Sprinkle All The Way (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 15

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NOAH

My lips are on hers in a second and it’s like my whole world is changing in slow motion.

This kiss isn’t fast and passionate like I thought our first kiss would be, but slow and sensual. I want to take my time with her, cupping her jaw with both of my hands and keeping her fused to me. The tips of my fingers find their home in her hair as I devour her soft lips.

Running my tongue over her lip, I can’t help but need to taste more of her. I don’t know if she’s going to give me more than this, and I want to taste every part of her while I have the chance. She opens to me without any question, and the second our tongues touch she lets out a moan that travels through my body straight to my dick.

She pushes into the kiss to get closer to me without taking her lips off mine. With the push of her tongue against mine, I move my hands down her body and to her hips until soft skin above her leggings greets me. Gripping her hips, I lift her onto my lap.

Our lips part when she lets out a small yelp, letting me guide her to where I need as both of our blankets fall to the side. Her hands fall to my shoulders as her knees bracket my legs but she doesn’t sit fully. Instead, she hovers above me, staring at me as I stop myself from burying my face between her now eye-level breasts that are moving with the fast pace of her heavy breathing. I’m not sure if this is really happening right now, but I don’t want it to stop.

She’s got the same shocked expression that I’m sure is on my face. But the second our eyes lock all the shock fades away as her blue eyes light up and her lips break out in a grin that wrinkles the corner of her eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of doing this,” I admit through a disbelieving laugh as I guide her to sit fully on my lap, dropping my head and letting a groan out as she settles over my dick. The friction of her weight and all our clothes is just what I need at this moment.

“Me too,” she says before grabbing my face in her hands and pulling me to her. This time the kiss is less reserved as she slips her tongue into my mouth and nips at my lips.

I guide her hips to move over me and she listens, rocking against my erection. When she moans into my mouth my balls tighten and I encourage her to move faster. I haven’t touched myself to the thought of her since the morning in the shower, which might have been a bad decision since I don’t know how much longer I can last with her like this.

“Violet,” I gasp between kisses. She slows her movements but not her mouth as she moves to kiss along my jaw.

“Yeah?” she asks, and I can feel her smile against my skin. Her fingers scrape along the back of my neck, sending a full body shiver down my spine as I try not to thrust between her legs.

“If we keep going I’m going to come in my pants,” I admit to her, and I’m not embarrassed at how close she has me. She could stand there and I would be three seconds away from losing it.

“Okay,” she says through another grin and nip at my jaw, sprinkling kisses along my cheek and back to my mouth as she picks up her pace.

“Okay? Not okay, I want you to come with me,” I tell her. We’ve waited so long to have each other and if this is the only time I get to kiss her I want to leave both of us satisfied.

“Too bad,” she giggles, and I want to be mad about it but her giggle has so much power over me that I would do anything she wanted. She bites my lip before sucking it into her mouth, and I realize I’m still guiding her hips over me.

I finally give into the inevitable conclusion, shifting her on my lap to get her right where I need. She moans and I capture it with my mouth, tasting every inch of her mouth and letting her sounds fill my veins. She moves over me and I’m suddenly in high school again, about to come in my pants on a couch with a hot girl on top of me.

With every rock against my dick I’m closer to the edge, unable to focus on kissing her and letting the feeling of her here with me take over and overwhelm me. Violet holds my head in place with her nails in my hair and her forehead against mine. My moans and her panting fill the space between where our mouths hang open.

Everything is so right and so real, but the second she gasps my name I lose it. The orgasm is anything but calm as it crashes into me, sending me spilling into my pants. It’s one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

After what seems like years, I open my eyes to see her smug face grinning at me, no doubt proud she was able to unravel me at her touch without taking off any of my clothes .

“Wait, what about you?” I ask through my heavy breathing, running my hands from her hips to her knees.

“Give me one second,” she says, grinning at me with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

I’m frozen in a post orgasm haze watching as she reaches into her leggings. I can’t see what she’s doing, but her hand moves quickly rubbing against me through our clothes as she gets herself off on my lap. She drops her head back, and I tighten my grip on her knees to keep her in place above me. Her breasts heave and her neck is so bare that I want to leave my mark there later. It’s not long until her legs start shaking and she’s screaming as her orgasm hits her.

I burn this image of her mouth open, cheeks flushed, taking her pleasure on my lap with me at her mercy. If I died tonight, I would have no regrets.

“Fucking beautiful,” I decide to not keep my thoughts to myself as she looks at me, smile wide and lipstick smeared. I hope it’s covering me.

“You too,” she giggles, leaning forward to kiss me one more time before hopping off my lap. “I should probably walk home though. I told my mom I would be back tonight and I don’t want her waiting for me.”

“You’re not walking home alone,” I tell her. “I’ll go with you.” Her house is only a few minutes from here, but it’s late out now and the movie credits are the only sound filling the apartment.

“No way, then you’ll have to come back alone,” she lets a yawn slip past her lips while shaking her head.

“You’re not walking if I’m not going with you,” I say firmly.

“Fine,” she huffs, standing and leaving the room.

“Where are you going?” I call after her.

“To bed, I’m tired. I’ll text my mom,” she calls from the direction of my bedroom .

She might be trying to kill me, because when I enter my bedroom she’s already located one of my shirts and she’s pulling it over her head. Her legs are bare and I see the pile of her clothes discarded on the floor. All I can do is watch her as she moves around my room like she lives here as she climbs into my bed. I’m embarrassed I didn’t make the bed and there are dirty clothes scattered all over the room.

“You can’t be serious,” I groan.

“It’s not a big deal. We used to sleep next to each other all the time,” she says, adjusting the sheets and fluffing one of the pillows.

“Those were separate beds,” I remind her. I don’t know how well sleeping next to her after what we just did will go. It’s going to take everything in me to stop myself from pulling her against me and fucking her all night until she needs help standing. But as much as I need to get lost in her body, I don’t want us to move too fast and screw this thing up now that we’ve crossed the friendship line.

“Sorry, do you want me to move to the couch?” Her face flushes and she stops all movement.

“No, I can take the couch. I need to clean up first though,” I laugh, gesturing to my crotch where there is clearly a mark from our activities.

“Right, sorry. But really I can sleep on the couch,” she stutters, dropping the pillow and moving to leave the room.

“Vi,” I say, grabbing her arm as she passes me. She stops, staring at me and I desperately want to know what’s running through her mind. “You don’t have to be sorry about anything,” I reassure her. “I have no regrets about tonight. Only that we should have done it sooner.”

That gets a laugh out of her as the worry leaves her face and her eyebrows become unpinched.

“I’m fine sharing the bed if you are, we’re adults, right?” I suggest, hoping to ease her into my bed even if it means I might not get any sleep.

“Okay, but I have to pee first,” she nods, leaving the room and heading to the bathroom. I watch her turn the light on and spin to face me. “I don’t have any regrets either,” she tells me before shutting the door and I realize I’m in for a long night.