“Good girl,” I manage to bark before my leash snaps and I pump into her in long, deep strokes. Already so close, I shift the pace to move in wide, deep circles. Reaching around to stimulate her clit, my movement alters between grinding and pumping till we’re both at the edge.
“You there, Sabrina?” I ask with increasingly forceful thrusts. It’s getting impossible to hold back.
“Yes, oh god, don’t slow down. Oh, Dex, yes.”
She pulses around me, and I’m lost. My vision tunnels as I chase down my own pleasure. Her body shudders under my hands, her walls milk my cock, and blissful heat surges through me. I explode, screaming her name like it’s the only word I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.
Sabrina. Sabrina. Sabrina. It means friendship and lust, challenge and reward, intensity and satisfaction. That’s what it’s like to love Sabrina with my entire body and soul.
When the world realigns and Sabrina collapses sideways, I move to take care of my wife. Cradling her arms, I unspool the lights. With soothing kisses, I meticulously check every part of her body I touched, especially the wrists I bound, the hips I grabbed, and the ass I spanked.
“Are you OK, baby?”
“I’m so good, Dex. That was hot.”
“You’re hot. God, I love you,” I state without exaggeration. My voice is hoarse with choked emotion because saying I love you doesn’t even come close to how I feel.
“I love you, too.” She nestles closer and plants her chin on my chest to look up at me. Her lashes catch the firelight and her lips are curved in a satisfied grin. Our limbs wind around each other. I could stay in her arms all night.
But then her stomach growls.
“Have you eaten today?” I ask, tracing lazy circles over her lower back.
“No, but I got some smoked sausages.”
“Which only means one thing.” I grin. “Mac and cheese night.”
“That sounds like a perfect holiday tradition,” she murmurs, kissing my neck, her laugh muffled against my skin.
We’re in a room that looks like a Christmas explosion: garlands coiled like serpents, ornaments in tissue paper, lights in a pile needing to be disentangled again.
“Do you remember when you moved in last year?” I ask, surprising both of us with my sudden nostalgia.
Sabrina props herself up on one elbow, hair spilling over my chest. “Yes. Moving in here changed everything.”
“You walked through the door with an ‘oh shit what now’ expression. Meanwhile, I’m thinking I won the lottery.”
“Oh, Dex, it’s me who was blessed. It feels like a lifetime ago.”
“Anyway, thank you,” I say quietly.
Her brow arches. “You’re thanking me?”
“For being here. For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
She traces a finger down my chest before resting her palm flat against my heart. Sabrina leans down and kisses me.
“Dexter Whitby,” she murmurs against my mouth, her voice sultry, “you’re everything I didn’t know I needed. But . . .”
“But?”
“When you disentangle those lights, make sure to keep one string in the bedroom. We’ll need it later.”
My grin is impossible to suppress.
And so begins another Christmas tradition we’ll keep for the rest of our lives.
I hope you had fun with my little snack of a story. Although short, my goal was to offer a quick read that was both emotionally satisfying and delightfully spicy. Please leave a review if you enjoyed their HEA. Your feedback means the world to me!
