Our mouths crash together, desperate, rushed, and weighted with everything we couldn’t say before. The years of tension snap loose between us as he kisses, his fingers sliding into my hair as if he’s been dying to touch me like this. I clutch his coat, pulling him closer until our bodies align perfectly.
He yanks it off and tosses it on the floor before pulling me closer, his erection pressing against my belly as a low groan escapes his mouth.
“I’m so in love with you, Atlanta,” he whispers against my lips.
Our tongues glide together, the rhythm intoxicating. “Show me.”
Those two words undo him. He lets out a low growl before lifting me, his hands framing my hips with a reverence that feels like worship and want tangled together. My legs wrap around him instinctively, my body arching into his as he presses me against the wall of my bedroom. The way he looks at me… he’s been starving and finally gets to taste the one thing he’s always denied himself.
I’m done for anyone else.
His lips travel down my throat, slow and claiming, drawing a gasp from me that makes his grip tighten. “Atlanta,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rough, “I’m never letting you go. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I breathe. My hands slide under his shirt, fingertips brushing warm skin. “Please.”
He carries me to the bed, kissing me while he walks, and by the time he lays me back on the comforter, my heart is pounding.
“I need inside you, Atlanta.”
“I need you to fuck me, Holden.”
We yank off our clothes, and when he lifts me onto the bed, Maynard hisses from the floor, but Holden doesn’t stop. I grab a condom from my bedside table, which he rips a open in record time. He slides it over his dick, long and thick and perfect. He teases my entrance before sliding into me slowly, reverently, his forehead against mine.
The love I feel for him is all-consuming, mixed with a level of passion I’ve never experienced. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he fills me completely, our bodies slick with sweat as we move together.
The afternoon light filters through my bedroom window, casting us in soft shadows, the outside world disappearing. I’ve never felt so wanted, so completely seen.
Holden’s mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting gently as his pounds into me again and again, bringing me to the edge. I flip our positions so I’m on top, sliding down onto his length while his hands cup my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples as I ride him.
“You like that, Red? You like me playing with your gorgeous tits?”
I like dirty Holden. Reaching up, I hold his hands against my full breasts in answer. When our eyes lock, the intensity in his gaze nearly undoes me.
He slides his hands down, gripping my hip with one hand as he thrusts deeper, his cock filling me completely while the fingers of the other trace circles on my clit.
“Oh, gawd, Holden.” I throw my head back, giving into the building sensation at my core. “I’m coming.” My words are gasped, my pussy pulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash through me.
“Fuck, Atlanta. Fuuuck.”
His hips jerk as my nails rake down his sweat-soaked chest, then he pulls me down into a searing kiss as he climaxes right after me.
“I need to taste you.”
He flips me over, sliding down my body, his mouth leaving a wet trail as he positions himself between my legs, his eyes dark with need. He removes the condom, tosses it in the wastebin, then pulls my hips forward with a rough urgency.
Pinning my thighs wide, his tongue circles my drenched folds, the stubble of his jaw grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I shiver at the friction, gripping the comforter as he licks me with long, languorous strokes.
When I writhe in frustration at the sensation, he laughs low in his throat, the vibration traveling straight through my bones. He drags the flat of his tongue up and over my clit until I’m gasping, my hands fisting in his thick hair, holding him to me.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, two of his fingers slide into me, curling as if beckoning, stroking as his tongue laps greedy circles over my clit. I buck against his mouth, every muscle taut with pleasure as my orgasm explodes, the force of it leaving me almost dizzying as I come apart.
His eyes never leave mine as he rises to meet me, and I see in them everything I’ve been searching for. Truth, reverence, and love. He pulls me close, whispering my name against my skin like it’s sacred, and I know in that moment that I’ve finally found my home.
“Merry early Christmas, Atlanta,” Holden whispers.
I smiles against his chest. “Merry early Christmas, Holden.”
Outside, the snow stops, and somewhere in town, I’d bet money that a certain Santa in a red suit is making a final mark in his notebook.
