Chapter 20
Angel
NEW YEAR’S EVE
“You good?” Christian asked, walking up behind me and wrapping me in his embrace.
“Yes, baby. I’m good, and I’m even better because I’m here with you. This view is amazing, Christian.”
“You deserve nothing less than the best. You give your all to everyone else, and you deserve to be spoiled in return,” he replied, kissing my bare shoulder and then up my neck.
I pulled my champagne glass to my lips and took a sip.
I closed my eyes as the cool liquid slid down my throat.
The feeling, paired with his warm lips on my exposed skin, was a high that I couldn’t reach with any drug.
It was potent, and I realized that what I was feeling was the result of being loved by a good man.
We had left Belle behind in Cherokee Springs and traveled to Atlanta for New Year’s Eve.
We wanted to be here to see the peach drop, and I was glad that they were actually going to do it again this year.
They had gone on a hiatus for a while and then resumed last year.
I had planned to be here this year, but I thought that I would be here with Sawyer.
We were at the Hyatt on Peachtree Street, and we had a wonderful view from our room.
“Come on. Let’s go out on the balcony,” Christian stated, grabbing his glass of champagne and moving from behind me. He tugged my hand and led me to the balcony.
We had been up at the rooftop restaurant, Polaris, but decided to return to our room and bring in the New Year alone. The celebration was festive up there, but we wanted to indulge in our love rather than a celebratory atmosphere.
“You already know, being close to the ocean, we would’ve been freezing if we had been back home,” I stated.
“Yeah, that’s the thing about Atlanta. Their weather is balmy when most cities are freezing.”
He kissed my shoulder and then turned me around to face him with my back to the city. Christian kissed my lips softly and then all over my face.
“We went through a lot in a short while, and our relationship may have moved fast for others. But I want to know, do you have any regrets, things you want to change, or something you’d like to address? Any concerns before the New Year rolls in?”
“Nothing, baby. I’m right where I want to be and with who I want to bring the year in with. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to celebrate the holidays with than you. You’ve made them more special than I could ever have imagined.”
“Good, I’m glad. I know that it was hard deciding to be away from Belle, but I just want to have some one-on-one time with you and make sure that you’re feeling strong and your mental health is in the right place.”
“I’m always good, baby, as long as I’m with you.”
Christian removed the glass from my hand and covered my lips with his. “Angel, I want to be buried inside of you when this new year rolls in. And I think we’ve got less than ten minutes.”
“Chris,” I whined.
“Come on, girl. I’m serious. You know, they say that whatever you’re doing when the New Year rolls in, that’s what you’ll be doing all year long. That’s what I’m trying to do. Get my scrapes and grinds on and be buried in your wet sweetness so I can make sure that I stay up in there all year long.”
“Well, sir, as long as you behave, that’s the plan anyway, whether you’re in there now or not.”
“So, what are you saying? You’re not trying to give me none?
” he asked, gripping my ass and pressing himself against me.
He sank his teeth into my bare shoulder, and I dropped my head back and allowed the pain to take over.
But it quickly receded as he licked that place and then pulled his champagne glass to his lips.
He tilted it sideways.
“Chris, don’t get that drink all over my dress and me.”
“Shh. Always trust me. I don’t do shit that I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“So are you saying that you’ve done this with other women before?”
He mugged me and shook his head. “No. I said that I know what I’m doing is all.”
He pinched my nipple, and I arched my back. It only took a moment for him to pour a sip of champagne on my shoulder. He pulled the front of my neckline down. I wore a short, black, sleeveless, sequined cocktail dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a low seductive voice as he tilted his champagne glass again.
“Enjoying my champagne in the most tasteful, sexiest way that I can consume it.”
He poured the champagne between my breasts slowly before he pulled the bodice down. I gasped. “Chris, someone might see us,” I hissed.
“Shh. No one will see us as long as you stay close to me. They can’t see us from their side of the balcony.”
“What about over there?” I asked, pointing at the buildings across from us. Other skyscrapers in Downtown Atlanta surrounded us.
“That will make it even more interesting and that much more sexy.”
“Mm.” I moaned as he licked between my cleavage to clear up the champagne he had poured there.
His finger gently rubbed my nipple in tight circles until it was so tender that it hurt. He closed his lips around it, and the cool sensation from the champagne and a balmy night breeze elicited heat and passion inside of me that shot straight to my pussy.
“Chris,” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, sucking my nipple even harder.
“I need you now.”
“Out here? Like this?” he asked, rubbing my other nipple.
“No. Someone might see us,” I disputed.
“That’s the only way I wanna bring the New Year in though.”
“Ohh, Chris.”
He dragged my dress up around my hips and slipped his hands between my thighs. I tried to push them back out, but his strength forced them apart. When his long, index finger slid across my slick heat, I was on the verge of breaking down and giving him everything that he wanted.
“You haven’t had any panties on all night long in this short ass dress?”
“I thought you might like that.”
“But I didn’t know. You never told me.”
“I dropped hints.” I moaned as he bit my nipple and slid a finger inside of me. “Mmm.”
He pulled his finger out and sucked it. “So delicious.” Christian kneeled in front of me and pressed my thighs apart with his hand. I lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder.
“Mm. Just the way that I want you. Wet and hot.” He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them into his mouth.
“Chris, when you do stuff like that, you make me want to give you everything you’re asking for.”
“Good, because I’m asking for a lot.” He parted my lower lips, pressed his mouth against me, and took a long lick with his thick tongue. My body grew hot with fever. I burned inside with desire for Christian, and only his body could quench the fire that consumed me.
He slowly dragged his tongue through my folds as he toyed with my clitoris. His eyes remained on me as he pleasured me; at the same time, he stoked the fire within me.
My hips jerked forward, and my hands rested on his head. I realized that Christian was right. This was the perfect way to bring in the New Year. But I also realized that I wanted so much more. I needed him deep inside me when that peach dropped.
I pushed at his head, but he wouldn’t move. “Chris, baby, stop.”
His tongue twirled inside of me, and I jerked forward again, gripping his head. I gyrated and moaned, lost in his consumption of me. Moments later, I recalled what I was supposed to be doing. My fingers dug into his scalp as I tried pushing him away one more time. “Chris, please.”
He groaned inside of me, thoroughly slaking me with his tongue.
“No, baby. Not this way. I want what you needed.”
He pulled back with his eyes hanging low. “The hell are you talking about, woman? Don’t tell me that you don’t feel good,” he whispered, pumping his fingers inside of me.
“No, I need you inside of me. That peach is gonna drop soon.”
He stood, grabbed my hair, and jerked my head back. Christian covered my mouth with the deepest kiss, and my heart raced with excitement over what I felt for him and anxiety that the peach would drop without us being connected.
It wasn’t just about the sex for a release. It was about being physically connected with him in a way that bonded our souls and made us one forever.
I slid my hands between us and unzipped his pants as he licked around the inside of my mouth. I felt like I scored a touchdown when my hands nestled around his thick, powerful erection. His skin was hot and smooth, but I wondered how it would feel inside of me.
I pulled back and gritted out a command. “Inside me. Now!”
He chuckled, grabbed his erection, and lifted my leg. I wrapped it around his back, and he slid inside my folds.
“Ohh, shit, Chris.”
He dragged his lips from my mouth to my neck, where he nipped me. My head hung back as my back pressed against the balcony. Oh shit. I could see the couple in the room next door on their balcony. The man stood behind her, and she had her phone held high as she recorded the city beyond us.
Christian pulled out of me.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I stammered.
He spun me around to face the street and smacked my ass. “We came here to see the peach drop, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s watch that peach.”
He gripped my hips and slid back into me again.
“Oh!” I squealed when he hit me at a deep angle with a hard thrust. The couple next to us turned around and leaned further out to see us.
“Aww shit, baby. That’s what we should’ve been doing,” the man shouted.
“Baby, maybe we should let them have their privacy.”
I didn’t give a shit what they were saying. He was thrusting deeper inside of me, and that was all I cared about. Thankfully, they couldn’t see my private parts from the angle Christian had me. They could only tell what we were doing. The man jerked her away as Christian shoved inside of me again.
“I have to cum,” I moaned.
“Come on, baby.”
The sounds of people starting to count down could be heard all around us from the street below and on the balconies around us, and above us.
“You feel so good.” He grunted in my ear as his fingers dug into my waist.
He gyrated his hips as they continued counting down. I pushed back against him and squeezed my pussy around him.
“Aww, baby. That’s it. Work it.”
His whispers grew harsher, and his pumps grew faster and wilder. I reached behind me and gripped his nuts. I knew that he was about to cum. I pressed against him and gyrated hard until he groaned louder.
“Three . . . two . . . one! Happy New Year!” People shouted all around us.
I felt Christian releasing his seed inside of me. It was hot and slippery. I released all over him as my fingers clenched the concrete wall tightly. My knees grew weak, and he pulled me back up and against him again.
“Happy New Year, baby.”
Christian pulled out of me. I spun around in his arms and looped my arms around his neck. “Happy New Year, sweetheart. I love you, Chris.”
“I love you the most, sweet girl.”
We kissed long and hard, forgetting about everything going on around us. When his slightly limp, sticky dick hit my thigh, I pulled back and laughed.
“Okay, I’m not sure if it was a fantasy or what, but can we go in now? I’m sure our neighbors in the room next door have seen more of our body parts than they care to,” I stated.
Christian smirked and spun me around..
“Let’s go,” Christian stated.
The decision that Jeremiah made to leave me a few years ago almost broke me at the time.
But I had come to learn that when one door closed, God had a greater door with brighter blessings in store.
Some things just weren’t meant for me, and while I thought they were, I now realized that I had been forcing something that wasn’t meant to be.
All along, my true gift was standing right in my face, and I couldn’t see it because I was focused on what was never mine. I was smarter, wiser, and stronger because of what I had been through, and I had no regrets.