Page 140 of Our First Christmas


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“You know I love you.”

“Tell me.” I leave the words hanging in the air.

“I—“

Slowly I push the tip in, pausing.

“Love—“

I push in a little further.

“You.”

I push all the way in until I’m fully seated in her. Hell, she feels amazing. I decide to go slow. As much as I want to go hard and claim her over and over, I fucked her hard earlier and want to give her a little reprieve.

We find a slow rhythm as our mouths and hands explore each other like it’s our first time. In a way, I guess you can say it is, as an engaged couple anyway.

When Fallon moans my name in my neck, I know she’s close. I can feel her tightening around me. Picking up the pace a little, I capture her nipple in my mouth. She arches off the bed, grabbing my back. I bite down, adding a little pressure, and she digs her nails in, clawing at me. It stings, but I don’t care. She can fucking mark me any day. I release her nipple from my teeth and swirl my tongue around it. That’s all it takes. Fallon screams out my name as her pussy clamps down on my cock. It feels too good and before I know it, I’m thrusting hard, spilling into her. Her pussy continues milking my cock. Taking every last drop of me.

We’re both panting, covered in sweat. I roll, taking her with me to snuggle her into my side. Soon, she’ll have my last name. Just that thought alone has me wanting to sink back into her.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife. For you to have my last name.”

Fallon leans over, kissing my neck. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“Fallon Maxwell.”

We both suck in a breath, hearing it out loud for the first time. I’ve said it in my head a million times since I started planning this. There’s nothing quite like hearing it out loud.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, Fallon.”

I swear I could stay like this forever, but another idea comes to mind. One that I hope she’ll be okay with.

“Want to fly home tomorrow?”

She sits up and studies me. “What? Why?” Worry lines her features.

I lean up on my elbows and plant a kiss on her lips, trying to reassure her. “I was just thinking how much better it would be to fuck my fiancé in our home, under our Christmas tree.”

Heat floods her face and I can only laugh. Something I’ll never get sick of is making Fallon blush. She’s quiet though, not giving me an answer.

“Well, what do you say?”

She tucks a stray hair behind her ear, “I think I would like that very much.” She reaches across me, running her fingers down my abs to my cock. It grows hard the second her fingers grip it.

I suck in a breath as I pull her on top of me, positioning her exactly where I want her. Fallon takes the lead, guiding herself down on top of me.

Fuck, it feels good.

It always feels good.

I watch as my woman fucks me. She throws her head back, her raven-colored hair falling around her shoulders as her tits bounce. It’s the perfect image of her. One I can get lost in.

And I do just that. I get lost in everything that is Fallon Raine O’Neil, the woman that agreed to be my wife on Christmas Day.

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