EROTIC FICTION
Raise Your Glass!
The New Year’s Eve party wasn’t only about a glass of bubbly
“Raise your glass!”
Sharon Harrington looked at the group across the bar from her. They were all in high spirits, obviously because of the magic of New Year’s Eve.
Yay, yay, yay… a new year is upon us, so let’s all be happy and celebrate.
Sharon grimaced as she picked up the glass of wine in front of her and took a sip. Years ago, she had been part of a group of friends too.
Many years ago.
But ever since she had left her partner, those so-called friends had pushed her away. She was a pariah. How had she dared to leave the golden boy of the group? The leader? If only those friends knew what kind of man he was when they were not around.
Insecure and abusive. Physically abusive. The number of times she had hidden her bruises…
Sharon shrugged her shoulders, picked up her glass — how many had she have already? — and gulped down the rest of the wine. She didn’t want to go there. Didn’t want to think about those bad times. The physical marks had long gone, but the bruise on her soul will be there forever.
A shiver ran down her spine, and she desperately tried to push the memories away.
That was when she caught his eye.
That was the moment she noticed him.
His eyes melted her insides.
Sharon Harrington, get a grip on yourself!
She couldn’t.
Blame the wine.
Blame her loneliness.
Or just blame the fact she hadn’t been laid in forever. Whatever it was, before long, he was at her side and by the time the fireworks shattered the darkness outside, he expelled the darkness from her soul with an intense, tongue-tied kiss.
The harsh midday light of New Year’s Day brought back the memories of hours before.
Her hand was in his when he pulled her from the bar stool and took her home.
How he had almost torn her clothes from her body once the front door closed behind them.
The slap on her bottom when he bent her over the couch before his fingers parted her lips and found her wet and waiting.
The feeling when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, not once allowing his lips to break contact with hers.
The deep, intense fuck that brought her several orgasms and him, only one. Their second coupling, tender and loving and… familiar.
Sharon turned her head to look at Nathan. Instead of the feeling of disgust she expected to feel, there was something different. She had no name for it. Her first instinct was to look away when he opened his eyes, but his smile pulled her towards him. Their kiss was gentle, exploratory, searching for the passion they had felt the night before.
No, only hours before.
Passion found them.
They found passion.
Their fucking wasn’t that.
It was making love.
No urgency.
New Year’s Day held a promise of more. They didn’t know each other, but they did. Without words, they agreed to stay in bed that day.
To be.
There were 364 days left to figure out where this would go, if anywhere. Sharon didn’t want to think about it. All she needed was to feel Nathan’s lips on hers, his hands worshipping her body. She needed to see the softness in his eyes when he looked at her, the smile on his face when he softly brushed his fingers through her long hair. And she needed his cock inside her again, for him to circle and pinch her nipples.
And she did.
Raise your glass! shot through her mind when she thought of the moment he looked at her from across the bar the night before.
Raise your glass! was what she symbolically did to the new year when he entered her for the umpteenth time that New Year’s Day…
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