I'd never been more giddy for our annual Christmas party than I was that Christmas Eve. All night, every time the door opened, my eyes shot there immediately, always waiting waiting waiting for you to come back into my life.

It's going to kill me not to walk into that party tonight and go straight to your mouth.

You'd sent me the text earlier, and I'd laughed over it. But when you walked into the party, seeing you on the other side of the room and knowing that I couldn't go over, couldn't kiss you and hold your hand and smile up at you with every ounce of adoration in me, was much harder than I could have imagined.

You were wearing a navy blue suit, tailored perfectly, with your hair slicked back the way you liked it, and when you spotted me by the stairs, you looked once and then again, and your eyes stuck.

Just like I'd planned.

The dress I picked for the party was long, flowing, shimmering blue and cut low so that you could see the curves you'd sucked on the last time we were together. And when you looked at me, your eyes gobbling me up like Thanksgiving turkey, my nipples tightened hard, begging for your mouth.

You came across the room, glancing around quickly to make sure no one was paying attention to us. When you were in front of me, you smiled. "You look lovely, Lena," you said.

My eyes shot to my dad, who'd spotted you, and I smiled back as politely as I could, but I could barely remember how to act like I hadn't had you inside me, like you hadn't touched me and kissed me and come inside me. "You, too, Mr. Warner," I said, and you winked at me.

"John!" My dad had rushed over, and he was shaking your hand vigorously, like he hadn't seen you in months. "Come here. I have someone I want you to meet." My dad smiled at me, and then he whisked you away. I watched from the base of the stairs as he introduced you to a woman. She was small and cute, and she smiled up at you like you were the greatest thing she'd ever seen, and I couldn't even blame her.

I tried not to let jealousy curl into my blood as I watched you smile down at her, as I watched the two of you flirt. I drank down one, and then two, flutes of champagne, laughing with my dad's golf buddies and my mom's yoga group. I kept my eyes trained on you as I was offered crab cakes and candy canes.

But you did well. You didn't look over. You just pulled out your phone and typed something before putting it away again.

If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to get hard, and that'll really change the mood of this party.

I smiled down at my phone and then threw back the last few sips of my champagne before giving the empty glass back to the waiter.

Oh yeah? I sent back. What will you do then?

If I could, I would walk across this room, grab you, and kiss you until you forgot it was Christmas Eve

What would you do then?

I watched you from across the room as you checked your phone. You did it so smoothly, your face giving away not even a hint of what was going on. I smiled and told one of my dad's doctor friends about how I was faring at Yale.

I would push you to your knees and let you suck me off right here in the middle of this party. Come on your pretty lips to let everyone know you're mine.

I choked on a sip of champagne.

"Are you okay?" the woman across from me asked, her hand stretched toward me. I nodded and coughed again, trying to breathe.

"Yes. I'm just going to-" I motioned away from the living room. "Excuse me."

I hoped you'd follow me. I moved quickly, leaving my champagne on the piano, rushing into the hallway and then out into the cold air. I stopped by the pool, covered by a blue tarp, and shivered. I definitely shouldn't have come out without a jacket. I don't know what I was thinking.

I waited until I heard the door open behind me before rushing forward, into the pool house, leaving the door hanging wide open behind me. I didn't have to look to know it was you. The door shut, and I heard the blissful sound of the lock clicking into place before I felt your heat along my back. Your hands went to my hips, pulling me back to press against your erection, hard as a rock, inside your suit pants.

"God, how do you do this to me?" you whispered against my hair. "How do you make me want you so wildly?"

I spun around to face you. You lunged in for a kiss, but I moved out of the way. I wanted my mouth somewhere else. I got onto my knees, pulling at the button on your pants, but you hauled me back up and slammed your mouth down on mine. You walked me backward, until we were in the pool house's kitchen, until there was nowhere left to go, until my hips hit the edge of the countertop.

Your hands slid through the slit in my skirt, up between my legs, into my underwear. I gasped when your fingers found my clit, rubbing rubbing rubbing. And then, without breaking eye contact, you put your fingers in your mouth, licking my juices from them. I moaned, helpless.

You spun me around and with a hand splayed against my back, you said, "Bend over. Now."

My fingers clawed at the surface of the counter. I had never been so turned on my life, my pussy spasming already, ready to come the second you were inside me. I bent over, and you pulled my skirt up, bunching it at my hips and sliding my underwear down to my knees.

"Oh God," I said, seconds before you were inside me.

We'd fucked rough and we'd fucked gentle, but this was different. I could feel your fingertips digging into my sides as you plunged inside me, in and out until I could swear I was going to die, die from the anticipation, from the need, from everything I felt in my chest for you.

You reached up and pushed my dress aside so that my breasts spilled out. And then your hands covered them, feeling them bounce as you gave it to me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." It was like a chant coming out of my mouth, and I knew you were as excited as I was. Your hand slid away from my breast and in one quick moment, you slapped me on the ass. I bit back a scream, afraid someone would hear, and bent further, letting you in deeper.

You licked the exposed skin on my back, you bit down into my shoulder, you slammed into my wet pussy, coming inside me and groaning in my ear as you did, and when I heard the sound you made, felt your cum inside me, felt your possessive hand on my chest, I came, biting down onto your hand so that no one heard me scream.

When it was over, you straightened my dress, holding me away from you so you could look down at me.

"You're perfect," you said. "I missed you."

I bit my lip and smiled down at my feet, feeling the way you loved me, even if you hadn't said it yet.

"There's something I wanted to discuss with you."

It didn't seem like the best time for a serious talk. My pussy was still spasming, slowly. "Okay."

"I have to go back to London for the summer. My mother, she wants me to come and stay in the house for a few months. I've asked for a leave of absence from the hospital."

Everything inside me dimmed, my heart dropping, my chin already beginning to quake. "Oh. Okay. I'll miss you."

You smiled and tipped my chin up to look at you. "Come with me."

I felt my eyes go wide, felt my heart scream out for you. "Really?"

You leaned down to kiss me, slowly and completely. "Really. What do you think, a whole summer in London with me? Nothing keeping us apart but our clothes?"

I laughed. "Yes."

You kissed me one more time, and it took everything I had not to reach into your pants and pull your cock back out, show you how excited I was with my mouth.

"We have to go back."

So we rejoined the party, slipping back into the house one at a time, and I had barely made it all the way back into the living room before my dad approached me. I could still feel the wetness between my legs, and I tried not to grimace when my dad put his hand on my shoulder.

"You seen John? His date is looking for him."

"Um," I started, and a second later, the back door opened and shut. You came in, rubbing your cold hands together.

My dad grinned. "Ah, John. There you are. Monica's looking for you." You let him cart you away, but I knew what no one else did. Your cum was inside me, your teeth marks on my shoulder, your bruises on my hips. My dad could introduce you to anyone he wanted. You were mine.

I grinned down at the floor, clasping my hands behind my back, and when I looked back up, it was to find my mother watching me.