The ice beneath our skates glistened under the city lights, the cold air biting at our cheeks as we glided across the rink. It had been a long road to get here, but as the clock struck midnight and fireworks exploded overhead, all of that seemed to fade away. Your hand found mine, and in that moment, everything else ceased to exist. The kiss we shared was electric, a spark that ignited a fire within me that I knew wouldn't be quenched anytime soon.
"You're fucking incredible, you know that?" I whispered against your lips, my breath mingling with yours.
You smirked, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "I have my moments," you replied, taking my hand and leading me off the ice. The heat between us was palpable, a tangible force that drew us closer together.
The drive to your place was a blur, my mind racing with anticipation. The moment we stepped inside, you pushed me against the wall, your lips crashing into mine with a hunger that left me breathless. Your hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me as if you were memorizing me. I couldn't help but groan as your fingers found their way beneath my shirt, your touch sending shivers down my spine.
"Fuck, Mel, you're driving me wild," I growled, my hands gripping your hips as I pulled you closer. You responded by grinding against me, your body moving in a way that left me aching for more.
You led me to your bedroom, stripping off your clothes as you went. The sight of you, naked and wanton, was almost too much to bear. I quickly shed my own clothes, my cock already hard and ready for you. You lay back on the bed, your legs spread wide in invitation. I didn't need to be told twice.
I knelt between your thighs, my tongue tracing slow, teasing circles around your clit. You moaned, your fingers tangling in my hair as you urged me closer. I obliged, my tongue delving deeper, tasting every inch of your pussy. Your body writhed beneath me, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as I brought you closer and closer to the edge.
"Don't stop, Mike, please don't stop," you begged, your voice a desperate plea that I was more than happy to fulfill. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue flicking and swirling, driving you wild with need. Your body tensed, your back arching off the bed as you came, your juices flooding my mouth in a sweet, intoxicating rush.
But I wasn't done yet. I positioned myself at your entrance, my cock poised and ready. With one swift thrust, I was inside you, filling you completely. You cried out, your nails digging into my back as I began to move. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance as old as time itself. Each thrust brought us closer, the tension building until it was almost unbearable.
"Fuck, Mike, I'm gonna come," you gasped, your body trembling beneath me. I could feel it too, the pressure building, the heat spreading through my veins. With one final, desperate thrust, we both went over the edge, our bodies shuddering in release.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. You looked up at me, a satisfied smile playing on your lips.
"That was incredible," you murmured, your fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
I chuckled, pulling you closer. "Just wait until next time," I promised, my mind already racing with the possibilities.
And as we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this was just the beginning. The road ahead was long, but with you by my side, I knew that it would be one hell of a ride.
You rolled your eyes, but the smirk on your face told me everything I needed to know. "You're insatiable," you said, but there was no heat in your words, only amusement.
I grinned, my hand sliding down to cup your ass. "Only with you," I replied, my voice a low growl that left no doubt as to my intentions.
And as the fireworks continued to explode overhead, I knew that this was a New Year's Eve that neither of us would ever forget.