Twisting her hair around my hand, I pulled, exposing more of her neck to me. The long, slim column, smooth and soft. Kissable.
“I’m all yours,” she breathed, and that was all it took for me to hook my fingers in the lace, tear it aside, and press into her heat.
The fire popped behind us, the lights blinked, and I took my time, stroking her, kissing her, dragging out every gasp and shiver until she wastrembling under me, her hands fisting the sheets.
When I finally pushed inside her, it was slow, deep, the kind of thrust that made us both stop and just breathe for a second. Her eyes locked on mine, wide and wanting, and in that moment, with the snow outside, the warmth with Tally tight around me, I knew there wasn’t a single gift in the world that could touch this.
I stilled, buried deep inside her, my forehead pressed to hers, like I needed to make sure she felt exactly how much I wanted her. Not just the way my body did, but the way my chest ached for her.
Then I started to move.
Slow at first, deep enough to make her nails bite into my skin, my hands gripping her hips like I was anchoring her to me. She was so damn warm, so tight, every shift pulling me in deeper, like she couldn’t get close enough. I couldn’t either. Every sound she made was mine. Every shiver. Every gasp when I rolled my hips and pumped my ass.
“Look at me,” I murmured, brushing her hair back so I could see every inch of her face. “You’re going to give me everything, Brownie, and I’m going to watch you do it.”
When her eyes met mine, the world narrowed to that connection, fierce, unshakeable. My pace picked up, our bodies finding the rhythm that felt like it had always existed, waiting for us to discover it.
I shifted my weight, slipping a hand between us, my thumb finding the small, swollen bud of nerves. The second I touched her there, she arched, her mouth parting on a sharp inhale and I was sure I could feel the pull of her heartbeat around me.
“That’s it Brownie. Take what you need from me.” My voice was rough, wrecked because I was already close, but I wanted her to fall first.
She clung to me, her thighs trembling, her breaths turning into broken little moans that only drove me harder. Her eyes sparkled right before they fluttered closed and she came apart under me. Her whole body tightened, pulsing around me, pulling me under with her.
I lost it. My hips snapped forward, chasing the heat, spilling into her with a groan that came from somewhere deep in my chest. I stayed pressed to her, my mouth at her ear, catching her soft, shaky breaths as she cameback down.
Neither of us moved for a long moment, silent except for the popping of burning wood and the tinkling of bells on the low music. I kissed her, slow and lingering, then rested my forehead against hers.
“Merry Christmas, Brownie,” I whispered, my thumb brushing over her swollen bottom lip. “You’re the only gift I’ll ever need.”
Her answering smile was sleepy, satisfied and just a little too sexy. “Good, but you do know you can’t return me. Ever.”
“Would never want to. Not in a million fucking years.”
“Think we should get out of bed?” She asked, her gaze sweeping over my face, honesty and promise in the moss green windows to her soul. “We promised Bertie we’d be there for the present opening.”
I reached for my phone and glanced at it. “We have time. Besides, I need to give you your present and we need to do your physical therapy exercises.” I lifted the cover and looked down at my still semi-hard cock. “I mean a handy would cover that.”
Tally snorted a laugh. “You really missed my hand jobs when I had my plaster cast didn’t you?”
“Yeah because weirdly your left handed ones are incredible. The right hand ones are good, but the left hand ones…” I whistled and shook my head. “Something else.”
She laughed loudly, deep from her belly. “God you’re such a romantic.”
“I know, so how about we take a shower, and I show you how romantic I can be?”
With a finger to her lip, she pretended to think for a few seconds and then nodded. “I like that idea. Lead the way.”
Thirty minutes later, we were sitting on the rug in front of the log burner, one of my favorite places, dressed in matching Christmas sweaters, the epitome of cheesy lovebirds. The smell of cinnamon and burning wood mixed with fresh coffee filled the cabin, the tree lights twinkled like stars and Brownie opposite me, hair down, looking beautiful made it the best place in the world. Exchanging Christmas gifts before we went over to the main house was something that I wanted for the future. Every damn year until Itook my last breath. Maybe surrounded by a bunch of kids one day, if we were lucky.
“I love it, Brownie.” I swallowed back the emotion as I looked down at her gift. “It’s…it’s incredible.” I held the first edition ofFantastic Mr. Foxin my hand like it was a precious jewel. “Where did you get it?”
Blushing, she looked up at me through her lashes. “I trawled the internet. I remember you telling me that your mom used to read it to you, but you lost her copy.”
I had a suspicion that was due to Dad when he cleared out Mom’s stuff. That didn’t matter, though, it was all about us now. Us and our future together. Which led me on to my gift for her.
I reached under the tree and pulled the long cylindrical gift out. Bertie had helped me wrap it, so it was covered in all manner of bows and curly tape shit that she magically created with a pair of plastic scissors.
“This is for you.” I suddenly felt nervous, hoping I hadn’t misjudged.
