Grant
It’s just about midnight when I hear the footsteps on the gravel outside my RV. The door opens loudly in the otherwise silent room. When I look up, she’s standing in my tiny living room, looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face.
“You just don’t listen,” I whisper, and she smiles. Reclining on my pillow with one arm behind my head, I watch her as she slips out of her shoes and pulls her hoodie over her head. Then she’s crawling across my bed in just her underwear and bra, and I scoop her up, pulling her body under the warm covers with me.
“It’s Christmas,” she whispers.
“Well, then. Merry Christmas.”
I run my hands down her back from her shoulder to her panties, running my fingers under the hem. I slide them down her legs. She shimmies quickly out until she’s naked in my bed. Her hands trace the lines of my pecs down to my abs and the crease that disappears into my boxers.
Then, she’s on her knees, straddling my body and pulling my boxers down. My cock springs free, ready for her.
“Come here,” I whisper, pulling her down so I can kiss her. Her lips are soft, and our kiss grows hungrier and hungrier. She takes my hands and presses them against her breasts, encouraging me to knead them, letting out a sweet mew when I do.
She sits up, letting the Christmas lights outside glow against her skin through the window.
“I want to ride your cock, ,” she whispers, and my heart skips a beat. Audrey can take the dirtiest thing and somehow make it beautiful.
“It’s all yours now, baby.”
She bites her lip, looking at me as she shifts her hips back and forth over my length. I suddenly realize that she may have never done this position on top before.
“Have you ever been on top before?”
Still biting her lip, she shakes her head. My cock twitches. This whole weekend, Audrey has been trying to learn to speak up, take what she wants, stop doing what everyone else expects of her. And now what better way to celebrate that than by taking exactly what she wants from me, from my body.
Gently, I lift her hips and align myself at her core. Slowly, she settles herself on my length, and I watch her face as her lips part and her gaze softens. She slides herself down until I’m as deep as I can go, and for a moment she doesn’t move. She’s so warm and tight around me that I want to just hold her here in this spot forever.
But watching her face as she grinds her hips down on me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love seeing her face as she explores how different this position feels, all the new spots it hits. She chases her pleasure, finding what feels good, and using my body to get herself off.
With my hands soft on her body, I let her move to her own rhythm, and when I hear her breath start to hitch and her eyes fall closed with her head hanging back, I know she’s about to climax. I noticed how much she liked me to play with her nipples, so I softly pinch one in one hand while the other draws hard circles around her clit.
“Come on my cock, Audrey. It’s all yours.”
Soft, short moans escape her lips as she grinds, and I have to bite my lip just to keep from coming before she’s done.
When she finally starts to seize up, a husky gasp escaping her lips, I jerk my hips upward, fucking her even harder until I finally let go and fill her up.
She’s biting back her screams, so I grab her face and cover her mouth with mine, muffling her cries.
“God, I love you,” I whisper after we’ve both come down. She collapses onto my chest with a smile.
“Merry Christmas,” she replies in a pant.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” I gently kiss her forehead and nestle her against my body on the pillow. Opening her eyes in the darkness, she looks at me, and a smile creeps across my face. She looks like she’s about to fall asleep, and I know I should send her back to bed, to avoid pissing off Mel anymore than she already is. But having her in my arms feels too right.
So when she drifts off to sleep, curled up in my arms, I let myself drift too.
Audrey
I sneak back to the house bed before anyone is up. Waking up in ’s arms was perfection, pure warmth and comfort. But I didn’t wake him as I crawled out of the bed. Instead of going back to my bed, I curl up on the couch, watching the twinkle of the lights on the tree.
Before long, the whole house begins to stir, people coming out of their bedrooms. My mother and Roger are the only two who currently know about me and . The rest will know today though.
Coffee brews, and everyone starts to gather in the living room around the Christmas tree. Watching the door, I wait impatiently for him to come in. I hope he doesn’t stay in the RV all day, and just when I’m about to go out to get him, it opens and he walks through. Freshly showered in a flannel shirt and jeans, he looks like perfection. His eyes find me first, a subtle smile on his face.
After he gets a cup of coffee, he sits in the chair opposite me. Everyone is acting so normal, it’s almost eerie. I don’t quite know how to come out with it, if I should just announce that I’m not going back to school and going with instead or if I should just sneak off with him tonight without saying anything to my family.
We all begin opening presents. After most of the living room is covered in wrapping paper, and everyone is distracted, passes me a present. It looks like an 8x10 frame wrapped in gold paper. I eye him skeptically, and I notice the way my brother and grandmother are watching. It would be strange for him to get me a present, and I know they must be thinking the same thing.
Tearing open the paper, I find a painting from the artist’s booth at the market we saw yesterday. A smile stretches across my face. It’s a watercolor of a lake at sunset, and it’s breathtaking.
Looking up at him, I suddenly can’t help myself. Crossing the living room, I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I know exactly where we can hang it,” he answers.
Then, I kiss him, and distantly I hear a small gasp as the room quiets. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
People are going to have opinions about our relationship, but I don’t care. makes me feel good, and that’s all that matters.