I bark out a laugh before plucking her out of her seat and carrying her into the living room. She wraps an arm around my neck and grumbles, “I can walk.”
Dove can’t fully hide the smile on her face, even though she tries. Fucking cute.
We take some photos, using the timer for some which I had never even tried to use before. Every time I look at her, I’m struck by how brightly she’s glowing. I’ve never seen a more radiant woman.
The day is spent watching a few Christmas movies and snuggling on the couch. When she started to clean up all the presents still spread out around the tree, I insisted on her giving me a show.
She tries everything on, and I get to sit back and enjoy it. Every outfit she puts on, knowing I provided it for her, turns me on more and more.
I’m barely holding on to my control when everything is picked up, and she’s put it all away in our large walk-in closet. She plops down next to me, and she puts her head on my shoulder.
My hands shoot out, and I grab her while rolling us until she’s tucked underneath me. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. Then we’ll take a little nap.”
“You’re very bossy,” her tone is sassy as fuck, and I grin down at her.
“Yes,” I agree without hesitation, “I am.”
I could pat myself on the back when I slide the zipper down on her onesie and it opens enough to expose her delectable tits to my hungry gaze. When I lean forward and suck her pebbled nipple between my lips and nip it with my teeth, she moans my name and arches her back.
The movement presents her body to me and I’m more than happy to indulge. I go back and forth between her tits, loving the way she moans for me.
“Can’t wait to be buried inside of you,” I start to pull at her onesie as I grunt out my words.
“Don’t rip it,” she warns and I have to make myself slow down.
Because I was about a second away from ripping the whole thing open to get to her and then doing the same with mine. But I don’t.
By the time I’ve undressed us, I’m desperate to be inside of her. When I’m balls deep and my cock is being squeezed in her cunt, I’m lost to the primal need to claim my woman.
The only way to satisfy it is by filling her with my cum. And making sure it stays put. Which is exactly what I do.
CHAPTER 11
DOVE
My holiday high has mellowed out into something softer. I’m no longer in a haze of presents, sex, and a future with Angelo which feels inevitable. I didn’t mind the buzz though. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
It would be far too easy to become addicted. And part of me is, without a doubt.
But not every day is a holiday.
Can we get through the boring days? The days when it feels like you’ll lose your mind if the other person breathes near you? The days when nothing goes right and all you want to do is go back to bed?
That’s where the truth of being with someone lives.
And we haven’t existed in the boring. Not yet.
Since the moment Angelo saw me, this has all moved so fucking quickly. There are times when the reality of it makes it hard for me to breathe.
Somehow Angelo always knows and then he’s right there. Holding me. Pushing my hair back from my face and lookingat me with soft eyes. Kissing me until I’m breathless because of passion instead of doubt.
We’ve been in a self-imposed bubble. It’s safe in the bubble.
But it’s not real.
I’m determined to insert some sort of normalcy into our lives. And one thing I always do after Christmas is shop some of the sales. I remember the only year we had decorations when I was growing up, the last Christmas, was because she shopped the clearance sales the year before and actually managed to keep everything intact for an entire year.
At the time I thought she was a fucking superhero. Now, I realize that was pretty much the minimum amount of effort she could have put in.
