A/N: I totally forgot to post this in time for the holidays, but oh well it's only a few days late :) Enjoy the hot Jimel and Ked love below... Happy New Year everyone! xx Mariah
Ages-
Jim - 49
Melinda - 45
Katie - 20
Ned - 24
Aaron - 16
Mackenzie - 10
Lana - 2
"Okay, you guys, here's your warning, you better find some ugly sweaters for my mom's Christmas party or she isn't going to let you drink the good eggnog!" Katie announced with her usual flourish, standing in between the couch and tv.
They had taken a trip to the city since Rockland University had gone out for winter break and Ned had luckily gotten chosen for a weekend off. She had missed the fast-paced city she lived in for two years, and he couldn't be happier to spend some time with his fiancee away from home.
Hannah and Brandon were always happy when they visited, especially when Katie brought a container of her dad's famous Christmas cookies. Said couple was cuddled together on the couch under a blanket while Ned lounged in the recliner on his phone. They were so involved in whatever holiday movie was playing, she had to scurry behind the television and unplug it, the flatscreen instantly going dark.
"Goddamnit, Katie, we were watching that!" Brandon groaned.
"What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Hannah asked.
She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and standing in front of the blank screen. "What did I just say?"
"Something about your mom's stupid party," Brandon complained, crawling off the couch and over to reset the television, mumbling how he hoped it didn't take too long for the streaming service to boot up. His voice was muffled behind the screen. "Why do you even care about the ugly sweaters? Melinda making you do this stuff?"
"No, she isn't." She crossed her arms again. "And besides, I love the holidays. Come on, it'll be fun! My mom even got Tim to agree to bartend for it."
It was her boyfriend's turn to pipe up. "It isn't hard to get Tim to agree to pour alcohol for anyone," Ned said as he reached over for his beer bottle on the coffee table, taking a sip and smirking. "And besides you win the sweater contest every single year, so what's the fun in it?"
"The fun is that you get to be with me," she said, smirking knowingly at him. "I thought you always had fun."
Hannah burst into laughter and Brandon smirked knowingly the second Ned piped up, chuckling as her boyfriend's pale face instantly turning pink as he struggled to swallow his sip of beer. "Yeah. Totally," he said, slowly standing up.
She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room then, Ned following her closely. She went into the kitchen and pulled out the last beer from the fridge and twisted the top off. He noticed she fiddled with her engagement ring as she leaned against the counter, sighing loud enough for him to hear.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Really?" She muttered, glancing at him. "What's wrong?"
"Yeah," he moved to stand next to her. "Was it something I said?"
"Did you have to be so sarcastic to me back there?" She glanced away from him, taking another drink of her beer.
"I'm sorry, babe," he said, finishing off his and tossing the empty bottle in the recycling bin. "I didn't know you liked your mom's party that much. I thought your enthusiasm was put on for her."
She rolled her eyes and took another swig. "Whatever, Ned. It's not a big deal. If you don't want to go, then you don't have to. I'm not going to be that girl who forces their significant other to do things they don't want." She walked past him and toward her bedroom, closing the door behind her with a loud thud.
Hannah took the moment of silence after the door was shoved closed rather angrily to walk into the kitchen. "That was not your best moment, Banks." The blonde chuckled.
Since Melinda usually held her party at her antique store, it was a shock when the location changed to the Clancy house. Though considering last year Ned had gotten a little too drunk and knocked over a rather expensive vase, he wasn't all that surprised.
He pushed through some people he didn't know, banging on the kitchen counter where his step-father Tim was holding court as a bartender. "Whiskey."
"Ned, you wait your turn; I'm getting your fiancee a drink. Ladies always come first," Tim replied.
"They do now? You'll have to tell my brother that." Katie chuckled, turning toward him with a warm smile. There was a flush on her cheeks from the alcohol she had been drinking, but he knew it was also from him. "Hey, you. Where have you been?"
His face instantly warmed at the soft, husky voice. He hadn't recognized her at first, standing beside Tim, waiting on her drink. When they had arrived at the party, Katie's hair had been woven into a complicated french braid, but it was mostly unraveled now, pillowing along her shoulders and tumbling to the middle of her back.
Her take on an "ugly sweater" was a large knee-length green thing that had a huge red bow on it which read "I am the present." She'd paired it with black tights and ankle boots that propped her up the last few inches she needed to be the same height as he was.
"Um," he hummed, trying to come up with an answer. "Around. Just milling around." He sighed, needing more to drink. "Your hair looks nice down."
"Just nice?" she teased as Tim handed her a drink.
"Very nice?" He hoped would be better, but she only laughed harder at him.
Then Tim handed him some sort of brown liquid that had a candy cane stuck in it. His stepfather waggled his eyebrows at him. The red sweater and red Santa cap on his head clashed so horribly with his patterned pants that Ned had to look away or else he might go blind.
Ned sipped the drink carefully, almost spitting it back into the cup. Coughing, the liquid burned the inside of his mouth. Katie, of course, just smiled and sipped her drink, unaffected. "You would like this, it's like Fireball," he coughed.
"Well I do like Fireball," she said, clinking her drink against his as they stepped away from the makeshift bare slightly. She nodded to his sweater, smiling wide, her brown eyes glittering. "Your sweater is more amusing than it is ugly."
"My mom made me wear it," he muttered, shrugging.
"I told you earlier that I thought it's cute," she said, winking at him before leaning in close to his ear. "Just like your butt."
Cute wasn't really what he was going for. "I guess," he shrugged and took another sip of his drink, making a face, but he no longer tasted the burning.
He supposed it would do the trick for him. He supposed he had to just keep drinking, so he did, another swallow and he was numb enough it didn't taste too bad. He walked from the kitchen with her, but she didn't go to join anyone else, sticking near him by the fireplace.
The heels she wore looked dangerous and she tottered on them a bit as she stepped closer to him, still giggling and drinking. "Are you having a good time tonight?" She asked, her hand reaching out to touch his arm.
He laughed, gesturing around at the lights and music playing along with the hum of chatter around the family home. "I guess. Christmas parties have never been my scene." He sighed.
"Oh, yeah. I guess," she laughed and looked around the room. "I always thought they were fun. Getting to be with your friends and family, drinking together, dancing together… it seems like a good time for me." She lifted her head and met his gaze.
For just a brief second, they remained still; then, as if pulled together by a force, they leaned towards each other. Ned closed his eyes as he felt the soft texture of her lips. God, how he loved this girl. He pulled her closer to him as they separated slowly.
He saw the bashfully happy smile ease onto Katie's face as he pulled her in for another kiss, this one even shorter than the last as she pulled away to finish her drink before she tugged on his arm. "Come on, let's get something a bit stronger."
"Stronger than this?" He chuckled. She would be the death of him in the morning. "Okay, I guess."
He managed to guzzle a little more of the shitty candy-cane drink, the images of Katie starting to blur a bit on the edges but were still quite lovely. She had no idea how beautiful she was, even in that stupid sweater.
He reached, plucking at some lint on her sleeve, smiling down at her. She beamed up over the top of her cup. "You're the best present I could ask for," he teased.
"So where did your mom get this one? Very appropriate." She drawled out the words again, swaying on her heels. It was a cartoon drawing of Santa being pulled over for going "too fast" on Christmas Eve to deliver presents. "Giving Santa a ticket would probably put you on the naughty list forever."
"My mom said she found it in the clearance section at TJ Maxx," he said as they stepped back toward the bar.
"Who doesn't like to be a little naughty? Mistletoe!"
Ned physically and audibly groaned as her little brother Aaron jumped in between them, wearing reindeer antlers and holding aloft a giant piece of mistletoe. "Can't you go find Lucy or something?"
"Ned, seriously, lighten up!" Aaron dangled the mistletoe over their heads, leaning in to kiss his older sister's cheek. "Come on, Katie, you've got to return it. Dad would be mad if you didn't."
She rolled her eyes and kiss her brother's cheek. "Leave us and give mom and dad another reason to kiss," she said, nudging the teenager toward where their parents sat chatting with a few other people at the dinner table. "Now, where were we before he so rudely interrupted us?"
"Um, you were saying something about my sweater?" He replied, glancing down at his top briefly.
"Oh, yes and how you'd be on the naughty list for giving Santa a ticket." She giggled and pulled on the hem of his sweater slightly.
"I doubt that," he shook his head.
"Are you friends with Santa and I didn't know?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, yes. Best buds." He burst out laughing.
"Well, you'll have to pass on that I've been a very good girl this year." She giggled and leaned in to kiss his lips.
"Now that I can do. Now come on, let's go join your parents at the table." He said and pulled her slightly toward the dining room. "Looks like your dad is about to pop the good champagne open."
Melinda nodded politely, only half-listening to the man she was talking to. They'd been reintroduced earlier in the evening, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember anything about the man other than him being some sort of doctor who Jim had worked with some time some amount of time ago.
Eyes scanning the room without appearing to look away from him, she spotted Aaron as he was being nudged away from a rather close Katie and Ned in the kitchen. Mackenzie was enjoying the last hour or so before she would have to go upstairs and get ready for bed. While Melinda knew the ten-year-old wouldn't go to bed yet, she didn't care as long as she stayed in her room before the party could get too out of hand, like it always did every year.
Thankfully, Lana, was with Jim's mother at Delia's apartment until they would call her later to bring her home once it was quiet enough for her to sleep in her room and wake for Christmas morning. That was when she noticed her teenage son meandered over by the punch bowl, mistletoe in one hand he poured himself a generous serving of eggnog – at least his third that evening, from what she'd seen, and she had a sudden, horrible, nearly visceral thought-
Does he know there's alcohol in that? He DOES know there's alcohol in that.
"Excuse me," she interrupted as gracefully as she could, "but there's a situation I must attend to." Not waiting for his reply she hurried over to her son.
"Yeah, not happening," she said, swiping the solo cup. "You've gotten plenty from how you're swaying through the room."
"I must've grabbed it by mistake?" Aaron chuckled a grin that reminded her too much of her husband slid onto his face with ease and she shook her head at him.
"Nice try," she said, swiping the mistletoe from him but not before she stole a kiss on the cheek. "Go mingle around and behave. Or I'll make you regret it."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll behave, but can I just have this last cup?" Aaron asked with a sly smile.
"Fine. The last one," she said, holding it out to him. "Promise me it is the last one."
"I promise. I love you," her son said, slinking away into the living room quickly as she made her way back to sit beside Jim just as he popped open a bottle of champagne.
"Mel, hey!" He looked up at her, face brightening at seeing her and he handed her a flute. "Where'd you run off too?"
Smiling tensely, she eased the flute out of his hand, replacing it with her own and lacing their fingers together as she took a sip of alcohol. "I caught our son trying to sneak off with some eggnog," she acknowledged. "I ended up giving in, but I told him it was his last cup."
"Every kid tries it, babe," he chuckled, giving her a wink.
"It's half rum, though. Shouldn't we talk to him?" She asked.
"Ah, maybe tomorrow. Let's not spoil the party, hmm?" He said knowingly, smacking his lips. "Rum is pretty good."
She stared at him and he stared back, making her sigh. She lifted the mistletoe slightly and he noticed it almost immediately. He tilted his head in consideration, but still kissed her first, drawing her in for a moment of passion.
"Twenty-some years and still the happy couple," someone cheered as they separated.
"Yeah, yeah," Delia butt in, as she usually did. "But Katie and Ned just got engaged this summer!"
Melinda took the moment of reprieve from the attention of her guests to look at Jim. "You good, babe?"
Wrinkling his nose his eyes unfocused as he took stock; most if not all of his senses had dulled from drinking most of the night. "Huh," he said, perfectly neutrally, and it was all the confirmation she needed.
"Jim?" She asked again.
"I'm fine," he promised, before frowning and adding, "or I will be after I get a glass of water. Is there somewhere we could sit down?"
Biting her lip, she looked around only to spot the lift nearby. "We might as well go up to our room for a bit," she decided, already moving towards the living room the make toward the stairs. "That alright with you?"
Her husband let out an undignified laugh, sidling up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. "Being alone with you is always all right."
A short walk later she led them into their room, immediately stepping out of her heels only for his hand to wrap around her arm.
"Problem?" she arched an eyebrow, only to find a serious expression on his face as he stared down at her feet.
"Can you… keep those on?" He asked softly, the intensity of the blue in his eyes boring through her.
Melinda shivered involuntarily. She knew that tone, knew where his mind had gone and was fully on board with his plan, her heart rate picking up speed as tendrils of desire spread through her.
"Yeah. I can keep them on," she rasped, holding onto his shoulders ostensibly for balance as she stepped back into them. "You wanted to sit down."
"Mhmm. I did," he said, pulling her by her hips he moved closer and pressing their hips flush against each other as he slowly lowered his head to hers, pausing close enough for his breath to puff over her lips.
"Don't tease," she whispered, leaning forward enough to bus her lips over his, not truly close enough for real contact as their lips brushed again and again.
So close to his mouth the scent of rum was strong, and she was equally intoxicated by the eggnog she'd had, the fumes from what he had, and his sheer presence so close, still enough of a novelty that it instantly turned her to goo.
He kissed her, boldly, deeply, the kind of kiss that made her knees weak and a brilliant heat flare in her core. Clinging to him she matched his passion, losing herself in his taste. His hands slid down over her hips to her ass, holding her tightly to him and lifting her as she gasped.
He stumbled to the bed, falling back onto it as gracefully as he could and she landed in his lap.
Chuckling, she sat upright, straddling his hips and pushing her hair out of her face. "You're so lazy," she panted, "don't you ever want to be on top?"
"I appreciate you better from down here," he shook his head, sitting upright and kissing her again, hands moving to her breasts and massaging them through her dress. "The view is nice."
Running her fingers through his hair she rolled her hips against him, pressing kisses to his mouth. "Sure, because who wouldn't want a nice view?"
Melinda's back arched, lifting like a sinuous wave from the mattress beneath her, a drawn-out moan slipping from between her lips. The sun had set hours before, thin slivers of moonlight filtering through a break in the thick drapes that managed to hold out most of the winter chill.
The chill that did manage to creep in danced over her skin, and for that, Melinda was grateful. Because right now, her skin was on fire, beads of sweat breaking out on her temples and snaking a line down between the valley of her breasts.
Even after all these years, the feeling of Jim over her, around her, inside her, made her feel like she was burning up from the inside out.
"Jim," she groaned, as his mouth roamed over her breasts, tracing across the soft flesh until he drew one of the darkened peaks into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his black waves tugged slightly in the way she'd grown to know he loved. "I need you."
Her husband lifted his head, his blue eyes blazing into hers, and his own insatiable need echoed there. His mouth crushed to hers as he raised himself over her, her arms dropping to the mattress so her fingers could interlock with his on either side of her head. Her eyes fluttered closed as he slid inside her and he snapped his hips against hers, fast and hard, the way they both wanted it when they were drunk enough.
It wouldn't take long, both of them wound as tight as tops. She was close; she could feel it in the way her eyes were starting to blur, in the way her stomach clenched, and in the way her heart was racing out of control. And with the way, Jim's breathing was rapid and labored, and the way his thrusts were becoming faster and more erratic, she knew he wasn't far behind.
As usual, he gave her one hell of an orgasm. He had been able to do that for twenty-five years. They fell over the edge together, and with a sleepy, satisfied smile, Jim lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
His words came out in a soft drunk mumble. "Merry Christmas, Melinda. I love you."
"Merry Christmas, Jim..." She hummed as she tucked her face into his neck.
By the time they stumbled back to the party, giggling and sated, most of the effect of the eggnog had worn off.
"We look fine, right?" Melinda asked, clinging to him as they entered the kitchen. "D'you think it's obvious what we've been doing?"
"Nah, we're fine. I think Katie knows though. She won't stop making eye contact with me," he dismissed, keeping an arm securely around her waist, more for his benefit than hers. "Though I didn't leave you any visible hickeys."
She giggled, thinking of all the delightful, hidden places where he had left her hickeys, her thighs still trembling from aftershocks. "You'd think you would have realized by now that she enjoys messing with you." She teased him.
"Like her mother," he said, glancing at her.
"Hmm, I don't think that's where she learned that from," she said as they reached the dessert table, and he gladly ladled them each another cup of cheer, which they were just toasting with when-
"Please tell me you aren't going to sneak off again," Katie's voice behind them made them both freeze, exchanging guilty looks before turning. "Everyone knows you ran off to shag upstairs."
"Do we look like we've been shagging?" Melinda asked indignantly, losing her confidence when her daughter's scowl didn't change- if anything, it deepened.
"Yes." Katie stepped closer, straightening her father's collar and wiping discretely at his ear. "Dad is covered in your lipstick, and you reek of sex. And rum."
She flushed, embarrassed to have been caught like a teenager. "The eggnog was spiked with rum," she replied.
Katie gave her an annoyed look, one that gave her visceral flashbacks to her adult-sized daughter being fifteen. "Technically it's not spiked if it's supposed to have rum in it, mom." Stepping back, she looked them over then sighed. "I'm the kid here. Why am I disciplining my parents?"
"Sorry, babe." Melinda sighed.
"Sorry, bug." Jim tried not to laugh, and she giggled with him, her cheeks warming a little.
Pursing her lips, Katie shook her head. "Whatever. Just… no more antics, understand? No one wants to see you going at it in the corner. If you want to just call it a night, you can. Everyone will start to leave or call themselves a cab. Ned and I are sleeping in the basement."
"That sounds like a good plan," Jim said, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Are you headed down there now?"
"Yeah. I'm tired," Katie said, waving Ned over. "Too much rum."
"Well, goodnight then. We'll see you in the morning." She said, giving her eldest daughter a quick hug along with Ned.
"See you in the morning," Ned said.
As the young couple walked off, Melinda shared a knowing look with her husband. "She just scolded us and then ran off with Ned to do the same thing, no?"
"Yeah, she did. Wonder where she learned that from," Jim teased her.
When Katie and Ned hurried down to the basement, she kicked off her flats along the way and locked the door shut once they were inside to ensure no drunk guest would try to come downstairs. She leaned on it for a minute with her eyes closed, just trying to catch her breath. Music still drifts up from downstairs and she could hear the faint clinking of glasses.
This was better, though. Katie was ready to go to bed with Ned.
She wandered to her bed and flopped on her back, spread-eagle. She heaved a sigh, closing her eyes again, and basked in the quiet. The bed dipped and she felt the bed dip, Ned's lips were light against her neck and she moaned.
"I'm sleepy," she said, turning her head slightly to see Ned slowly move off the bed, and she sat up. "Oh, no. I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to lay down for a minute."
"It's fine," he said, pulling his sweater off and tossing it to the floor before pulling off his socks. "I was gonna go take a quick shower."
"Were you?" She asked.
He shrugged. "Unless you want me to come back?" All he still wore were his unbelievably tight jeans and a gray t-shirt with a faded logo she couldn't read in the faint glow of the nightlight. She thought about turning on her bedside lamp so she might see Ned in all of his glory, but she thought against it when she remembered how much she'd had to drink.
"I do," she said, waving him over.
He walked toward her and embraced her fiercely, kissing her passionately and she couldn't ignore how wet she continued to grow as he ran a hand over her ass. When he had taken her in his arms, her own had instinctively circled his waist, but she moved them now so she could undo his jeans.
His breath hitched in her mouth when she opened the button and pulled down the zipper, but before she could push his jeans and boxers over his hips, Ned kissed the corner of her mouth and roamed down, trailing wet kisses along the way.
Katie shivered, tickled by his tongue and lips on her skin, and she moved her hands to run down his back. Ned wrapped an arm behind her back to lift and moved her up the bed a bit roughly. He kneeled on the bed between her knees and kissed along her collarbone. His broad shoulders eclipsed the string of lights around the banister and then he's lying on top of her, heavy in the way she liked.
Her thighs squeezed his hips. "Ned," she whined.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered in her ear, his hands meeting the hem of her sweater and easing it up and over her shoulders quickly.
Once that was tossed to the floor, she leaned up on her elbows so he could properly appreciate the black lacy bra she had specifically worn for this precise moment. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment and she saw the smirk play on his lips.
Unsurprisingly, his mouth went straight to the top of her right breast while his thumb rubbed through the fabric to get at the nipple of her left. He was anxious and inelegant, and she liked it, all the same, so much she desperately wanted to get him the hell out of his jeans, to feel him against her again.
So she fought to get her fingers in his waistband, but he was every bit as intent on her breasts and they worked passionately at cross purposes for several seconds until she finally had his jeans and boxers down far enough she could get his cock in her hand. She couldn't see below where his head was on her chest, but that didn't matter too much either. She knew him like the back of her hand, better than she ever had before.
Ned had appreciated her bra as much as anyone might in the situation and decided that it was time for it to go. With a quick snap, he had the clasp open and the straps off her shoulders. But rather than going straight for them with his mouth as she had expected, he kissed her mouth fiercely, moving their bodies as close together as he might and pulled down her leggings. She loved the feel of him everywhere they touched—mouths, chests, her hand on his cock, his hands pushing against her leggings.
She thought she may have whimpered, but Ned's focus was on pushing her leggings down to the floor. Sadly, he took her panties in the same movement, and he would likely never know that they matched the bra he had seemed so fond of. She was free of her clothes, and Ned finally did the same as well. He tried to come for her again, but she held up a hand to stop him and she slipped off the bed.
"Where are you going?" He asked, lying on his back on the bed.
She could feel his eyes on her every movement as she bent over to open her weekend bag she'd brought for herself over this Christmas weekend. "I'll only be a minute," she giggled and pulled out what she had been hiding. The red and white fur of the hat in her hand made Ned chuckled as she came back over to him. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, are you going to wear that?" He asked, his eyebrows arching.
"No," she said, sliding up next to him and pull the Santa's hat on his head. "You are, Mr. Claus."
"Well, now get over here and take a ride on Santa's lap," he said, winking at her.
"Oh, you are a charmer," she giggled again and before she could move, he slid on top of her.
At that moment they were in her bed, the length of their naked bodies pressed together, mouths open to each other, hands roaming. Ned pushed a finger inside her, and she wiggled her hips and moaned, wanting more from him. He gave it to her—a second and third finger and he worked them hard in and out, just how she hoped he would soon with his cock.
She gripped his hair tight in her fist and sucked on his neck, reveling in the sensation of what he was doing to her body.
"I believe I said I'd always do whatever you wanted," he panted in her ear. "I am at your service."
They both hummed with lust and warmth, and there were any number of things she would like Ned to do to her, but at least for now, she wanted to keep things straightforward. Not that she expected anything but pleasure from Ned in this. She pulled his head back so she might look him in the eye.
"I want you to fuck me, baby." She whined.
He nearly swallowed her with his answering kiss as he positioned himself between her legs. He thrust himself against her a few times, but with real reluctance, he pulled out of their kiss and sat back on his haunches so he could put on one of the condoms from his wallet. She watched, taking the opportunity to soak in more of his glorious body with her eyes.
Katie always relished the moments they were together like this and when he guided himself inside her, she gasped with joy. He felt as good as he always did, deep inside her, now she just needed him to move as perfectly. Not that she didn't trust him to do what he always did best, but she wanted to take no chances (and she longed to sink her fingers into his round, firm ass), so she guided him with strong hands around his waist, setting the pace.
He leaned over her, kissing through panting lips, thrusting in and out of her. It was glorious, but she could sense his excitement in spite of the amount of scotch he had drunk along with whatever was in that damn candy-cane drink Tim had given him, and she didn't want this over quite yet. She smacked his ass, and he yelped, but the sly look he gave her let her know she hadn't misstepped or crossed a line.
"On your side, soldier," she said, scooting to her left and pointedly looking at her right where she wished him to move. He followed this order admirably, and just as quickly caught her desire when she very deliberately moved one of his hands between her thighs. "That feels so fucking good," she moaned.
"I told you I was at your service," he whispered.
She threw her head back and moaned and just enjoyed the sensation for several minutes while she writhed against him. When she felt herself getting close, she reached down and found him as hard and ready as he had been before. Pushing him onto his back, Katie straddled him, and bright mind that he was, he steadied himself and they slipped right back together.
He felt fucking even more amazing inside her like this, and she rocked her hips back and forth, soaking in the tingle building in her. But she needed more. Ned had both of his hands on her breasts, and as delightful as a pinch to her nipples might be at this moment, she needed help focusing on what was happening between her legs.
She pulled his right hand free with her left and used him as leverage to grind harder against him. To help her more, he dropped his other hand to her hip and thrust with her. It was so good and she was so close, and she leaned down, digging the nails of her free hand into his chest. She threw her head back, and in another moment, they were both coming.
Katie sagged on top of him, both of them panting and sweaty. She supposed she would need to move at some point, but Ned didn't seem to be in much of a rush, and she certainly found the position entirely acceptable.
He stroked her hair, and she kissed his shoulder. "Was that the sort of thing you were hoping for?" he whispered before kissing her temple.
"Yes," she chuckled, her body moving slightly and reminding her that he was still inside her.
He hugged her tight and then released her, and she sighed as she rolled off him while he threw the condom away. "I just wanted to make sure, because I'm always willing to go again." He said.
She rested her chin on his chest as he embraced her, his fingers tracing down her spine to the cleft of her ass. "Mmm… we might have to look into that." But then she remembered she had to be up early in the morning to help her mom with Christmas dinner and she'd promised her and she would go for a run at the gym with him to work off the hangover. "But not tonight. I've got an early start tomorrow."
Ned's hand cupped her behind. "You don't need that much sleep. They wouldn't mind if you went to help an hour later."
"All of this doesn't happen by accident, you know," she said, gesturing at her body, which she did very little to maintain. "No, I need my beauty sleep. But we can take a shower if you want… and I'll help you."
She had to climb over him to get out of bed, and he tried to hold her in the bed, but not seriously, and she easily slipped through his hands. The floor creaked as he stood up and she went into the bathroom first, leaning over the tub to turn the water on. She felt his hands on her as she stood up, pulling her back into his chest.
"What if… I wanted a little more than help from you," he whispered against her throat and his low voice drifted to her ears as she smiled.
"That could be arranged," she turned around quickly and pushed the Santa's hat off of his head as she ran her fingers through his hair and brought their lips together again.
He picked her up swiftly, and his lips brushed against hers lightly, sending a spark of desire between them both. He kissed her once more, tenderly. Katie sighed into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly. A part of her screamed in excitement when he deepened the kiss, his tongue moving against hers.
"Ned," she whimpered, pulling on his hair slightly. "Let's get in the shower."
"Not yet," he said, licking his lips. "Let's let the water warm up a bit…" His hands moved down over the soft skin of her thighs before he dropped to his knees in front of her and he pressed kisses on her one of her legs, moving up towards her center. He continued to tease her, enjoying the way her soft moans filled his ears. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he spread her legs slightly so that he could see her fully. "Beautiful," he murmured in appreciation.
Katie flushed, slightly embarrassed as she had never had a man compliment her like that before. Not even Ned in all of their time together. All feelings of embarrassment flew out the window, however, when he covered her with his mouth. He licked her slit, lapping at her before his tongue went to her center, swirling around the small nub teasingly.
"God, Ned," she whimpered, her body tingling in delight.
She wanted him desperately. He had been right; she wanted his mouth everywhere. His fingers replaced his mouth on her center as he teased her, his tongue darting inside of her.
"You always taste… so delicious," he said with a groan, kissing the inside of her thigh once more. "I could do this all night."
"I don't know if I could handle this all night," she admitted quietly.
Ned laughed. "Well, we'll have to try that someday and find out, won't we?" His suggestion sent a thrill through her. He continued to fuck her with his tongue, his thumb rubbing at her furiously. She began to rock against his face, urging on her orgasm. "Come for me, baby," he whispered against her. "I want to see you come undone."
Something inside of her stirred and she came, crying out his name as waves of pleasure rolled over her body. "Ned!" she gasped. "More, please," she begged, writhing against his face.
Ned pulled away, looking up at her with his trademark smirk. "What do you want, Katie?"
"You," she panted. "I want you inside me."
He stood, laughing. "That can be arranged. I love it when you're bossy." He was intrigued by the notion and smirked. "Do you want me in the shower or out here?"
"Out here," she whimpered. "Right now."
Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her hard as he maneuvered her towards the bathroom sink in the center of the recently renovated basement bathroom. Luckily for them, it was a guest bathroom and pretty clear.
Ned broke the kiss, turning her around and bending her over the cold marble. While having fun on counters was not something new in their book, this position on a counter was. "Place your hands on the counter out in front of you. Try to keep there, hmm?" He asked quietly.
Katie did as he bade, shivering in delight when he gave her an order. While she had never let Toby control her like this before, she was beyond excited whenever Ned did. Mostly because she'd always known he would never hurt her. She knew that if she wanted to stop at any time, Ned would. He never pushed her to do anything she didn't want to do. She hadn't known Toby well enough to say the same for him, and in the end, he had hurt her.
"Is this okay?" he asked, running his hands down the slender curve of her back.
"Yes," she said breathlessly with a nod. "Please," she begged, wiggling her ass at him. "I want you, Ned."
He wasted no time in aligning himself at her entrance and entering her in one swift motion. "Fuck," he hissed. "You always feel so good this way..."
She mumbled something incoherently as her body adjusted to his size at this angle. "Holy shit," she gasped as he moved his hips slightly.
"I'm not going to last long," he admitted, thrusting into her with long, deep strokes. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he fucked her. "You feel too fucking good."
She gasped in pleasure. "Well, good thing we have all night then, heh?"
Ned laughed. "I guess it's a good thing we're both insatiable then, hmm?" He leaned over her, kissing her neck teasingly.
She moaned as he moved into her from behind, her body hitting the cold marble with each thrust. It was a little uncomfortable, but the pleasure with each thrust inside her removed any uncomfortable feelings she was having. "Ned, Ned, Ned," she murmured, chanting his name continuously as she felt another orgasm approach.
With each thrust, her body tightened more and more, the coil inside of her tightening continuously. Finally, it snapped, an orgasm crashing into her once more. The feel of her gripping him tightly inside her as she came was too much. Ned pulled out as he orgasmed as well, feeling the warmth on her back as he pressed his face into her shoulder, spent before pulling her upright and around to face him.
"Do you think we were too loud?" He asked, thinking about the possibility of the random people and their family upstairs hearing their cries of passion.
"Probably," she giggled. "We are never going to hear the end of it if we were."
He chuckled as he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Katie returned the kiss eagerly, her body still humming in delight from the heat of her love for him as she pulled him into the shower, giggling all the while.