When we finally make it upstairs, I’m desperate for Bridgette. Luckily, she feels the same way. It takes her less than a minute to peel off her pretty red dress and unzip her black, knee-high boots. I’m not really the festive sort. I definitely don’t own anugly Christmas sweater or any clothing with jingle bells. But I have to admit, my girl looks hot in her holiday best.
She looks even hotter in her red lacy underwear, though.
“We need to be on the road in half an hour if we’re going to make it in time for dinner at my aunt’s house,” she tells me as she unclasps her bra.
“We’ll make it in time for dessert,” I tell her. “How’s that? Relationships are all about compromise, right?”
She giggles as she puts her arms around my neck. “I promised we’d be there for dinner. If we show up late, they’ll want to know why.”
“If they ask,” I say, trailing kisses down her neck, “I’ll tell them the truth. You’re too damn fuckable and I didn’t want to sit in traffic on the turnpike with a hard-on.”
“Traffic. Let’s just go with traffic,” she tells me. I’m not going to argue, especially when she turns and bends over the bed, her ass tilted up and on display for me.
I trace her seam with my fingers, and she’s so wet I fucking moan. She whimpers as I settle in behind her, lining my cock up so it hits her just right. She hisses out a breath as I sink deep inside her. My fingers toy with her clit as her body squeezes me tight. I’m pumping my hips in time with her movements, and it feels so damn good. It always does.
I pull out and hear her gasp at the loss of contact. She rolls over on the bed and I spread her knees apart, wrapping her legs around my waist. The view from here is pretty damn incredible.
“I want to see your face when I make you come,” I tell her, kneading her tits as I rock inside her. She shatters under my touch, and I know I’ll never get tired of watching her come undone. Her whole body shudders and it’s impossible to hold back. I thrust deep inside her three more times before the force of my orgasm nearly brings me to my knees.
We need to get on the road, but I can’t resist pulling her close and covering her lips with mine.
“I love you,” she says, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
I say the words back, knowing I’m damn lucky to have Bridgette by my side.
