Fuensalida

Chapter 33

Chris heard the water stop in the bathroom, the loud clunk of the shower being turned off before the rush of water went down the drain and ultimately came to a quickened halt. For all intents and purposes he was grumbling. Celeste was on the other side of that door, naked for the exception of a fluffy white towel that was likely being drawn along her body to wipe off the beads of water clinging to her skin.

The blow dryer started and she clanged around in the bathroom for a bit. He pulled out his outfit and sighed looking at it. He wanted to just go in there, sit her on the sink, and tear into her the way they both needed. He wanted to fuck Celeste until she could not stand, and then try again from a different angle. The ache between his legs grew so bad he nearly did step in to the bathroom. He was near the door when she pulled it open, popping her head out.

Absolutely ashamed to admit it, he shriveled under the disapproving glare. “Is that what you are wearing?”

He did not have to look down at the black pants he had on, and nothing else. “At the moment.”

Her head disappeared and she moved back in to the bathroom, succinctly slamming the door behind her. He managed a chuckle before sliding into his shirt and jacket. Looking about the room he made sure it was perfect for her. Celeste had not exactly demanded what she wanted for the evening, but she had insisted on dressing up to ring in the New Year. It was her first new year where she was not going to some business party of her father’s and being paraded around to be admired, which made him counter that they should be casual then. The look in her eyes at that told him what she had really been hoping for. Romance. He would never deny romance was awkward to him.

He had brought in candles and wine, nothing too childish and nothing too over the top, just enough of an accent to the already romantic mood that made her smile when she had walked into it.

The door again cracked just a bit, blue eyes peeking out. She had left her glasses behind, having been given contacts by her mother for Christmas. It was the one gift Celeste had truly appreciated, though she admitted the next day she could not wear them for long, they irritated her eyes after a while. Cassie also admitted later it was why Celeste had never had glasses before, she was sensitive to the little things.

“Finished in there?” he asked her.

“Maybe,” she said quietly, looking him over. Seeing him dressed, the medium blue shirt of silk under the black suit jacket and tucked into elegant black pants, she seemed satisfied and slid out. “Ooo,” she nearly whistled, appreciating the outfit.

“Sold,” he grinned, his eyes slowly taking her in. She was worth the wait. Clad in a dress almost the same color as her pale skin, she was a vision of beauty. Her hair was slightly curled, letting it fall around her face in a way that gave the sixteen-year-old girl an older appearance. The dress was short, revealing the lack of panties underneath when she simply took a few steps, the cleavage, as on most of her dresses, gripped and pushed her perfect breasts together, lifting them for him to see.

“What’s sold?” she asked, looking him over.

“I’ll wear this one,” he said simply.

Celeste looked at him doubtfully. “Did you really bring anything else?”

“Sure…” he said with a shrug, turning to his suitcase. “Want me to try again?”

“Nope,” she said quickly. “I like it.”

“Then… sold.”

Celeste chuckled and stood in front of him, waiting. She straightened her skirt and sighed. “Well?”

“Spin,” he said with a grin. Celeste did a small spin before turning to face him again. “Mmm…” he moaned in pleasure. “Plans for tonight… getting you out of that?”

“Isn’t that always your plan for the night?” she asked with a huff.

“It’s the best plan,” he said with all seriousness.

“Too bad I’m going to torture you a bit first,” she said with a dark expression on her face, “with demands for compliments and wanting wine.”

“I might be able to handle those,” he said with a grin. He walked over to the table where he left the three bottles of wine chilling and glanced over at her. “Pick one.”

“I don’t know anything about them,” she admitted, stepping over to the table.

Chris scoffed at her, holding up a hand to his heart. “Like I’d have anything terrible as an option?”

Celeste looked down at the bottles, running a small finger over the labels. “You sure you trust me drinking?” she asked. “Look what happened the last time I drank… oh wait.” She stopped at the thought, remembering the night she drank the schnapps and went into the bathroom to give Chris his Christmas present. He gave her an obvious wink as he remembered it clearly as well.

She picked one up and held it out to him. “This one’s the prettiest,” she grinned.

“Good to know that bottle looks better than other bottles,” he told her, his voice serious. She could see the glimmer in his eyes that told how much he was joking.

“Shush,” she laughed, pushing at him gently. “I don’t know how else to choose good wine. Besides, you already made it perfectly clear you would only bring the best.”

Chris chuckled a bit. “Good enough.” He took the bottle from her hands and popped it open. She watched the little waterfall of bubbles and grinned as he poured the nearly pink liquid into two crystal glasses.

She took the glass offered to her gently. “Should we be toasting to something?”

“To… your dress,” he grinned, giving her another “once” over.

“That you bought and paid for,” she grinned up at him. “You just didn’t know it.”

“I have great taste,” he grinned and took a drink of his wine. He watched her, waiting for her reaction. Her lips pursed at the taste, then she gingerly sipped again. “Good enough?”

“It’s very good,” she said quietly.

“Excellent.” Taking another long drink he placed the crystal glass down. She watched him, almost nervously. He grinned widely at her.

“You look… happy tonight,” she said with a lack for better wording. “Is it because you are far away from Mom and her nagging?”

“Or because I smuggled you away all for myself,” he smiled, watching her cleavage as she took the quick intake of breath.

She leaned forward, giving him and even better view. “I like that answer.”

He leaned forward, his face slowly raising back to look at hers. “How much?”

Celeste held her fingers a certain distance apart, a distance similar to the length of a certain part of his anatomy. “This much.”

“That’s not bad,” he smiled.

“I didn’t think so,” she agreed. She leaned forward a bit, holding out her glass. He lifted the bottle again and refilled her glass, his eyes again moving to the cleavage that was trying to escape the thin material. She stood up straight again, the small bits of fabric covering what they could again.

“Awww,” he lamented when she was covered, even if only partially. She grinned and twirled away from him. His eyes followed her as she moved away further.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off of me,” she laughed happily.

“What’s your point?” he asked, leaning against the bar to watch her.

“No point.” She turned to face away from him and proceeded to wiggle her ass at him. He grinned at her when she turned back to face him. Walking over to him, he put his glass down to greet her, pulling her into his arms. She slid there easily, wrapping her arms around him and leaning her head against him.

“I like it.” He had to look down at her to garner more explanation of the sudden words. “It just being just us.”

“Really?” he asked with a smile. She nodded and he pulled her closer, encompassing her into him. “Right now it’s just you and me.”

“Yes it is,” she smiled. He squeezed her closer and she grinned, bouncing against him a bit. “Will it sound like a complaint if I tell you that you are acting weird because you haven’t groped me yet?”

“I’m not sure,” he remarked. Reaching down he squeezed her ass.

“Okay, it’s more like you now,” she conceded.

“I remember suggesting that we skip the dressing part entirely,” he told her, poking her a bit, if just to lift the skirt a little higher.

“Oh, so…” she stepped back from him, watching him as he watched her. She gripped the strap on her dress and slowly began pulling it down. He could only grin in anticipation, but she, of course, decided against it and slid it back into place. “Nope.” He laughed. She reached out her hands and gripped his, dragging him closer to her. “Dance with me.”

Chris interlocked his fingers with hers and pulled her close. She slid against him easily. “Hearing music?” he asked casually. “You didn’t drink that much.

She laughed lightly. His response was to lean down and kiss her lightly. Without putting up much of a fight she kissed him back, the kiss deepening with every second their lips remained together. Tongues searched together, running along each other. His hands slide down to her ass, one of the places he could not keep his hands off of even in situations that did not have her liquored and sensually dressed.

Celeste pulled back, shaking her head. “Nope.”

“Nope?” he questioned.

“Not until after midnight,” she said with a grin that was all too happy for his taste. He laughed a bit and she frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”

“You just made it up right now,” he accused.

“I did not,” she said, looking haughty as she raises her prim nose in the air, “I just didn’t tell you of my intentions earlier.”

“Means the same thing,” he said.

She ignored the argument waiting to happen. It did not mean the same thing, she had just been keeping him in the dark on purpose, and he knew it. “Don’t you want to count down the New Year together?”

“I fail to see how it’s a one or the other scenario,” he said, watching her fluster her way through.

She laughed in response. “We’ll have wild sex and you will fall asleep and not make it until midnight.”

“You could make me at ten ‘til,” he suggested.

She smirked and he grinned at her widely. She walked away from him and clicked the large flat screen television on. He moved to follow her, watching her flip through the channels until she found one that was pure music. At the sound of the hard beats he gripped her hips, pulling her back until her ass was pressed against him. “Okay,” he smiled, “dance.”

Celeste could not help a giggle of exultation. “Now you just want me to do some stripper dance,” she pretended to huff.

“Watched a lot of stripper dances?” he asked, teasing, and yet hopeful.

Celeste, in retaliation to the remark, began to sway her hips against him. He grinned, keeping his hands firmly on her hips, moaning as she moved a little faster, pushing and sliding herself against him. She slide away from him, reaching out and wrapping her hand around the bedpost and sliding herself along it.

“Oooh, look at that,” he said with a wide smile. He was most certainly looking, enjoying the view of her breasts squeezing along the post, her hands swinging her around it that little bit. The movement only managed to hike her skirt up further. The movement of her body to lay back on the bed had her skirt nearly at her waist.

“Mmm… delicious,” he moaned in pleasure, stepping closer to her.

She moved onto her back on the bed, arching and falling, showing him the naughty bits before hiding them in the curves of her legs, moving to only give him glimpses of herself.

“You are a delightfully fast learner.” His voice was hoarse, watching her, rubbing a hand over himself.

“So, I’m not bad at this?” she asked. She shifted to sit up, sliding across the bed and sitting on the edge.

“Is there anything you’re bad at?”

“Yes.”

He moved closer. “What?”

“There are a few things,” she admitted.

“Really?” Brushing a strand of hair from her face he leaned down and kissed her nose.

“Yes.”

Chris leaned down and placed his lips to her neck gently. Kissing a line down her neck he slid his arms around her to bring her closer. Flicking his tongue over his ear he was ding what he could to have her back down on her made up rule.

She was giggling in reaction. “Nope!” she cried out. Falling back onto the bed, away from him, her breasts bounced in response to her movement. “I have set the arbitrary rules and I stick to them.”

“Then stick with them.” He leaned down and licked up her inner thigh.

Shivering she had to nearly cough out, “That means no sex.” His response was a simple running of his tongue further upwards. “It’s getting close to the count down,” she continued. He still only licked further up, practically crawling onto her as he did. “I’ll have sex with you… after midnight!” she declared, trying to slide away from him.

With a roar that surprised her he pounced. He moved quickly, bouncing onto the bed and crawling up her body. She cried out in surprise, pushing at him, trying to squirm away, but he only trapped her beneath him. “Rawr!”

“Eep! Help!” she cried out, quietly, not at all meaning it as she squirmed with little true effort to escape his hold.

“Got ya!” he smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

She squirmed pathetically against him. “Nooo,” she whimpered, her voice showing through her façade.

“Yeeeees,” he grinned. His tongue ran over her cleavage.

“I’m being attacked by a pervert monster!” she cried out. In response he buried his face between her breasts. He sucked lightly along her skin, sliding his hands down to spread her legs further for him. She had her own response, spreading them wider to accept him. Rubbing between her legs he let her feel how much he wanted and needed this.

“Okay… maybe a quickie before midnight,” she conceded.

“Mmm… I like the way you think.” He was already pushing his pants down and open, ready to push into her.

“Only because you want sex so badly all of the time,” she exaggerated. But only slight.

“Right, of course,” he said, too busy licking her and pulling his erect cock free and rubbing it against her.

“Then take me,” she moaned.

Celeste reached down and gripped his cock hard, stroking it up the length, and then back down it. He moaned, moving closer to her, letting her hands guide him. Pulling him closer still, and closer, she let him rub the head against her wet lips, dripping with need for him. She rubbed the head of his cock against her opening. He could not wait any longer. He thrust into her hard, her small body jerking under him.

He did not allow her time to accustom herself to be filled. He moved his hips back and forth, taking her hard and quickly.

For the first time it did not take them long. They gripped one another and panted together, slipping in and out of her, pulling him to her closer. She squeezed herself around him, gripping his thick cock tightly, and together they screamed out in pleasure. He flowed inside of her, kissing her as she squirmed under him.

The two of them wrapped around each other, embracing tightly, their lips pressing tightly together. Celeste unfolded herself from his arms to turn on the television. Before she even found a random channel he had curled up and started (fake) snoring.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said, elbowing him in the side. He only grinned, and stopped his absolutely horrid snoring, in return. “Only a few more minutes,” she promised him. At his continued grin she huffed, “What?”

“Keeping me awake for that post midnight sex?” he joked, opening an eye halfway to look at her.

“You don’t want to celebrate the New Year with me?”

He opened is eyes to look at her. “I wasn’t really falling asleep.”

“I know.” She leaned down and kissed him softly. “Tell me how beautiful I am,” she quickly demanded.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he responded with no hesitation.

“And that you can’t live without me,” she said, a little more seriously, her eyes staying on his face.

“I don’t intent to try,” he said with the same amount of seriousness. She giggled and pushed his elbow lightly. He watched her hand. “How was that funny?”

“It was… nice,” she floundered.

“Nice isn’t funny.” He wrapped his arms back around her and pulled her closer.

Celeste slid easily against his side. “It was a giggling sort of nice.”

He looked over her with a grin. “What else makes you giggle?”

“I think you already know that.” A gentle poke in his side by a well manicured nail.

“Maybe I want to hear it?” He leaned up to kiss her lightly.

“I giggle when I’m happy.” She eyed him for a moment then added, “I’m “childish” in that way.”

“Meaning I should tickle you?”

“No!” she screamed out. “I don’t even know how you came up with that one.”

“Because I so enjoy your squirming,’ he grinned, thinking of her just a few moments before squirming under him in pleasure.

“I don’t like to be tickled,” she insisted.

“Why not?” He once against kissed her lightly.

“I… just don’t,” and she managed to giggle again. Chris pulled her close, switching their positions until she was laying on her back and he was leaning over her. She blinked up at him, wrapping an arm around him. “The countdown is starting,” she informed him.

He ignored the woman on the television, bouncing in a small dress somewhere in the cold. “I can’t cue any dramatic music from here.”

“You can countdown.”

“I’m busy looking at you,” he said without taking his eyes off of her. “You countdown.”

She blushed under the scrutiny of his gaze. “10...9...8...” he smiled at her, almost sweetly. “7...6...5...4...” He inched closer to her, still smiling. “3...2...1...” He watched her as she smiled and cried out, “Happy New Year!”

“I love you.” Her mouth opened to gape at his sudden statement and he took the opportunity to kiss her passionately, bringing her closer to him. Her eyes were wide while his lips moved over hers. She could not seem to pull back, to escape the phase of the kiss, she melted into it happily, clinging to him. It took her many long minutes before she pushed at him to slowly pull his lips from hers. Her cheeks were a bright shade of red that nearly matched the color on her lips.

“I…” He brushed his lips against hers, feeling them tremble. She looked up at him hopefully. “You really mean it?”

“Have you ever known me to lie?” he asked with a patience he rarely showed.

She leaned up to kiss him lightly. “I love you,” she whispered quietly. He smiled down at her. “What does this mean for us now?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He pushed back her hair from her face, watching her.

“That I want to hear you say more sweet things.” He could not help widening his grin as she said it. “Like… you’ve never been with anyone better than me. And you are going to be with me forever,” she continued to babble. “Even when I can’t decide which college I want to go to and where I’ll be.”

“I’m sure you’ll decide eventually,” he said in the continually patient voice.

With a pout to her lips that only she can pull off she replied, “You are supposed to say those things.”

To which he had to retort, “I already said one of those things… and you are definitely the best.”

She wrapped her arms tighter around him, clinging to him. “Okay, just say it one more time and then I promise to give you wild sex.”

He laughed. “If you had told me that months ago I would have said it sooner.” After a severe poke in the ribs he grinned and told her, “I love you,” which was followed by her turning him onto his back and climbing over him.


The End