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“I’m not the sexy one, baby girl, that’s all you.” Bear gives me a quick spin and then pulls me in for another kiss. This kiss quickly turns into something more as Bear runs his hands up my thigh and under the edge of my skirt. “How long do we have?” he asks.
I look over at the clock. “Maybe ten minutes if we are lucky,” I answer as his fingers find their way into my panties.
“I’m feeling very lucky,” Bear says. “I think we can make it before anyone shows up. “It’ll be fast and hard.”
“I love it when you fuck me fast and hard.”
“Damn,” Bear swears.
He pushes me over the side of the couch. My skirt flying up around my waist and my panties pulled down quickly. Bear runs a finger from his large hand through the juices flowing from my pussy. I’m wet and ready for him to fuck me, no foreplay required.
“Bear, get your cock out and stick it in me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hear the zipper of his pants go down and then I feel the head of his long, hard cock at my entrance. In one swift thrust Bear enters me and begins to thrust in and out of me. It feels so good — every time feels so good. There’s no way to make this last, our friends could be walking up the stairs at any minute.
“I need you to come for me, baby girl, right now.” Bear makes tight circles on my clit as he pounds into me fast and hard.
I come before I can tell him it’s happening. I try to refrain from screaming, but it just feels so damn good that I can’t help myself. I let out a wail as Bear pumps one, two more times into my sensitive pussy and comes with his own yell. If anyone is outside the door, they will know what we were doing.
We stay together, over the side of the couch, for a moment. Bear whispering sweet nothings in my ear and kissing whatever skin he can reach. A knock at the door interrupts our afterglow. I jump up and look down at myself. I’m not put together at all anymore.
“Go to our room and fix whatever you need to fix.” A quick kiss on my forehead and then nose. “I think you look hot as fuck, but I always think you look amazing.” Bear laughs as I hurry to our room.
I hear him open the door and the voices of our friends. So many years I didn’t participate in their holiday stuff. I always had an excuse and these people, because they loved me, would let me off the hook. I’ve missed so much.
I wipe the tears that have started to gather. I’m okay. Bear makes me feel safe and I know that he’s never going to leave me. Quickly I fix my hair and straighten out my clothes. I may have been a grinch in the past, but this year I’m the merriest Christmas elf.
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Bear
The night was perfect. Joy radiated from Holly all night and our friends were in rare form — teasing and loving her. Dax went out of his way to reassure her that he was good with us together. We exchanged a few gifts and ate way too much food.
The only time I worried about Holly was when everyone was sharing their favorite Christmas traditions. She was very quiet. I could sense that she wanted to participate but didn’t know what to say. It’s unbelievable that she’s been part of this group, our group of friends and her brother for so long and none of us really investigated why she missed our Christmas movie nights or what her plans were when we got together for drinks on Christmas Eve. Thinking back, I think she used the excuse of not feeling well a lot. I feel terrible that we didn’t question her absence.
We’re sitting in front of the tree, the only lights on in the loft are the colorful bulbs peaking through the branches. Front and center is the small bear ornament my mom gave her yesterday.
“Holly, what were you thinking about why we were talking about our traditions? It looked like you wanted to say something, but didn’t know what to say,” I ask, but don’t turn to look at her so she doesn’t feel any pressure.
She leans her head on my shoulder, “I was thinking about this Christmas. It might be our first year together, but I want some of the things we’ve done to be traditions. Things we can talk about in twenty years, or our kids can talk about someday as annoying things their parents make them do every year.”
I swallow past the lump forming in my throat. I want all of that so much too. “What things do you want to be traditions, sweetheart? You know I’ll do anything for you.” Whatever she wants, I’ll remember and make sure that we do the exact same thing next year.
“I want to have everyone over on Christmas Eve like tonight. I want to have frozen pizza when we decorate and ‘Christmas up this place’. I want to add bear ornaments to our tree every year.”
“Can we add holly ornaments too?”
She giggles. “I guess.”
“Holly, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Bear. Thank you for tonight and for everything really. You’ve made this Christmas magical.”
I was going to wait, but this moment feels so perfect. “It’s still fifteen minutes till it’s officially Christmas, but I want to give you your gift now. Is that okay?”
Holly’s eyes light up. “Of course! I’m not going to turn down early presents, Honey Bear.”
