Under The Mistletoe

Part 10

Slow Contact

I raised up over him and lowered myself slowly onto him. It still took a little work, but once I was comfortably seated, I moved my hips in a smooth, slow circle. This allowed me to control the pace and he still hit all of the good spots. I moaned at the contact and reached for his hands.

I focused solely on Lizzie and watched her face. I have never discovered a bigger turn on or anything more satisfying than watching the expression of the woman you are with as she takes from you such pleasure. The only thing more wonderful so far in my life, was being in love and being loved by the person that wore such a powerful expression. She reached for my hands. I willingly gave them to her. I wanted to connect to her on a much deeper level than the physical one we were sharing and help support her too, so in addition to holding those small hot hands, I never let my eyes wander from hers. I stayed still for as long as I could, but soon found a smooth motion with my hips that had us both ready to rouse the neighbors, without pushing me over the edge.

I squeezed his hands for balance as he moved his hips in rhythm with mine. I moved them to my hips as I picked up the tempo. His name, all forms of it, tumbled from my lips. His fingertips dug in and I moved one of his hands to my clit. He knew what to do to make me soar. I needed this more than anything as I let him take as much control as he could with the position we were in.

I loved every second of what we were doing. I gave her back her name as softly as I could between the breaths I struggled to take. I gave her all that she asked me for. I knew exactly what to do to push her over the edge and did it all happily, waiting to feel and see her release. "Please, let go." I breathed. I was close to the edge and just barely holding on. I would come when or after she did, but waiting was not easy.

My sounds became incoherent as his fingers worked their magic and my body tightened around his. I did as he asked and let myself go. He wasn't far behind me as I collapsed against his chest, sweaty, wearing nothing but my socks and my bra.

I unhooked her bra and helped her out of it then held her close and closed my eyes. Sleep was not far behind for me. I fell into the rhythm of her breathing and sleep settled over me.

His breathing lulled me to sleep easily. I woke sometime later laying next to him and cuddled into his side. We were both sticky, but it was kind of nice. I stretched as much as I was able and pulled myself away from him to use the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom. I'll be right back." I kissed him softly and climbed out of bed.

I mumbled and rolled over pulling her side of the covers over me. I was still very tired and stressed. I had no idea what I was going to get her for Christmas. What if I got the wrong thing and she hated it. It was our first Christmas and the first round of gifts I would give to her out side of her birthday. I groaned and fretted and curled into a tight ball under the covers.

I came out of the bathroom to find him curled into a ball wrapped up in all of the covers. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Are you okay sweetie? Did you want to take a shower and make the bed with the new stuff?"

"Sure. Okay." I pulled the blanket with me as I rolled off my side of the bed. "Let's do that. What is your favorite thing, like to get as a gift? What do you like?"

I smiled at him. "You are precious." I slipped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest. "Lots of things. Clothes, pedicures, gadgets, sparkly things. You know me better than I know myself, sweetie. Are you worried about Christmas presents?"

"Yes! Absolutely. I don't want to get the wrong thing after thinking about it so hard for so long and still not get it right. I know they say that it is the thought that counts and so it is, but thoughts are dangerous things in that case." I put one hand in my hair and the other on her back to pull her closer. "I'd hate for us to find out that what I know is how to please your body with mine and not your heart or your mind."

"Wow. She really did a number on you." I squeezed him tight and looked up to meet his eyes. I kept all of the kindness and understanding in them. "You make my heart and my mind very happy. I promise you, I like gifts, all kinds. I don't want to tell you exactly what to get me. How about I send you a list of my sizes and a few of my favorite places?"

I fought the instinct to be angry but likely didn't stop the anger from flashing across my face. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before opening my mouth. "I can do the same for you. Though I know your sizes, it would be good to have them written down." I started to fold the blanket as I stepped back from her so we could strip the bed.

I had hit a nerve, so I backed off. I started pulling the sheets off of the bed. "I would love that. Though I do think I know what I am getting you." I piled the sheets on the floor and started taking pillowcases off the pillows. "We need to get stockings and stocking stuffers too."

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that. I think we should see if our parents can send us our childhood stockings."

"I like that idea."

"So, my mom -- erm Santa always put little toys and small things in our stockings. That is where all the candy was. Is that what you mean by stocking stuffers?"

"Yep. Candy, little gifts, and trinkets."

"Okay.That I know how to do easy." We talked as we made the bed. I helped her gather the old bedding and carry it to the washer. "We shouldn't start it if we are going to shower. Then we should definitely go back to bed or chill on the couch, wanna watch GoT?"

"I would love to. And maybe a snack." I headed back towards the bathroom and started the shower.

"Okay." I followed her like a lost puppy would.

We took our normal shower. It was nice and comforting. We climbed into our pjs and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack and settled on the couch to watch Game of Thrones.