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  Cupping her chin, I turn her face to me, nudging her arm so it falls to her side. My tongue darts out and runs across the seam of her lips, the puff of her gasp fanning out between us.

  “You would’ve what, Cecelia? You would’ve let me do this to you?”

  I kiss her. Hard. With all the desire I’ve saved for years and years and years.

  Our mouths connect with consuming need. I slant my mouth and the opening she leaves allows my tongue to sweep in, rolling and exploring; claiming what I’ve wanted again for so long.

  When our mouths part, she’s panting laboriously and my erection throbs in the juncture between her thighs. It wants in. It wants what it couldn’t have all those years ago.

  We kiss some more, each time our lips touch, the more frenzied we become. My hand caresses the softness along the inside of her thighs, as I nudge her legs open and find her wet center.

  I skim the edge of her panties with my fingertips, relishing in the tiny gasps she makes every time I run it over her center. Just like my fantasy.

  “Tell me, Ceece. What would’ve you have let me do you?”

  Her eyebrows furrow as I pull away, as if she’s suddenly remembering where we are and what we’re doing. Like she’s coming to from a deep, fevered dream.

  “I would’ve given you everything, Jase. Every. Single. Thing.”

  I collapse on top of her, my face in the crook of her neck and I bite the sweet flesh of her collarbone. My groan is pained and raw, as if she’s carved me open like the way the turkey was sliced at dinner.

  CC turns into me, wrapping a leg around my waist so I’m pressed into her warmth, my cock growing savagely hungry to be inside that sweet center. Her fingers plunge into my hair and she lifts my face to hers.

  “We had a false start with our first kiss, Jase. It wasn’t our time back then, even though my teenage heart wanted it so much. But if you want it now, I’m all yours. You can have all of me.”

  Fuuuuuuck, yes.

  Chapter Five

  I try to remember the reasons I walked away from CC the first time.

  Sure, we were young, and I was heading to bootcamp and then likely shipped off overseas. My life would’ve been at risk and leaving behind a high school girl with a long-distance relationship between us would have been a recipe for disaster.

  And then there was Chris – my best friend and her brother. I wasn’t about to tell him back then that I had a thing for his sister. No fucking way.

  But none of that matters any longer. Cecelia is an adult and able to make her own decisions. All my previous excuses are moot points and I’m about to make her mine.

  CC’s lips part again and she’s softly stroking my hair, murmuring sweet and dirty things into my ear. A different and new kind of energy unfolds and buzzes between us. As if the walls of the past have disintegrated and all that’s left is the fascination of what’s to come.

  Her heel digs into my ass as I rock my hips into her, establishing friction and ownership. Both of us saying without words, this is mine. My fingers graze the underside of her breast, as I gently brush the tip of her nipple. Her reaction is pure lust and part desperation, her fingernails digging into my scalp.

  “That feels so good,” she mewls, and I pinch the tight peak with my fingers. “I hate to say it, but we don’t have a lot of time. We gotta make this count before someone comes home and finds us.”

  I chuckle at the thought. “You think your parents would retract their invitation for me to come back for Christmas?”

  “Pretty sure that would be the case. But I’d still let you sneak in and slide down my chimney, Santa baby.”

  The innuendo is naughty, and I love that Cecelia has a dirty mind. My finger toys with the edge of her panties, rolling over the sensitive bundle of nerves just underneath the cotton panel. While I’d love to continue teasing her, she’s right. There’s no way of knowing when the family will be back, so we need to keep things moving, no matter how much I want to savor it all.

  Edging underneath her panties, I slide a finger through her wet folds, enunciated by a sharp intake of CC’s breath. Reaching for the tip of her earlobe, I snap my teeth around it and bite, then soothe it with a wet glide of my tongue to mimic the movement of my finger at her clit.

  Swirling and flicking, her body tenses underneath me. My finger plunges inside her snugness and she lets out a sultry acknowledgement.

  “Yes. Jase, yes.”

  Her walls clench around my lone finger, the slick sounds will forever be looped in my brain as the soundtrack of this holiday. I add another finger, curling it up in search of her g-spot. I want her to go off like skyrockets, send her into an orbit with such force that she’s blissed out for days.

  I know I’ll be blissed out for days.

  “I’m getting close, Jase,” she pants, as I increase my efforts. “I want you inside me when I come.”

  She doesn’t have to ask me twice. But then it dawns on me that I don’t have a condom with me. Not exactly something I was thinking about bringing as a guest to a family holiday dinner.

  I pause my movement and look around the room wide-eyed, as CC squints at me with a disconcerted look.

  “What is it? Did you hear something?”

  Shaking my head, I shift to the side to give myself a moment to think straight.

  “Uh, I don’t have a condom with me. Do you think Chris has one hidden somewhere in his room?”

  CC giggles and points her finger down. “Box underneath the bed. Hurry.”

  It’s difficult, but not impossible, to move quickly with an erection. But I do it with as much finesse as I can muster, jumping off the bed and dropping to my knees to scrounge around under the bed. I stall for only a second, wondering why she has protection in her bedroom, while she’s been living on a college campus for the last two years.

  I root around with my arm underneath the bed skirt in search of this box. My hand hits something that resembles a shoebox and I pull it out to inspect it.

  The cover is a bit dusty and is decorated with stickers and doodles. Something a high school girl would’ve created as a keepsake. Opening the lid, I find keepsakes and trinkets, folded up notes and old photos. One in particular catches my eyes and I pull it out to inspect it.

  The picture is from years before. Possibly when CC was still in middle school, by the look of her metal-filled smile and hairstyle. And then I look to where her eyes and smile are aimed. CC is smiling at me in the picture, sitting on the couch between her and Chris, my arms wrapped around both of their shoulders. She’s smiling at me with an over-abundance of adolescent love. The realization punches me in the gut.

  How had I never seen it before?

  She clearly didn’t hide it, but I was so wrapped up in my own world, utterly oblivious to her affections. Granted, she was probably thirteen when this picture was taken, and I was fifteen with my sights on girls my own age.

  Her voice from above prompts me back to my task. Finding the square packet, I take the condom and return the photo to the box. I’ll have to bring it up later.

  I pop back up to find Cecelia spread out on the bed, completely naked, her hand between her legs.

  The sight of her touching herself makes me wonder if she ever did that as a teenager as she thought about me?

  Oh hell.

  Everything else, including reminiscing about the past and wondering what teenage CC fantasized about, will have to wait until later.

  Right now, I’m ready to make some new adult memories together.

  Chapter Six

  I wanted to be bold. To prove to Jase that I wasn’t the same little girl he used to know.

  While I may have had a school girl crush and fantasy over Jase in the past, I am now older and wiser. An almost twenty-one-year old college girl who wants nothing more than to offer myself to him.

  I want to be his dessert with the cherry on top.

  Jase returns to the bed and drops the condom next to me, his eyes never leaving my body. While
he was on the ground, I took off all my remaining clothes and began to finger myself. I squirm under his lust-filled gaze that scans over my erect nipples, down to my belly button as I suck in my tummy that’s fluttering on the inside.

  And then his eyes land on my bare pussy to find my fingers circling my clit, flicking the bundle of nerves that need release and pleasure. The look on his face is priceless and exactly what I was going for.

  He looks like a man who’s been dying of hunger who just came upon a feast.

  Jase unbuttons his pants and removes his t-shirt in that sexy way guys do. It’s a shame to have him remove his dress uniform, because damn, he is fine. But seeing Jase naked is like staring at the old Roman statues of naked warriors. All the hard-packed muscle that he’s built over the years, the carved artwork across his shoulders, biceps and chest like marble.

  “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” The deep vibrato of his voice sends a thrill up my spine.

  I toy at my entrance and bite my lip, my finger painting a swath along the sculpted-mass of his pecs, wisps of coarse hair tickling my fingertips.

  “Wow,” I lamely mutter, my mouth suddenly parched and in need of moisture.

  He hovers over me and my legs automatically part to grant him access. He picks up the condom wrapper and tears it open with his teeth with a growl. I watch, enthralled at his movements, as he rolls it over his hard flesh.

  His fingers graze my entrance, as he bends down to suck on my sensitive nipple. His tongue passes over it with a lick and my pussy clenches in response.

  “Are you ready for me, Cecelia?”

  Yes, I’ve been ready for years.

  I nod without speaking, because I’m afraid if I do, I’d give myself away. I’d open myself up for judgment over how ridiculous I’ve been dreaming about Jase all these years.

  But then again, he said he’s been dreaming of me, too.

  He looks down my body from his perch on top of me and stares at the space between us. My gaze follows his to see the round head of his cock nudging my entrance.

  The heat between us rises a thousand degrees and I wrap my arm around his broad shoulders, delighting in the sensation of his muscles flexing under my touch.

  And then he pushes in with a hoarse roar, his arms straining at our sides and his torso lifting in a cobra position. He opens his eyes and they bore into me with such intensity that I have to close mine to keep the tears at bay.

  “Look at me, Cecelia. I want you to watch me fuck you. I need you to tell me if it’s what you’ve always imagined it would be.”

  I suck in another breath, opening my eyes to see his beautiful, taut body move into mine. Connecting in ways that feel dangerously good. His thrusts are slow and calculated, but I want more. I want it hard and fast.

  I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. “Faster.”

  His head drops with a guttural sound from his chest. He moves a hand underneath my leg and pulls it up so my knee is near my armpit, giving him leverage and offering him room to move.

  “Is this what you want, little girl?”

  “Oh my God, yes!”

  There’s such a distinct difference between the soft bed underneath my back and the hard, hot body on top of me. I moan loudly as his length sinks into me deeper, hitting a spot never before touched.

  I clasp my grip tighter into his backside, skimming down his back to find purchase at his ass. When I dig my nails into his taut, hard buns, he grunts out a pure masculine response.

  My body is on the verge of something big, my skin vibrating with need and desire swelling up inside me. The drag of Jases’s cock inside of me, the fullness of him, has me clenching my thighs tighter as I climb higher and higher, ready to jump off that steep ledge and into the pool of pleasure.

  The next time he rocks against me, he rotates his hips in the sexiest move I’ve ever seen, as he bottoms out and hits the spot that sends me shooting toward the stars. I still my hips as the orgasm rips through me, heels digging into his powerful thighs, my head thrown back against the pillow. The throbbing ache between my legs erupts with wave after wave of joyous ecstasy.

  I shatter beautifully. The first orgasm I’ve ever had with a man.

  With the boy I’ve dreamed about since I was a girl.

  And let me tell you, Jase Lathrop in real life is a thousand times better than any of my teenage fantasies.

  Opening my eyes again, the rush and static in my ears slowly subsiding, I see the cords of his neck straining with tension, as he pants out non-sensical words. Jase continues pounding into me with rapid, shallow thrusts, each one sending aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through my body.

  And then he goes still – as if the world has stopped rotating - his breath caught within his lungs until he trembles and releases with a loud, hot masculine noise.

  Jase drops down to his side, pulling out of me as he does. A lazy, satisfied smile plays across his lips and I find myself tracing my finger over the curve. He playfully bites my finger.

  I shriek with delight, pulling my finger away with a giggle. But he’s quick and grabs at it, returning it to his lips where he kisses the pad and sucks it into his wet mouth, his tongue licking and lapping at it sensually.

  Oh God, I am so whipped over Jase.

  This probably means nothing more to him than just a quick holiday fuck. A convenient hookup while he’s on leave. He’s eaten his fill of turkey and dressing, and I’m just the second helping of dessert before he hits the road.

  Without a word, Jase gets up and heads to the adjoining bathroom as I scramble to get out of my head and get dressed as fast as I can. I’m dressed and bouncing my knee nervously by the time Jase returns to find me sitting on the edge of the bed.

  I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he dresses and then he gets down on his hands and knees and riffles under the bed. When he gets back up, he has something in his hand.

  Curious as to what he’s holding, I pull the photo from his fingers and curse myself for ever keeping this in my memories box.

  My excuse is a lame cover-up, as I stammer to find a perfectly good explanation. “It was just puppy love. A dumb crush on my older brother’s best friend.”

  I try to keep the truth from slipping through my shaky voice. But it doesn’t work. I’ve never been a good liar and Jase sees right through it.

  He yanks the photo from my grasp and waves it in front of me. “Really? So how you felt about this kid in the picture means nothing to you now?”

  The truth is so obvious that I have to turn away to keep my expression hidden. I don’t want him to see how much he still means to me, especially now after we’ve hooked up.

  Jase guides my attention back to him with a finger to my chin.

  “Look at me, Cecelia. That guy in this picture was a dumbass at fifteen. And an even bigger idiot at eighteen. He didn’t know anything about the real world. He was young and dumb. But I can assure you, I’m not that same guy now. And you’re not the same idolizing girl. You’re a smart, strong, sexy and confident woman now.”

  I blush under the weight of his compliment. Honestly, I still feel the same way that little girl did with her teenage crush. Only now, my heart is flayed wide open.

  Jase leans in and kisses me gently. Sweetly.

  “The woman in front of me now has done something to me no one else has ever done.”

  “What’s that?” I ask, hoping for the answer I want to hear, but guarding my heart against something that might break it.

  He reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers together.

  “Everything about you, Cecelia, gets me whipped up. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else but you.”

  “Oh…” I gasp, drawing my hand to cover my mouth.

  He chuckles, his chest rumbling with a low sound as he pulls me into his warm embrace, my face nuzzling into his chest.

  “Maybe that’s why dessert is always saved ‘til after dinner. It’s saving the best for last. And you’re it for me, CC.
You were worth waiting for.”

  The End

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  “Come on baby. For old times’ sake, let me eat my dessert before we have dinner.”

  I giggle and place my hand at Jase’s chest, shoving him away from the counter where I’m making my homemade whipped topping for the pumpkin pie.

  “Now, now. Be a good boy and let me finish what I’m doing and then maybe you’ll get some before we leave.”

  It’s already two p.m. and we’re supposed to be over at my parents’ house by three o’clock today for Thanksgiving dinner. The pumpkin pie sits out on the counter to cool and I still have to finish my hair and make-up before we leave.

  But Jase makes it nearly impossible for me to be on time with his roaming hands and the way he places kisses in all the sensitive spots he’s found over the last year that drive me wild. And he’s not very good at being told no.

  I turn back around to add more sugar to the white frothy topping, dipping my finger in for a taste.

  “Am I going to get some of that?” Jase asks, his warm, minty breath hitting my neck and the length of his hard cock pressing firmly into the crack of my ass.

  I indulge him with another drag of my finger through the flavorful concoction, offering it to him for a taste. I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat as he sensually sucks my finger into his mouth, swirling his talented tongue around the tip.

  “Mmm. Yeah, baby, that’s sweet. But not as sweet as it would taste between your legs.”

  With strong hands placed at my hips, he spins me around to face him and then he drops to my feet. I think he’s about to nuzzle his nose into my crotch – which would be so very hot – but instead, he brings something out from behind his back.

  Oh my God. What the…

  “Don’t get that panicked look,” he winks, holding the box out between us. “I know we haven’t really talked about marriage and that you need to finish college first. But that doesn’t stop me from promising myself to you.”