Free Christmas Kisses by H.M. Ward Page B

his pants , freeing his e rection from his jeans . Ryan shakes his head, but I say yes. He barely manages to say, “Get the condom from my pocket.” I pull it out and tear the wrapper open, putting it on him. I move quickly. The more I touch him, the more I want him.
    I lift my bottom above his hard length and rock slowly, moving in small circles until he pushes into me. His hands go back to my breasts, his fingers teasing me as I ride him. We tease and kiss and touch, until I can’t stand it anymore. I buck my hips faster and faster, as he pulls me down, holding me in place as I ride him. I arch my back wanting to scream as I shatter, but I hold it back.
    Exhausted, I lean into his chest. Ryan kisses my head and I feel his arms wrap around me. Although we were quiet, I hear his heart pounding in his chest and his ragged breath. Reluctantly, I slip off his lap. I mean to stop, to go back to watching the movie, but we can’t. Soon his hands are on me and it happens again, but this time Ryan is on top of me. He wears his jeans as he lays on top of me on the couch, pushing into me over and over again. He breathes my name as he comes and my body reacts, climaxing with him.
    Ryan leaves a few hours later. I’m sore, but I can’t stop smiling. I’ve never been so happy in my life.
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    Day and night, Ryan’s with me, inside of me, pleasuring me in every way possible. I feel like a slut, constantly wanting him, but I leave so soon that it seems right. Wearing skirts and garters becom es a habit. I can have him when ever we can steal a second, and we steal several. On my birthday, he takes me out to eat and treats me to gifts, candies, and sex all day long. Christmas Day arrives and I want him again. I lay in his arms, in his dorm room that night. I sleep in his bed, inhaling his scent, wishing this didn’t have to end.
    A week passes like this, and with each passing day I grow more frantic. I feel more for him than I thought I did. When it comes time to get on the plane, I don’t want to leave, but I have to. No one changes their college plans for a guy. Like it or not, Ryan is temporary. Our relationship isn’t meant it last, it ’s like a falling star streaking across the sky. It flames bright because it’s burning out. But I don’t feel that way when I’m at the airport. I throw my arms around my parents and take my bags. Daddy helps me inside, where Ryan stands with me on line until I board. My parents leave us and it’s just me and Ryan. There’s a lump in my throat that won’t go away. We talk about nothing, both of us dreading each step I take closer to the check-in counter.
    After they take my new bags, I head toward security, where Ryan can’t follow. Before I get in line he says, “I never dreamed that this would happen, and I can’t tell you how happy I am that it did.” He throws his arms around me and holds on tight.
    I feel myself falling apart. I nod. “Things felt right with you. I’m glad it happened to. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas present. I’m just,” my voice cracks. I swallow and pull away, wiping the corner of my eye so the tear won’t fall. “I’ll miss you.”
    He nods. “Same here.”
    I stare at him. I feel the words in my mouth, but I’m not brave enough to say them. I love you. I know I do, but I’m silent. Ryan kisses me again and I turn to walk through security alone.
    I manage to hold myself together until we board the plane. After that, I’m a mess of snot and tears. The person next to me asks if I’m all right. I say yes. That I just miss someone. She talks about long distance relationships and says it’ll work out, but I feel like something inside of me died. I can’t breathe. I lean my face against the Plexiglas window and stare, letting the tears fall as they wish. Eventually, they stop and the plane lands in Dallas/ Ft. Worth. I gather my things and rub my eyes with the back of my hand, thankful that no one is picking me up. I’m