School ReYOUnion

Chapter Thirty

You know that feeling of sensing when someone is watching you while you are just beginning to wake? Well, it's that very feeling, that knowingness, that's making me want to open my heavy and sleepy eyelids. Looking all hazy and distorted, I wake to a closed-mouth smile from Mitch. As his handsomeness swims more into focused view, his smile gorgeously begins to grow more across his face. "Merry Christmas, beautiful."

In all honesty, I can't say I am feeling very beautiful this morning. After leaving Hetty and Will's at an entirely respectable hour, Mitch and I then welcomed in our first Christmas Day together at the stroke of midnight, with a bottle of Bailey's that I had thought was a really good idea to drink at the time. That good idea, was an exceedingly bad idea. "Merry Christmas." I mumble, as a mumble is just about all that is willing to come from out of my parched throat.

"Here." Like the thoughtful boyfriend that he is, Mitch hands to me a fresh glass of water.

With a weak grip, I bring the water to my mouth. Sipping it slowly, I begin smacking my lips together. "Next time I suggest opening up a bottle of Bailey's, please don't let me drink it into the stupid early hours." I half mumble, half whine to Mitch. Laughing softly, he then moves in to kiss me. Grimacing, I hold him back with my hand upon the nakedness of his chest. "And please don't kiss me, I probably have morning breath that's just like roadkill." Again, I'm smacking my lips together.

But Mitch completely ignores me, by planting a single, lingering kiss onto the whole of my mouth. His lips are warm against my cool ones, and his arms are just as warm and comforting. "Shall we start again, Miss Grumpy?" He's rubbing his nose against mine, wearing a lazy smile on the lovely fullness of those warm and inviting lips of his.

Embarrassed, my chin dips. "I feel like something has died in my mouth."

Mitch lifts up my dipped-down chin, grinning while he does. "So do I, but a little roadkill breath isn't going to stop me from wanting to kiss my beautiful girlfriend on our first Christmas Day morning together." He then removes the glass of water from between my fingers, gently putting it on the bedside table before he leans forward to kiss me again. But this kiss is now deeper, more demanding.

Still sleepy, a dizzying rush of adrenaline begins to reach all of my dozy veins. Beneath Mitch's body, our mouths unite with longing and unite with desire. This kiss, is now very much singing in my wide-awake veins. Mitch is sensually moving his mouth over mine, devouring more of its softness, while his hands are being persuasive and inviting more of my flesh to be gripped by his firm fingertips. "I love you." Comes out from between his greedy kiss, as nothing but a sweetly hushed declaration to me. "I love you so much." Now, he's kissing the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat.

I'm now fully awake.

Fully aroused.

With the magnificence of Mitch completely on top of me.

My hands begin their slow and appreciative trail down his back, caressing every god-like muscle of it and every sculpted curve. While my fingers are happily taunting his skin, my bare hips and my narrow waist start to brazenly buck forward. "I love you, Mitch. I love all of you." Stilling myself beneath him, my eyes start searching for his. Once they find what they are looking for, my stare on Mitch becomes glazed with a feminine, horny need. "All of you." Is so wilfully and softly stated while my waist and hips thrust more against him, urging that all of him does exactly what my body achingly now needs it to do.

Somewhere between the Bailey's and those earliest of Christmas morning hours, I know that we also had fun and clumsy drunken sex, but now, we both ache for the clarity and the fulfilment of a far more sober kind of love making. Under my breasts, my heart now pounds for Mitch, while down between my legs, it throbs for what is to come. With tender insertion, Mitch slowly begins to fill me with his unhurried thickness. He is filling me and tracing his fingertips across my lips as he gently does so. The action is done with adoration and with lust. It's all there, in his mellow blue eyes; bathing me with the luminous affection and need that he so obviously feels inside. Positioned just above of me, Mitch's stare is now locked onto my eyes while he lazily rocks his hips from one sensual side to the other. It's a tantalising to and fro, pushed with a delectable deepness that causes soft gasps of pleasure to run from my throat. My arms and legs start clinging to him, readying themselves for all of that rocking to intensify. I want to be ready for every inch of Mitch, every pushing and pulsing inch of him that's so passionately hard inside of me.