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“Oh, Jesus! Lucian!” she calls out, and I feel it too.
My balls rising up, the sound of disbelief escaping me as I try and make it last, but also know I need to fill her and soon.
Her nails are like claws in me, drawing an animal cry of my own as I feel pleasure and some pain once I feel her body stiffen under mine.
There’ll be some blood, maybe even a scar or two if I’m lucky, but my focus is on her release.
I grip her harder, my eyes blazing once hers come back into focus.
We both feel the solid heat of my release as her own quivers on top of it.
We’re both drenched, from top to bottom.
I’ve never felt anything so extreme in my life and it seems to keep going, for both of us for some time yet.
Eventually, I collapse alongside her, exhausted but exhilarated, and she clings to me, tracing her smooth hands over my sweat misted body, tasting it, and then kissing me.
There’s nothing between us anymore, we both know it.
“I love you, Carol,” I pant between heavy breaths.
Grabbing my hand in both of hers, she presses them over her smoldering pussy before lifting them and kissing them.
“And I love you, Lucian, more than my own life. More than anything.”Chapter FifteenCarolI do love him, I’m not just saying it and neither is he.
No two people could feel what we do and not admit it, not want to shout it from the rooftops.
To think only yesterday I was worried about being put out on the street with nothing. I actually believed I had no one.
And now I have the man of my dreams in my arms, with his even tighter around me.
It’s a miracle.
A Christmas miracle?
Eh, I wouldn’t go that far. A part of what I love about Lucian is he does his part for Christmas, lets his staff have their show as well. But he isn’t driven by it.
Is he?
“Why do you do all that Christmas stuff?” I ask him finally, borderline wanting to confess to him how much I hate Christmas.
My question seems to break him from another train of thought.
“I do stuff for so-called charity, for others all year round. I spend more money than I keep, I’m sure of it. Why?” he asks.
Sitting up on one elbow, feeling it shaking under me, I survey his own look and I know he’s the real deal.
He’s a real life Santa, and like he said, all year round. Not just one day of the year.
“I just don’t get the impression you’re a very Christmassy person is all,” I tell him as I fall onto my back, unable to even hold my own weight after what he’s just done to me.
“What do you mean?” he asks, laughing as he props himself up on his elbow, tracing my hair back over my ear before kissing it.
“The whole dressing up thing, a Christmas ball you said? I don’t get it.”
“You’re right,” he admits. “I wasn’t a Christmas person up until now, but it is good to see some people made happier, their life made a little easier, even just for a while,” he adds.
“Is that why you did what you did, with the apartment?" I ask, remembering that I never have to pay rent again, but also that I never want to see that place again either.
“That was to make sure I could get that creep Jelso off your back, and your neighbors’,” he says with a growling voice.
“I don’t ever want you to go back there to live, Carol. But it’s all yours if you change your mind,” he says.
“Change my mind about what?” I ask, smiling already, smelling the powder in his loaded statement.
“About staying here with me,” he says bashfully, then finally cocking a brow as his hand finds a special part of me under the sheets, making me giggle and squirm.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him, breathing in deep. “But don’t you have anyone else?” I ask. “Like friends, I mean… buddies?’
He scrunches his mouth, thinking for a second.
“Do you?” he asks me, and instead of laughing like I know I should, I understand what he means.
“No, no I don’t,” I tell him honestly, looking down.
“Then we have each other, and I’m inviting you to stay, as long as you want. Forever, preferably… and at least for Christmas,” he proclaims loudly, knowing how to make me laugh.
“I’d love to,” I say, looking up at him, wondering just what I did to deserve such a wonderful man.
A friend and a lover.
“We have a few days at least with no one to bother us,” he says confidently.
“How about you, do you need all the trimmings for Christmas? ‘Cause I think I’ve found the true meaning of it in you, Carol. That’s all.”
“How do you mean?” I ask, thinking I know already.
