beside me. He put his arms over his face and I could see his chest still rising and falling quickly. Just a little bit of sweat was glistening on his forehead.
"Oh my good God," he breathed and then looked over at me as he took his arms away from his face.
He saw that I still had some tears on my cheeks and he leaned over to me and kissed them away. Then he put his hand on the side of my face gently and kissed me. When he pulled away, he was smiling like crazy.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm okay," I smiled back at him.
"How do you feel?"
"Physically or emotionally?"
"Both," he kept smiling as he kissed my forehead, jaw, nose and cheeks again.
"Amazing," was all I could manage to say.
"Really? No pain? No more sadness?" he had now started to kiss my neck and ears and collarbone.
"If there is any, the high I'm on right now is by far outweighing it."
He stopped kissing me and laid back down on his back. He put one arm underneath my neck and shoulders and pulled me over against him so my head was laying on his chest. I started to trace little circles down his chest and stomach, down to his happy trail.
"You trust me," he said out loud. Not as a question, but as a statement. He sounded almost in disbelief.
"I do." Then a small flutter of panic came over me as I realized how much that scared me. And I couldn't help but saying, "Why, should I not?"
He loosened his embrace on me and leaned up to look down at me. "Quit it," he said.
"I'm sorry," I replied sheepishly.
He rolled his eyes at me. "Is this going to continue to be an issue? Trusting me?"
"No...I...don't know. I hope not."
He sighed and laid his head back down. "I hope not either. I hope by now you realize not all guys are assholes. I think we've had a pretty good thing going, don't you?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"You have to quit apologizing for everything too," he let out a scoff that might have passed for a laugh, but it wasn't a joking type of conversation.
I didn't know what else to say, so we just laid there in silence for a few moments until finally I sat up and started to get my clothes off of the floor. I had put my underwear and shirt back on when he finally got off the bed too to put his boxers on.
He walked around the bed to where I was and hugged me from behind. He kissed my cheek and said, "Let's go downstairs and have Christmas dinner. Just us."
I looked up and back to meet his eyes and smiled as I agreed. He put his shirt on and we went downstairs to eat all the food I made in front of the TV and Christmas tree with no pants on.
We opened presents after. He got me two pair of shoes I had mentioned wanting before. I was surprised he remembered, I didn't think he had even been paying attention to my shoe talk. I got him a throw blanket for his couch that looked like a pizza (mainly for me to use when I was there), and a jersey of his favorite sports team.
I must have passed out cold after that because the next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sun shining in through the blinds. Alone. I looked around and saw a sticky note on the coffee table from him.
It read, "Didn't want to disturb you. Had to run to a meeting early."
I got up to go into the kitchen to start my coffee when I saw another sticky note on the Keurig. It read, "You are so beautiful."
I had a stupid grin on my face as I took my coffee upstairs with me to start getting ready. There was another one on my bathroom mirror that said, "You're my favorite nurse."
And then, finally, as I got in my car to leave for work, there was one on my steering wheel. He had actually found my keys and got into my car. It said, "Crushing on you. Please don't one-night-stand me."
I laughed out loud at that one.
