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“Thank God,” she panted, breathy and wanting.
With his weeping tip at her sex, he didn’t hold back. In one major thrust, he bucked forward, sliding home, so deep. So good. “Fuck.”
For a split second, Alex tried going slow. It was like tugging the reins on a horse, mid-stampede.
Each time with Madison was like the first. His first taste of a flame. The first time his heart cracked open.
The first, only, and last time he’d ever fall in love.
All control slipped to oblivion as he slammed in, over and over and over again. Forcing her to take all of him. His size. His thrusts. His sins.
His heart.
Her fingernails sliced into his back. “Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck, yeah.” His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider. Fucked her harder. “Now, Madison,” he growled low.
She resisted, babbling sexily as she rode the high. “More,” she whimpered.
Damn this woman. I am not coming before her.
He downshifted his rhythm, his thumb at her clit, his tongue at her nipple.
Her back arched as her body rocked with his. “Oh…God!”
His teeth grazed her ear, his voice, husky and commanding. “I. Said.Now!”
In a rush, the earth shattered into a million tiny pieces—her orgasm collided with his. Her walls locked around him—taking him in—swallowing him whole—until there was nothing left of him but his thundering heart beating wildly to hers.
* * *
There they lay, side by side, their hands intertwined. The flickering flames of the fire cast a warm glow on Madison’s face as she smiled, satiated and content.
As Alex sat up to tend to the dying embers, Madison turned to her side, her head supported by her hand. Her voice, a tender whisper as she spoke. “I love you, naked Santa.”
A soft smile curved Alex’s lips as he reached for a small box, presenting it to her. “And I love you, wife,” he uttered.
She giggled and opened the box, her expression beaming. “It’s everything,” she sighed, her fingers gently tracing the delicate details of the small holiday ornament.
The angel figure bore a striking resemblance to her, with two adorable cherubs flying alongside. At the bottom, the year was meticulously painted, and underneath, an inscription.
You are my angel’s share.
XOXOX,
Alex
“You know, you already gave me a Christmas gift,” she said, nibbling at the smile on her lips.
His eyes drifted to their beautiful twins, still deep in sleep. “I know,” he replied softly.
“That’s not what I mean.” Her hand tenderly traced along the scruff of his jaw, down the curve of his neck, and over the scars across his chest.
She took his hand in hers and placed it gently over her belly. “Be careful what you wish for, Santa.”
His breath caught in his throat, as a drum solo pounded loud from his chest. “Are you sure?”
Blinking back tears, she nodded. “Between Jess, Jordan, Paco, my mom, your mom, and Stone, I received six pregnancy tests for Christmas. I am sure.”
Excitement surged through him, uncontrolled and unconfined. “Woo-hoo!” he cried.
