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His breath tickles against my bare skin. I giggle as a delicious pop of electricity flits through my body. It’s been a year since I risked my heart for love, and it’s been worth every second with Adrian. He’s so much more than I dreamed possible in a companion. We bicker occasionally, but the makeup sex is worth it. We never go to bed angry and always, without question, love each other deeply.
“Just a quick trip to the bathroom.” I curl my hand around the back of his neck. “Promise I’ll come right back.”
Adrian pulls back the covers and props himself on one elbow as I make my exit. I scamper down the hall to the bathroom and close the door, relieving myself for the third time in as many hours. After a quick detour through the kitchen to start the coffee pot, I rejoin Adrian in our cozy king-sized bed.
“What took you so long?” He tucks the sheet around me as I warm my cold toes on his feet.
“I started coffee to curb your morning grouchies.” I nuzzle into him.
“There are much better ways to put a smile on my face.” His lips brush against mine, and I revel in their softness.
I love the way he thinks.
He nibbles my neck as his hand roves over my swollen breasts. My nipples pebble immediately as he gently pinches and teases them. His morning wood presses into my hip, hot and hard. The man’s a beast, insatiable and always ready to appease my inner bad girl.
I roll to my back as he slides his body over mine, crooking my knee to give him room between my legs. He dots kisses down my neck and shoulder before swirling the tip of his tongue around one hardened nipple at a time. My back arches into him as he suckles, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my core.
My pulse quickens as he traces a finger over my tummy to the needy spot between my legs. His fingers slip between my swollen folds, and I tilt my hips upward, needing so much more. He strokes slowly, caressing the tender flesh and circling the hooded pebble until I’m dizzy and needy.
I moan against his lips as our tongues tangle. My fingers scrape his back along his spine, then grab his ass. He effortlessly teases the release from my body as I buck against his fingers, my body buzzing with pleasure as I come for him.
“That’s my girl.” He smiles against my lips as he positions his thick shaft at my core. “Come for me again?”
I nod, never able to say no to him, nor ever wanting to. He slips inside me slowly, stretching my walls to accommodate his size. My breath hitches as he sinks into me, ceasing movement the moment he’s buried as deeply as possible. He tucks his hand beneath my ass, lifting me as he moves over me, plunging in and out, hitting every nerve ending in my aching sex.
His body tenses as he struggles to hold back his release. He grips my ass tighter, and I grind into him as we fall over the edge together in one long, sweaty, spine-tingling climax. We cling to each other, a slick sheen of sweat the only thing between us.
He rolls to his back, and I stretch across him, listening to thepadam padamof his heart. It slows, lulling me into relaxed bliss.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” He kisses the top of my head as he strokes my back.
“Merry Christmas.” I lift my chin to get a good look at his handsome face. “I have something for you.”
“Yeah?” He grins, flashing the dimple I’ll never be able to resist. “I have something for you, too.”
He shifts to retrieve a small package from his nightstand. I roll off his chest and grab a similar-sized box from my side of the bed. My heart races as I plump a pillow and settle beside him. We decided on handmade gifts only for Christmas this year. I hope he loves what I’ve got for him. It’s as homemade as it gets.
“Open yours first,” he insists.
I pluck at the ribbon and tear into the paper. An old-fashioned, oven-baked clay ornament is tucked inside, hand painted with the words,Our first Christmas as Mr. & Mrs.
“Oh, Adrian. This is the sweetest.” My heart pinches, grateful he’s found more joy in the season than when we first met. And even more delighted he chose to share his life with me. “I love it. Let’s put it on the tree.”
“Not until I open mine.” He grins.
My heart pounds with nervous excitement as he tears into the paper. He makes a show of shaking the box, listening for a clue. He’ll never guess.
“Open it.” My body tingles with anticipation.
He opens the lid and stares at what’s inside while I hold my breath, waiting, hoping.
“You sure?” He gazes at me wide-eyed.
I nod, unable to speak. He reaches across my belly, placing his hand over the bump too small to see. His eyes glisten, and his lips quirk into an adorable smile.
“Then we’ll need aBaby’s first Christmasornament for next year’s tree.”
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