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“This is my first Christmas in this shitty apartment,” she said, putting her egg rolls aside.

“You seem a little disappointed by that.”

“I’m not. I was just thinking about how awful it would’ve been if I were here alone. But now you’re with me and the night couldn’t have been better.”

There it was. An example of a simple thing. She’d never know, but I would carry it with me forever.

“There’s only one thing that could make this night more perfect,” I whispered, leaning closer to her.

“The definition of perfection means it’s already at a state of—”

I shut her up instantly, planting my lips firmly on hers. Getting lost in her taste and the delicious roll of her tongue over mine. It was just us and the feelings we shared on a day that was more special than any other.

Dakota moaned and reached for my shirt, but I captured her hand and held it against my chest. “I don’t want to rush.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just… it’s always something. We’re on a game high, or we’re in the library, or we’re arguing...”

“Or making up after arguing,” she added with a wicked smirk.

“I just want to love you. To make love to you.”

She melted right then and there, but like everything else to do with our special Christmas, she wasn’t going to take the simple way out. She connected her phone to the TV, added some soft background music, and set the screen to look like a fireplace. She pushed away everything that was between us and scooted closer, allowing me to claim her lips again, softer this time.

I dragged out the kisses before moving down. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt as my lips moved onto her neck. Her head fell back, giving me easier access, which I was all too grateful for. I pushed her shirt over her shoulders and kissed my way further down, over her collarbone and down to her breasts. With a gentle shove she fell back and I moved closer, taking her nipple into my mouth as my hands explored the rest of her body.

She was so soft, like the silkiest of blankets, and tasted like a forest of fruits. And her white skin was a stark contrast to mine. It was so perfect how her hands fit into mine and how my cock filled her. It was as if every part of her was made for my body, and I loved it as much as I loved her.

This woman was more than I ever could’ve dreamed of, and on days like today, it really showed.

I kissed my way down her stomach and pulled her pants down as I went. And then I finally made it to my destination. Her underwear was damp with her arousal, and it made my cock throb. I wanted her just as much. I was so hungry that I actually had to reposition my shaft before dipping between her legs. She hissed a breath between clenched teeth as I ran my tongue all the way from her opening to her clit. Dakota shivered beneath me, and it was so good that I did it all over again.

Her taste was sweet and tart, and I let it wash over my tongue as I feasted. I was addicted to it. I wanted to taste it at least once a day, but at the same time, there were so many other things I wanted to do with her.

I dipped my tongue into her pussy and scooped out a bit of her juices before returning to her clit. Dakota’s hips moved faster with each flick of my tongue, and before long her fingers were tangled in my hair. I held her down to give myself better access, and that made her moan even more, which was music to my ears. I so desperately wanted to hear more of it, but my pants were already soaking with the amount of pre-cum that had been leaking from my cock.

“You’re so evil,” she whispered as I sat back on my haunches. “I thought you wanted to make love, and here you are teasing me to death again.”

“I swear that wasn’t my intention, but I couldn’t wait anymore either.” With a flick of my wrist, my pants were off and my dick sprang to attention for her. “Look at what you’re doing to me.”

“Does it want my mouth?”

“It wants to make love to the most amazing woman I know.”

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, but when I laid her down, I needed a moment to regain my composure. Her hair framed her beautiful face so perfectly, and her kiss-swollen lips brought out the pink blush in her cheeks. Her nipples were rock hard and her clit had nearly doubled in size. She was so ready for me.

With a shaky breath, I positioned myself between her legs, and it took me a good moment to be able to slide into her glistening core without blowing it right then and there. Any outsider watching us would’ve sworn that I was a virgin because they wouldn’t have understood how much this moment truly meant to me.

“I love you, Dakota Hayes,” I whispered against her skin, the words felt heavier and more real than anything I’d ever said in a huddle.

Her eyes glistened, reflecting the dim light of the room like stars caught in a storm. “I love you too,” she breathed, the confession catching in her throat.

That was the breaking point. The last of my composure split wide open. I moved against her with a sudden, desperate hunger, my hips finding a rhythm that felt less like a choice and more like a survival instinct. Every breath was a struggle as I claimed her lips, kissing her with the kind of bruising intensity that made it feel like she was the only source of oxygen left in a vacuum.

She moaned into my mouth with a soft, broken sound that I drank in greedily. I shifted, sliding my arm beneath her to tilt her hips upward, seeking a depth that finally silenced the restless ache in my chest. Dakota gasped, her head falling back against the pillow as her nails bit into my skin, securing me against her.

There was no space left between us, no secrets, no headlines. Just the friction of skin and the low, splintered sound of our shallow breaths. I could feel the heat rising, the pressure building behind my eyes until I was seeing stars. I wanted her to feel everything I was feeling.