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I laughed at his silliness, loving that my serious guy could joke and tease with me so easily. Despite his life experiences, Ethan was blessed with a wonderful sense of humor that I cherished in him. He could make me laugh as easily as he could make me burn hot. A uniquely talented man.
“So, really, today is sort of an anniversary for us when you think about it,” I said.
“One year.” He inhaled heavily at my neck. “I didn’t even get a good look at you, but I do remember your purple hat and scarf, and of course, how taken you were by the Christmas Eve snowstorm.”
Considering it was winter and we were naked on the living room sofa, I was surprised at how warm I felt, with absolutely no uncomfortable chill in the room. Hot thumping sex and a radiating furnace plastered against my backside, in the form of my husband, worked wonders, apparently. “Well, the snow was magically beautiful, and you’ve got to understand—a Christmas snowfall for a Cali girl is probably a once in a lifetime occurrence.”
“You never know, now that you live here, it might snow again some Christmas.” His lips brushed the back of my neck.
“True.” I shivered under his lips making trails on my naked skin. “I also remember being jealous of the woman who got to smell you all the time, and it’s funny, but I didn’t look at you, either. If I had, I would’ve known you the night of Benny’s show.?
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He kissed along the top of my shoulder. “Ben’s show—best night of my life.”
“Not for me,” I said, snuggling more deeply against him. “I’m pretty sure right now is the best night of my life.”
“Mmmm…you don’t mind we aren’t out at some party tonight being festive for the season?”
“Um, no, not at all. Besides, we’ll have a full day of it tomorrow at your dad’s house.”
“I rather wish we’d spent Christmas at Stonewell instead of here,” he said softly, one hand sliding up my torso to fondle a breast, lifting the weight and circling the nipple. “But we couldn’t have done this…so, maybe not.”
I laughed at his logic. “Yeah, buckets of paint and power tools pose a problem for finding comfortable places to maneuver a shag.” We’d actually considered spending the holidays in the country, but the major renovations underway at Stonewell helped us make the decision to stay in London instead. Here, things were mostly organized, with the exception of the conversion of a spare bedroom into a nursery.
“I imagine I would’ve found a way to ravish you amid all that bulky equipment,” he said low at my ear, as he thrust against my ass with a hot length of maleness wanting more of what we’d done already.
Once was never enough for Ethan, and I was perfectly fine with that. I hoped his need for me never went away. I don’t think I would thrive without it.
“I want this,” he rasped, two of his fingers plying my back entrance with determined pressure, sending jolts of arousal firing to all of my erogenous zones.
“Yes…okay.” Two words and I was finished with talking. The most conversation I could manage in my heightened state of stimulation. The anticipation of what he would do to my body sent me off into a sexual haze of need and desire, rendering me unable to vocalize much at all. I never worried about what he’d do to me during sex. No matter whatever it was, he would make it good. Ethan made sure.
“You take my breath away,” he purred from behind, where he was working to prepare me to take him in. I knew he was staring, getting turned on by the sight of me on my knees and bowed forward. I felt the slick drops of lube he pumped from the bottle to help ease the way. He was thick and wide, and perfect, but I still appreciated the lubrication.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them.
I realized what was coming at me the instant before I felt it. His glorious tongue.
Ethan used that on me first, the gentle teasing of my tight hole bringing me to a kind of helpless state where I trembled, hovering between this world and somewhere else.
He stopped with his tongue and moved into position. “You do, baby. You take my breath away.” The head of his cock came against my flesh. “Every.” He pushed forward, penetrating with just the tip of his penis. “Fuckin’.” I felt the enormity of his flesh trying to merge with mine, the intensity of his need to sink into me, the craving I had for him to do it. “TIME,” he shouted on a heavy groan, as his cock slid into place, filling me all the way to the root, his balls slapping against my sex with a jolt.
“Oh!” I gasped at his harsh, but beautiful invasion, riding through the sexual heat and sensation of extreme fullness that bordered upon pain but didn’t cross into it. Just steadying myself for the real intensity that would come—once he started to move in and out of me in long, purposeful slides. I started to shake, nearly out of my mind with sensations so intense I could hardly breathe.
“Okay, my beauty?” he rasped at the back of my ear, his beard abrading my skin as he dug his chin into my shoulder to hold himself still, waiting for my answer. He sought my approval, of him, of his taking of me, of his physical domination over my body.
I would always give it to him. I wanted it so badly.
“Yeeees.” I rolled my head back, unable to say more than that one word. I needed to focus on holding myself together before I blew apart into millions of pieces. Our joining felt that overpowering.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” He filled one hand with my hair and started to move within me, long careful slides of hot male flesh piercing me with exquisite deliberation. “So good, baby…” He groaned into each thrust, filling me deeply, taking me along on an erotic, lust-filled trip of sensation. “You’re so beautiful…and sexy fucking amazing,” he chanted, working his cock with the skill I’d come to know and love. Possessing me completely, every part of me laid bare.
I heard something else in his voice, too. A kind of desperation—a frantic desire to meld with me. A dark craving for his body to enfold mine so fully, there couldn’t be any delineation where he ended and I began. His cock, fingers, tongue, his breath, his cum—his everything, wanted in.
And so, Ethan took me until he brought me to the highest peaks of my release, and held me when it broke into a billion shards of shimmering glory. He swallowed my cries with his mouth, and gave me more of him, his cock swelling to irrational hardness in preparation for the blast. He said things to me as he came, shuddering declarations of love and adoration…for me alone…as he filled me up with himself.
3rd January
