New Year by Bonnie Dee

losing the one you love makes coming together all the sweeter. After that tinsel-trimmed moment and a few kisses that blazed so hot they threatened to melt the snow around us, I wanted to lay Anna down on the ground and take her right there on a neighbor’s lawn. But we had to table the making-up portion of the evening and return to the house.
    A fter spending an evening with the family, when we were alone at last, we still couldn’t do everything we wanted, though we did plenty, kissing and touching and bringing each other off with hushed urgency.
    It wasn’t until we got home the day after Christmas that we had a chance to make up properly. We barely made it inside the door of our apartment before tearing off each other’s clothes, leaving a trail of shoes and jeans and underwear all the way to the bedroom.
    After several days of abstinence, I had to remap Anna’s body with my hands and mouth. Her skin was even softer than I remembered, her s cent richer. The way her nipples puckered beneath my fingertips fascinated me, and her kisses ate away my brain like zombie nibbles, leaving me a pulsing muscle of need and desire.
    I burrowed between her legs and lapped at her pussy until she writhed and shouted out in pleasure. Her juices exploded like a musky Starburst on my tongue. I kissed the inside of her quivering thighs , then moved up to lie on top of her.
    It’s good for a dick to be forced to abstain from sex now and then. Makes plunging into that luscious , wet warmth feel like the first time again. As I entered her, I gazed into Anna’s face, those incredible clear eyes that always seemed to look right into me and read my thoughts.
    Okay. So I hadn’t nearly lost her. We’d had some tense moments at her parents’ house, then resolved the issue , nothing all that terribly dramatic. But in the brief minutes when I’d stood on the street, Baby’s leash in hand, wondering if a “happy ever after” was really in the cards for us, it had felt like an eternity. I couldn’t imagine life without Anna—and now I didn’t have to.
    We moved together, familiar yet brand -new, a private dance, a bump and grind in the sheets. Anna’s hair fanned across the pillow. I reached out to stroke some strands back from her sweaty forehead. Her lips parted as she breathed heavily and her eyes glazed over. A second wave was rising inside her. I could sense it in her movements, and I wanted her to come again with me inside her.
    I slowed and deepened my thrusts, restraining from plunging hard and fast as I wanted to. I wouldn’t come until she did. I matched my breathing to hers, locked my gaze with hers and followed her rhythm. We moved in sync for what felt like hours, a give and take that filled my senses and my mind.
    When climax came, it was almost like an afterthought. Anna gave a soft little whimper , and her body jerked beneath me. That movement touched off my own powder keg, and I came hard, powerful shudders rolling through me.
    Joy. I felt a great resounding joy to be there with her, to be alive and well, to be living a life I’d never thought would be possible for me after the accident. I gripped Anna’s hands, our fingers laced together against the pillow on either side of her head, and held on until the last shreds of ecstasy drifted away. Then I flopped to the side, withdrawing from her and lying on my back to stare up at the ceiling.
    “Merry Christmas, baby,” Anna murmured.
    “And a happy fucking New Year,” I agreed.
     
    You ever experience one of those moments when your life is so damn perfect it’s scary? You’re secure in the love of the person you care most about, everything’s flowing smoothly and it seems there’s no place you could go from that peak but down?
    I have to catch myself when I start thinking that way. One life-changing car accident can make you afraid to trust in the permanence of good things. And it’s true that nothing lasts forever. But right now I’ve got Anna and she’s got