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When their lips finally met it was a frenzy. Lillian’s fingers grazed the skin of his abdomen between the hem of his shirt and his sweats. His muscles jumped at the contact, and he groaned stepping even closer to her.

Every move of their lips had small sounds escaping her, making Brayden’s ear roar and echo until it was all he could hear. He couldn’t get close enough. His hands found their way down her backside until he hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Brayden laid her down on her bed gently, resting between her thighs. His tongue darting out to feel and taste her endlessly. Never breaking contact, he hovered over her, kissing her like he’d been dreaming about. His thoughts raced, she felt so small in his arms, and under him, like he would crush her if he got any closer. Her fingers kept pulling him down into her, nails biting into the skin of his back like tiny pinpricks, until his chest was pressed up against hers. He felt himself panting but he couldn’t stop, everywhere their bodies met, and skin occasionally grazed, felt like fire and ice distracting him from the deep moans and growls he littered her mouth with.

He had to feel more of her. Using the one hand he had propping himself up by her head, he shifted until one of his knees pressed up between her legs. Lifting his chest off hers so his free hand could unzip the hoodie she’d thrown on as they left the apartment. He pressed down on her lower stomach, his fingers splaying wide over the little tank top, scraps of her skin brushing the palm of his hand. He growled as his hand slid higher up her midsection, before sliding between the valley where her breasts heaved. His fingers finding the exposed skin of her chest and neck sent tremors through his body.

His knees quaked and Lillian moaned in turn. Brayden’s fingers finally reaching her neck where he gripped her gently, wrapping his fingers around her throat until he could feel her pulse and breathing. Lillian whimpered pitifully as Brayden squeezed lightly. He used his grip to keep her still as the knee between her thighs pressed up into the heat radiating from her. Her fingers were pulling and gripping his hair or digging into the skin where his tattoo was on the back of his neck.

Lillian ground down on his knee, and for the first time they broke apart.

“Fuck Ann.” Brayden panted.

Lillian’s answering whimper almost convinced him to crush himself against her again.

Brayden’s breath heaved, his nose almost brushing hers. His face was hot and flushed. Lillian’s answering stare, was lustful, looking at him through her lashes. Her own breathing coming in quick pants. Their hot breath mingled between them.

Brayden let his eyes dance all over her, releasing her neck to drag his calloused fingers over the peaked nipples under her top, just to find purchase on her hip, where his thumb dragged long swipes across her stomach to her ribs. Lillian’s answering groan had his heart fluttering. He drank her in with his eyes, the way her body still squirmed lightly against his knee, the way her muscles jumped where his thumbs brushed against her. The bruised look of her lips, and the tear stains on her cheeks. Beautiful, he thought breathlessly.

They let their eyes dance all over each other, while Lillian’s fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck or traced the faintly raised lines of his tattoo. She followed the line of the chain he wore down with her eyes, until it hung in the collar of his shirt, the plains of his chest just visible behind it. They did this until she stopped squirming against him and their breathing became even and synced.

Brayden let out a long-suffering breath before rolling off her to lay on his back next to her, taking in his new favourite ceiling. He crossed his arms behind his head, and turned to look at her next to him, with a shit eating grin.

“You know it’s a good thing we didn’t save that for New Years, or there would be a lot of uncomfortable people around.” His words barely more than whisper.

He could barely gather the strength to speak, she’d taken every drop of energy from him. Lillian snickered in reply, turning into all out laughter as her knees curled into her chest and she rolled onto her side.

“You’re right, I think a lot of people would be very uncomfortable right now.” She hiccupped back to him.

He stared at her a little longer, hiding none of the love or joy from his eyes. He only looked away when his erection pressed harder against his boxers, letting the smallest groan slip between his lips.

“I work – on boxing day, but I don’t work Christmas this year, I – I wanted to ask, if you’ll be alone now, on Christmas.” Brayden stuttered out.

“I was going to be alone anyway; James told me he picked up the Christmas shift for the overtime.” Lillian whispered back to him.

Brayden nodded sagely and turned his next words over in his head.

“I do Christmas, with my folks, obviously. But I’d – I would like to do Christmas eve and Christmas morning, with you and your family.”

“And Christmas morning? That’s pretty presumptuous.” Lillian teased.

Brayden glanced back down at her and shot her a flirty wink.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” He waved off, before gobbling her up in his one arm, hauling her body next to his.

Lillian’s head laid on his chest tentatively, one hand on his opposite peck.

“You know, I think I’d like you to be here, for Christmas eve and Christmas morning.” Lillian whispered across his chest, her eyes turning up to look at him.

Brayden nodded mutely, words failing him. She looked so precious like that, on his chest, in his arms. His heart beat thunderously. Her fingers found his in the arm he had wrapped around her, and she played absently with them.

“You know I can’t stay tonight, right?” He looked down at her sorrowfully.

She nodded sadly. Brayden’s heart cracked at the thought of leaving her now.

“I’m going to have to go back to the apartment tonight, and probably have a row with James.” He sighed. “Hopefully he hasn’t thrown my PlayStation out the window.” Brayden cringed. “I also never noticed his drinking before so I’ll have to write up a report, so he can maybe get some help through work.” He added.

“You’ll do that for him?”

“Even if he did throw my PlayStation out the window. He was my friend, once, and even if he was a shitty boyfriend, and person, he still deserves help, right?” Brayden offered her kindly.

“Thank you, Ben.” She tearily replied.

Brayden just squeezed her closer to him and dropped a handful of kisses in her hair.

“You know, I don’t have to leave right now.” Brayden whispered conspiratorially into her hair.

“What do you – Ah!” She squealed as Brayden dragged her under him in a quick movement.

Their legs intertwined as his chest pressed against hers. He let his arousal press up between her legs as he gave her a suggestive look.

“I could do 20 more minutes of this, if you’d like Ann.” Brayden growled at her, his chest reverberating against hers.

Lillian giggled breathlessly as her fingers found purchase in his hair again, wordlessly fingering the short strands. Brayden shifted his weight heavily to one side, so his body could overlap hers, and he could have both his hands on her. One arm propping him up tangled in her hair, the other tracing daring patterns on the skin of her hip. Her eyes shifted into desire, and she flashed him a dirty smile before leaning into his ear.

“You know, you feel so big, pressed up against me like that.” Grinding her hips against his.

Brayden sucked in a sharp breath and held back the desire to plead for permission to kiss her.

“Hmmm,” she hummed as she circled her hips again. “You’re so hard too, I bet I could finish you off with a couple flicks of my tongue.” Her voice grew laboured and needy.

Brayden groaned desperately pressing his brow against hers. She grinned wickedly before quickly pressuring him onto his back, he complied easily. She straddled him deftly, gently rocking her hips on his. His fingers gripped her exposed hips greedily, trying to push her down harder into his erection.

“So needy.” She whispered, her hands splaying wide on his chest, using it as leverage to rotate her hips more dangerously.

“Ann.” He moaned, his hips jerking up into her desperately.

Lillian pulled out a filthy sound as he did that, letting her head tilt back and mouth gape open.

“Hmmm, Ben.” She murmured breathily.

Brayden’s eyes tried to look at every part of her. The way her breasts rocked gently, and the way her chest rose and fell in more and more desperate pants, the exposed and strained lines of her neck. Her bruised lips, parted in a sigh. His eyes finally landing on the space where their sexes met, watching her grind on him through their sweats. His fingers gripped her mercilessly, maybe leaving bruises before he let them run down her thighs and up her ass where his fingers dug in again, as she rocked greedily against him.

A pitiful sound broke from him as her fingers curled in his shirt, grinding down harder against him. He tried to sit up, to take control of the situation, flip her on her back and grind slow strokes against her until she was begging for him. She pushed down hard on his chest when he tried and gave him a daring look.

Her fingers moving, down, down his chest until they found the hem of his shirt. Lillian’s fingers slid under his shirt until they were laid wide on his bare chest, his shirt caught on her wrists, revealing the toned muscles underneath, and featherlight hair running from his navel down. Her nails pressed into his skin again dragging a desperate groan out of him as his own hands searched to purchase on her somewhere. The hoodie she was wearing hung limply off her shoulders, along with one strap of her tank top revealing more of the curve of her breast.

One of her hands dragged down his torso again until it found the strip of his waistband, poking out from his sweats. Her fingers dragged gingerly over to fabric, lower until the palm of her hand brushed the tip of his member gently. Brayden’s hips jerked wildly at the touch, while he stifled an aroused shout behind gritted teeth. Lillian giggled as her hips lifted off him slightly.

Brayden’s hands tried to grip her hips again, to force her down against him harshly but she resisted, and he whimpered at the loss of friction between them. Until her hand filled the space no longer occupied by her hips, palming him through his sweats. He barked out a surprised groan and watched her hand grip him through his sweats.

“Ann, please.” He begged, slipping his fingers under the hem of her own top, trying to feel more of her.

“Ann, please, what?” Lillian teased back, her voice breathily and laced with sex.

“I – I don’t know, but please.” He groaned, “You’re going to make me finish in my fucking sweats.” His voice like gravel, edged with something dangerous.

“You’ll cum for me?” Her teasing voice asking sweetly.

Brayden realized what she was doing now, making him beg like he made her beg earlier. Before she could stop him, he flipped her on her back, claiming her mouth, nipping and pulling at her lips, parting her mouth with his deft tongue. He grabbed her wrists boldly in one hand and pinned them over her head, using his body to pin her to her bed.

“I – do not – beg.” He panted over her.

His eyes caught hers in a look that promised she would. He finally stroked himself against her agonizingly slow, his hips pressed firmly against hers never breaking eye contact. His lips hungerly claimed the skin on her neck and shoulders before he trailed lower, until his tongue found her hardened nipple through her top and flicked out against it before sucking it into his mouth, the rough fabric still between his lips and her skin. Her pitiful strangled moans and cries filled his ears generously.

“Ben, I’m sorry, please. Please stop teasing me like this.” She managed to cry out.

He stopped his ministration and looked up at her from between her breasts. His hips no longer grinding against hers. They were finally both still except their deep heaving breaths, watching each other.

“I’m going to leave now.” He breathed out, barely catching his breath.

Her eyes flared wide, and she opened her mouth to protest. Brayden planted a wet, sweet kiss on her lips before extracting himself from her.

“You don’t really want to go any further than this right now, Ann. Hey, don’t look at me like that. I don’t think you’d be happy about it in the morning.” Flashing her a knowing look. “Besides what do they say? Anticipation and all that.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled at her adoringly.

“But you – I, we – we have been anticipating, for months.” She cried out, following him to kneel on the side of her bed in front of him.

Her lips were red and swollen and a couple marks on her chest and neck indicated where he’d been overzealous in tasting her. His fingers brushed a couple of the marks gently.

“You told me not 2 hours ago, about how you were going to need time, and I told how long I anticipated waiting for it. Maybe the schedule feels like it moved up some, but I think going from 4 months to two hours is a little too much thrown out the window. I want to date you, kiss you on a third date and make it to second base in the back of my truck. And we will do that, maybe I’ll kiss you on the first and second date too, and we’ll make it to second, third, and home in the back of my truck but, I won’t rush this. I won’t let you skip the falling in love with me part.” He gently whispered, brushing her hair back from her face and calming the frenzied whorl it formed around her face.

“Not to say I don’t plan on tasting you, and soon. Now that we’re here, and we’ve done this I won’t not kiss you for the sake of some arbitrary plan. I’ll kiss you, a lot,” Brayden confirmed, “but I won’t fuck you, until you’re ready.”

Lillian’s wide, trusting stare met his and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re right. This,” gesturing around herself, “was a lot.” She sheepishly added.

“Ann don’t for a second think that walking away from you right now isn’t the hardest thing I have ever had to do, and I’ve walked away from you a lot. I just won’t mess this up. It’s been a really long time since I’ve loved someone like this, and I’m not interested and losing this feeling ever again.” Brayden concluded. “Walk me out?” Smiling and gesturing over his shoulder.

Lillian nodded gently and they made their way out of the house. At the front door Brayden quickly took her face in his hands and dropped another sloppy rushed kiss on her mouth, letting her read all the lust behind his eyes before letting her face go. Lillian blushed in reply, and Brayden hurried out the door.