I barely got comfortable before my two younger sisters came running down the stairs screaming that it was Christmas and that Santa had came.
Both Jessica and Avery jumped on me, and then scrambled off to do the same to Olivia I assumed.
I waited for Olivia to change into her dress from the night before, mesmerized by how she looked even better than the night before.
We went upstairs and I immediately went to the kitchen for coffee. Olivia politely declined, and my mom made a huge fuss over her, offering to make her a tea or a hot chocolate.
Olivia insisted that she was fine with just a glass of orange juice and agreed to stay for breakfast after all of the gifts were opened.
Olivia was smiling while everyone opened their gifts, but I was sure she secretly thought we were all nutcases. Paper was torn off packages before the tags were even read, and people were putting on articles of clothes on top of the clothes they were already wearing. I was hardly interested in any of the gifts I’d received. I got a few books that seemed interesting, a couple of shirts, a pair of pajama bottoms, the generic socks and underwear, and a few soaps and shampoos. I didn’t know who had given me what, and it didn’t seem to matter to me.
Olivia seemed delighted in the gifts she received. She constantly told people that they shouldn’t have gotten her anything, even though she’d gone through the trouble to buy and wrap a gift for everyone.
My parents had gotten her a sweater, that she loved, my brothers had gotten her a book and my sisters had made her a necklace and a matching bracelet out of beads. She put the jewelry on immediately.
She absolutely loved the scarf I’d bought her. She put it on right away, winding it around her neck.
After breakfast, I insisted on going with her to her dad’s place. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with my family.
I yanked on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, before throwing on my leather coat and following Olivia out to her father’s car.
I climbed into the passenger’s seat and Olivia backed from the driveway.
“I guess it wasn’t so bad.” I mused with a small shrug.
Olivia smiled. “I had a wonderful time. I wasn’t expecting gifts or anything.” She shook her head lightly. “Your family is so sweet!”
I nodded. I guess it seemed like that to an outsider. I could tell my family absolutely loved her.
“I’m glad for the excuse to get away for a bit.” I smiled .
Olivia laughed softly.
She reached across the front seat and placed her hand on top of mine.
I grinned and picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the back.
Olivia laughed sweetly. She sighed softly. “I think I’m going to need a long hot shower when we get back to my dad’s place.” She mused.
“Sounds good. I’ll join you.” I smirked.
Olivia laughed sweetly. “Oh, and that’ll be fun if my dad comes home. Do you really want to get caught in the shower with a judge’s daughter?” She teased.
I shrugged. “It’s not specifically against my probation.” I shrugged lightly. “And I quit smoking remember? I can run pretty fast.”
Olivia laughed harder than probably necessary.
She pulled into the underground parking lot at her dad’s building and I held her hand as we rode the elevator up to the seventeenth floor.
I watched TV while Olivia took a quick shower. I heard the water stop and waited impatiently for Olivia to come out of the bathroom. She emerged in a pair of jeans and a pretty floral print blouse.
She smiled. “Hi.” She said.
“Hey.” I clicked off the TV. “Almost ready?” I asked. I started to push myself up from the sofa, but Olivia crossed the room, smiling. “Not yet.”
She crossed the room and climbed onto my lap, pressing her lips to mine.
I grinned, returning her kisses eagerly. I moved my hands up her thighs and into her wet curls.
Olivia moaned around my lips. Her hands wound into my hair again.
My hands moved up the back of her shirt, and just before I managed to unhook her bra, she broke the kiss. “Isaac…” She whispered. “Let’s go to my room.” She offered.
She didn’t have to ask twice. I was off the sofa in absolute record speed. I caught up to her just before we made it to the hall, and I scooped her up and carried her. She giggled nuzzling my neck.
We stumbled clumsily onto her bed. She was hastily attempting to unbutton my shirt, but instead I yanked my shirt up over my head and resumed her kisses.
I helped her out of her shirt, tossing it to the floor with mine. I was anxiously unbuttoning her jeans while she eagerly attempted to kick them off.
I groaned, moving my hands over her bra. It was one she’d bought the other day at the mall, with the matching thong. Both were sexy but all I could think about was getting them off.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever wanted her more.
Olivia was unbuttoning my jeans and inching them down my hips with my boxers, but I caught her hands and pinned them back, kissing along her chest.
She whimpered momentarily, then released a soft, breathy moan.
I ground myself against her, and she gasped sharply, arching her entire body against mine. “Oh, Isaac.” She breathed.
I managed to get my jeans off and Olivia climbed on top of me, carefully straddling my lap.
“Liv, wait.” I broke the kisses. “Condom…”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She insisted with a small smile. “Remember?”
I swallowed thickly. I’d never done it without a condom before. “Liv, are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Please.” She breathed.
“Okay.” I agreed. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” She insisted.
My hands tightened on her hips. My left hand was probably killing me, but all I wanted was this and now.
I carefully eased into her, feeling as her hands tugged at my hair.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah…” She moaned. She chewed her lower lip. “Oh, Isaac.”
“Are you okay?” I worried. “It’s been a while…”
“I’m fine.” She tossed her head back.
I carefully moved against her. Her nails dug into my back and she moaned.
“Oh, god.” I groaned, my hands sliding up the smooth expanse of skin on her back. I unhooked her bra and with her help tossed it to the floor with the remainder of our clothes.
I pulled her closer and kissed along her throat, leaving a long slow trail of kisses there, keeping up the matching movements with our hips.
Olivia whimpered, her hands tightening in my hair again. “Oh, god. Isaac, why did we ever stop doing this?” She moaned seductively.
“I have no idea.” I answered earnestly. I was sure I probably could have remembered if I tried, but I was preoccupied with holding her and caressing her and loving her.
Olivia’s thighs wrapped around my waist, and I groaned, sinking deeper into her.
Her back arched and her head tilted back, exposing her perfect, creamy throat. I groaned, grinding my hips against hers.
Her lips met mine in a deep and firey kiss. I could feel her muscles beginning to clamp down, her breathing coming fast and sharp.
I moved quickly, and easily flipped her onto her back. Her thighs tightened around my waist, holding me closer.
I dropped my hands onto the mattress on either side of her head, pumping into her in long, hard strokes.
Her body arched against mine and she moaned my name.
I was already close to finishing, I was merely waiting for her to join me. I could feel her reaching the brink of orgasm, her nails dug into my back again.
I muffled my own ecstatic groan in her shoulder, and she cried out my name again. Her body shuddered and convulsed against mine.
I waited for her breathing to slow and her body to stop trembling. I carefully moved off her and pulled a blanket over us.
“Oh, god.” She breathed, raking her hands through her hair. “That was amazing.”
I smirked. I knew it wasn’t all my handiwork, but I was glad for the compliment.
Her chest heaved, “Oh…” She breathed.
“Best Christmas present ever.” I smirked.
Olivia laughed. “I think there might actually be a little more left in that Christmas present.” She grinned mischievously, turning toward me and kissing me.
I grinned, returning her kisses.
The door to the apartment banged open. “Olivia? Are you here?”
Olivia gasped sitting up sharply. “The house keeper! She’ll tell my dad…”
“Oh, fuck.” I cursed, jumping out of her bed. I yanked on my boxers and handed Olivia her shirt.
Thankfully I had plenty of practice in throwing my clothes on after a tryst like this one from my past relationships, and Olivia had her clothes on just as fast.
She grabbed my hand. “Right here!” She called, then said to me. “Come on and meet Hilda.”
I barely got comfortable before my two younger sisters came running down the stairs screaming that it was Christmas and that Santa had came.
Both Jessica and Avery jumped on me, and then scrambled off to do the same to Olivia I assumed.
I waited for Olivia to change into her dress from the night before, mesmerized by how she looked even better than the night before.
We went upstairs and I immediately went to the kitchen for coffee. Olivia politely declined, and my mom made a huge fuss over her, offering to make her a tea or a hot chocolate.
Olivia insisted that she was fine with just a glass of orange juice and agreed to stay for breakfast after all of the gifts were opened.
Olivia was smiling while everyone opened their gifts, but I was sure she secretly thought we were all nutcases. Paper was torn off packages before the tags were even read, and people were putting on articles of clothes on top of the clothes they were already wearing. I was hardly interested in any of the gifts I’d received. I got a few books that seemed interesting, a couple of shirts, a pair of pajama bottoms, the generic socks and underwear, and a few soaps and shampoos. I didn’t know who had given me what, and it didn’t seem to matter to me.
Olivia seemed delighted in the gifts she received. She constantly told people that they shouldn’t have gotten her anything, even though she’d gone through the trouble to buy and wrap a gift for everyone.
My parents had gotten her a sweater, that she loved, my brothers had gotten her a book and my sisters had made her a necklace and a matching bracelet out of beads. She put the jewelry on immediately.
She absolutely loved the scarf I’d bought her. She put it on right away, winding it around her neck.
After breakfast, I insisted on going with her to her dad’s place. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with my family.
I yanked on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, before throwing on my leather coat and following Olivia out to her father’s car.
I climbed into the passenger’s seat and Olivia backed from the driveway.
“I guess it wasn’t so bad.” I mused with a small shrug.
Olivia smiled. “I had a wonderful time. I wasn’t expecting gifts or anything.” She shook her head lightly. “Your family is so sweet!”
I nodded. I guess it seemed like that to an outsider. I could tell my family absolutely loved her.
“I’m glad for the excuse to get away for a bit.” I smiled .
Olivia laughed softly.
She reached across the front seat and placed her hand on top of mine.
I grinned and picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the back.
Olivia laughed sweetly. She sighed softly. “I think I’m going to need a long hot shower when we get back to my dad’s place.” She mused.
“Sounds good. I’ll join you.” I smirked.
Olivia laughed sweetly. “Oh, and that’ll be fun if my dad comes home. Do you really want to get caught in the shower with a judge’s daughter?” She teased.
I shrugged. “It’s not specifically against my probation.” I shrugged lightly. “And I quit smoking remember? I can run pretty fast.”
Olivia laughed harder than probably necessary.
She pulled into the underground parking lot at her dad’s building and I held her hand as we rode the elevator up to the seventeenth floor.
I watched TV while Olivia took a quick shower. I heard the water stop and waited impatiently for Olivia to come out of the bathroom. She emerged in a pair of jeans and a pretty floral print blouse.
She smiled. “Hi.” She said.
“Hey.” I clicked off the TV. “Almost ready?” I asked. I started to push myself up from the sofa, but Olivia crossed the room, smiling. “Not yet.”
She crossed the room and climbed onto my lap, pressing her lips to mine.
I grinned, returning her kisses eagerly. I moved my hands up her thighs and into her wet curls.
Olivia moaned around my lips. Her hands wound into my hair again.
My hands moved up the back of her shirt, and just before I managed to unhook her bra, she broke the kiss. “Isaac…” She whispered. “Let’s go to my room.” She offered.
She didn’t have to ask twice. I was off the sofa in absolute record speed. I caught up to her just before we made it to the hall, and I scooped her up and carried her. She giggled nuzzling my neck.
We stumbled clumsily onto her bed. She was hastily attempting to unbutton my shirt, but instead I yanked my shirt up over my head and resumed her kisses.
I helped her out of her shirt, tossing it to the floor with mine. I was anxiously unbuttoning her jeans while she eagerly attempted to kick them off.
I groaned, moving my hands over her bra. It was one she’d bought the other day at the mall, with the matching thong. Both were sexy but all I could think about was getting them off.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever wanted her more.
Olivia was unbuttoning my jeans and inching them down my hips with my boxers, but I caught her hands and pinned them back, kissing along her chest.
She whimpered momentarily, then released a soft, breathy moan.
I ground myself against her, and she gasped sharply, arching her entire body against mine. “Oh, Isaac.” She breathed.
I managed to get my jeans off and Olivia climbed on top of me, carefully straddling my lap.
“Liv, wait.” I broke the kisses. “Condom…”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She insisted with a small smile. “Remember?”
I swallowed thickly. I’d never done it without a condom before. “Liv, are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Please.” She breathed.
“Okay.” I agreed. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” She insisted.
My hands tightened on her hips. My left hand was probably killing me, but all I wanted was this and now.
I carefully eased into her, feeling as her hands tugged at my hair.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah…” She moaned. She chewed her lower lip. “Oh, Isaac.”
“Are you okay?” I worried. “It’s been a while…”
“I’m fine.” She tossed her head back.
I carefully moved against her. Her nails dug into my back and she moaned.
“Oh, god.” I groaned, my hands sliding up the smooth expanse of skin on her back. I unhooked her bra and with her help tossed it to the floor with the remainder of our clothes.
I pulled her closer and kissed along her throat, leaving a long slow trail of kisses there, keeping up the matching movements with our hips.
Olivia whimpered, her hands tightening in my hair again. “Oh, god. Isaac, why did we ever stop doing this?” She moaned seductively.
“I have no idea.” I answered earnestly. I was sure I probably could have remembered if I tried, but I was preoccupied with holding her and caressing her and loving her.
Olivia’s thighs wrapped around my waist, and I groaned, sinking deeper into her.
Her back arched and her head tilted back, exposing her perfect, creamy throat. I groaned, grinding my hips against hers.
Her lips met mine in a deep and firey kiss. I could feel her muscles beginning to clamp down, her breathing coming fast and sharp.
I moved quickly, and easily flipped her onto her back. Her thighs tightened around my waist, holding me closer.
I dropped my hands onto the mattress on either side of her head, pumping into her in long, hard strokes.
Her body arched against mine and she moaned my name.
I was already close to finishing, I was merely waiting for her to join me. I could feel her reaching the brink of orgasm, her nails dug into my back again.
I muffled my own ecstatic groan in her shoulder, and she cried out my name again. Her body shuddered and convulsed against mine.
I waited for her breathing to slow and her body to stop trembling. I carefully moved off her and pulled a blanket over us.
“Oh, god.” She breathed, raking her hands through her hair. “That was amazing.”
I smirked. I knew it wasn’t all my handiwork, but I was glad for the compliment.
Her chest heaved, “Oh…” She breathed.
“Best Christmas present ever.” I smirked.
Olivia laughed. “I think there might actually be a little more left in that Christmas present.” She grinned mischievously, turning toward me and kissing me.
I grinned, returning her kisses.
The door to the apartment banged open. “Olivia? Are you here?”
Olivia gasped sitting up sharply. “The house keeper! She’ll tell my dad…”
“Oh, fuck.” I cursed, jumping out of her bed. I yanked on my boxers and handed Olivia her shirt.
Thankfully I had plenty of practice in throwing my clothes on after a tryst like this one from my past relationships, and Olivia had her clothes on just as fast.
She grabbed my hand. “Right here!” She called, then said to me. “Come on and meet Hilda.”
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