For the past four years Whit and I have held our annual Holiday dinner with our close group of friends. Trevor and his wife Lilah, Trenton and his wife Aly, and Whit and myself. Trevor, Trenton, and Whit grew up together and have worked together for a few years at Holly's local police department.
Having husbands that grew up together and are just as close as they always have been, it only seemed natural for the three of us ladies to build a friendship. Over the years we have grown just as close, and although we have not known each other as long the guys have, we have a bond that is just as tight.
Tonight, as I get ready for our Holiday dinner, I can't help but think back on last year's dinner and how it forever changed the dynamic of the relationship that we all share.
~~~Christmas Eve 2016~~~
"You about ready?" The unexpected voice bringing my gaze up from the vanity in front of me. Looking in the mirror, I lock eyes with my husband, Whit.
My breath catches at his appearance, leaning there against the door frame to our bedroom. From the moment I laid eyes on Whit I was drawn to him, and to this day I still feel a shutter of anxiousness every time he catches me off guard like he did that day. Whit is tall at five foot ten, compared to my five foot four, although I never seem small in his presence, I feel treasured and safe. His hair a light brown and always cut short, while it's not long enough to fall across his forehead, it is still long enough for me to run my fingers through or pull on just a bit when his mouth is doing what I like best. Tonight, there is a light smattering of stubble across his jaw. I know it is rough but just enough to cause the perfect amount of friction.
"Angie, you need to stop looking at me like that or you'll be late for your own party." His husky voice bringing my attention back to him.
My heart begins to race at the thought of what he could do to me to make us late. I watch his reflection in the mirror as his long strides eat up the distance between us. With one final step he is standing behind me, hands resting on the top of the vanity caging me in. Closing my eyes, I tip my head to the side, a clear invitation for his mouth. One that he doesn't need further instruction to take.
Whit softly kisses the crease of my neck, before biting down, only to soothe the pain with the warmth of his tongue only to start over again.
As his mouth continues to suck and bite along my shoulder and neck moving towards my jaw, Whit lifts his hand from the vanity, running his fingertips up my arm until he reaches the thin strap of my red dress. Hooking his fingers under the strap, he slips the strap over my shoulder, leaving it to hang loose on my arm. "mmm" a soft moan -mine- has my eyes popping open, meeting his once again in the mirror.
Lifting his mouth completely from my body he smiles softly before running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, as if he just needs to savor the taste of me for another second.
"Angie, what did I tell you about this dress?" Whit's voice just a whisper as he runs the tips of his fingers over my exposed breasts, before rolling my nipple between his fingers.
My head falling back against his chest, my long chestnut hair falling in waves against his white button-down shirt and red tie. "you said that the next time I wore it that I better make sure there was nothing under it." I shift slightly on my stool, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs.
"What am I going to find when I slip my hand under the bottom of your dress?" his hands already trailing up my thighs, lifting the dress with the movement.
"keep going and you'll find out."
I suck in a sharp breath of air as his fingers find their way under my dress and connect with my slick folds.
"Good girl." He says, clearly pleased with the easy access that my dress provides.
"Whit, we need to finish getting ready. Our guests will be here any minute." I say with little force.
His fingers lightly stroking along the seam, spreading my legs, I gasp when his fingers make contact with the bundle of nerves. When I lean back a little more he takes advantage of the position by slipping his finger into me. Bringing his mouth back to my jaw he sucks and bites at the sensitive flesh while thrusting his finger in and out of me. It isn't long before I am at the brink of an orgasm, honestly, I should be embarrassed at how quickly this man can work me right to the edge. Just seconds before taking the leap, his fingers slip from my body.
I watch him through the mirror as he brings his fingers to my lips painting them with the juices that are coating his fingers.
At the sound of the knock at the front door, Whit leans in placing a kiss on my cheek "Leave it, I want the taste to linger on your lips."
After Whit left to answer the door I freshened up, making sure not to put on any lipstick. A few minutes later I met him in the living room where our guests were seated. Trevor and Lilah sitting on the couch, with Whit in the chair next to Lilah's end of the couch. On his other side was Aly seated next to her husband, Trenton. Taking the only seat left next to Trenton, I say my hello's before grabbing the glass of wine offered to me.
It isn't long before the conversation is flowing smoothly. I try to keep up the best that I can, but my mind keeps wandering back to the bedroom and the need for the release that I was robbed of. Normally one to enjoy a party, I'm a little thrown off by the need for everyone to leave.
"You ok?" Trenton whispers. His eyes pulled together in concern.
I nod, afraid of what I might say if I was to open my mouth. Placing my glass on the coffee table I excuse myself and head towards the den. One inside, I walk towards the desk sitting on top of it, hoping that the cold wood will ease the ache inside.
"Ang?"
