He kept rimming me and fingering me but then he added jerking me off to the mix, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I tried, but I couldn’t.
I held my breath, stilled my body and shot my load, pump after pump until I had no more to give.
When he pulled his tongue and fingers out of me, it felt like being released from torture, sweet, beautiful torture, and I could finally concentrate enough on the job I’d started.
I stroked him hard and fast against my face and pressed kisses on his groin. Kisses that turned into bites. I kept going until his groans turned louder and louder and his legs started tensing. I didn’t stop.
I felt every bit of pleasure leave his body as he shot his load all over my cheek and the side of my head, the heat of his cum making me hungry for him all over again.
It took me a few moments to compose myself before I turned around and climbed up his body, and as I did, Samir crumbled more cookies on his chest, where most of my load had spilled. He watched me as I lapped it all up, cookie, cum, our combined sweat, and when I got to his mouth, he grabbed me by the chin, turned my head to the side and licked his own cum off my face so that when we kissed again, it was both of us we tasted.
Both of us and ginger spice.
“Well, I think we’ve unlocked a new holiday flavor,” I said when I collapsed next to him in bed.
“I think we have,” he said and reached for his coffee. “We should patent it.”
“We so should.” I laughed and grabbed my own coffee.
I took a sip and turned to Samir. He turned to me too. I stared into his bright, beautiful eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Because being with him was easy. So much easier than I thought. Boston was just a fluke. This…
This wasn’t.
“I love you. God, I love you so much, Samir,” I said.
I wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of this. I’m sure there’d be other things that might scare me down the road, but this, love? It wasn’t scary anymore. It never was.
I just needed a little push and a little holiday magic to realize it.
32.Samir
Imay not celebrate Christmas, but after what happened with Cole, I might become a believer in Christmas magic.
After the way he treated me in Boston, I thought that was it. I might not have known why, but I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. After all, I’d gone four years on this island without ever seeing him, right?
But him coming to me on Christmas day when he’s supposed to be with his family, him choosing to spend even a portion of it with me, was a memory I’d cherish for the rest of my life.
And everything he’d said made total sense. I didn’t want to believe him, or forgive him, or even excuse him, but one look into his eyes told me all I needed to know.
The next few days went by in a flash, yet to me they felt like a lifetime. We’d become inseparable, and I got to spend more time with him, Ella, Carson, and the rest of his family who all embraced me as if I were one of their own.
He even came by the store with Ella and helped me with book chores and the cats while Zainab and Alina cooed over his little girl.
It was incredible how fast things had changed since Christmas. For the first time in forever, I could picture a life with Cole, and I could picture it without feeling guilty or silly. It was so special, and I only hoped I’d continue feeling this way long after the holiday magic was over.
“I hear you’re having dinner with Uncle Haroun,” Zainab said when I returned to the register to pick up another box in need of organization.
“We are,” I told her.
“Does he know I’m not coming and your boyfriend is?” She giggled.
I stopped and looked back at her.
“Who said you’re not coming? He’s hosting all four of us,” I said, and Zainab gasped.
“No! Samir, what have you done?”
