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“I told your dad I’d take care of you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as we move together. “But we’re still keeping this our secret for now.”
I nod, my head resting against his chest, and for the first time today, I feel like everything is going to be okay. We’re in this together, and right now, with York holding me close as the snow falls gently around us, it feels like nothing can touch us.
It’s late as I sneak into the garage. “York,” I whisper-yell, my eyes searching for the one man I can’t get enough of. It’s becoming our nighttime ritual.
This is the third night in a row I’ve met him here after everyone has gone to bed, and I’m loving every second of our time together.
“I’m here,” he says, stalking closer to me. “And I need to do something.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, what?”
He pushes me onto the table behind me, leaning me back as he quickly discards my pajamas and panties. “I need to eat this pussy out before I die.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as I lay back, my legs falling open. “Oh, York.” A girl could get used to this kind of treatment, but I don’t want to think about a future outside of this holiday season.
When I go back to school. When York goes back to his hockey career. I’m sure we’ll fizzle out quicker than a soda left out too long.
I push the negativity away as York’s mouth makes contact with my most private parts. “Oh my,” I cry out, slapping a hand over my mouth to quiet myself down.
York lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re going to have to keep it down, Noelle.”
I squirm a little. “I know, but I don’t want to.”
“Tomorrow we’ll go somewhere more private. Promise. But tonight you have to keep it down.”
I nod, leaning my head back to rest along the table as York continues his assault on me. I’ve never had anyone do this to me before, and now I realize how much I’ve been missing out on.
Actually, no. I’m sure theonlyreason it feels good is because York is a master at it. I mean, the man should teach classes.
Actually, no again. He shouldn’t. He should keep his skills under wraps, and only ever use them on me.
Those pesky thoughts of the future try to creep into my consciousness, but before I can really think too long or hard about it, York does this thing with his tongue, and I nearly buck off the table.
“What the hell…” I moan out, my hands flying through his hair, keeping him in place so he’ll do that little trick one more time.
“Yeah, you like that, huh?”
“Yes, please.” I grind my hips against his face, bringing myself even closer to his mouth. “So good.”
“You’re definitely on the naughty list this year, Noelle.”
“Good,” I whisper. “I want to stay on it forever, then.” At the mention of forever, York pauses briefly, and I wish I could retract the word.
He recovers quickly, tackling my pussy like an architect with a detailed blueprint. He keeps lapping at my heated skin, licking, nibbling, along my clit.
I’m gripping him tightly, unable to let go. Never wanting to let go either.
I don’t know what the future holds, but all I know is I won’t be able to survive it.
Chapter 19
York
I dive face first between Noelle’s thighs, burying myself in the scent of her. The taste of her pussy on my lips as I push a finger deep inside her.
“I love this pussy,” I tell her. At this rate I want to tell her I love everything about her. Hell, I might even love her too, but I keep it simple for now.
No need ruining the moment with the ‘L’ word. I don’t know how she feels. She’s younger than me by a lot, and I know she has to return to college after the holidays.