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I fucked her harder, my fingers digging into soft flesh as I hammered into her.
My spine locked and my knees threatened to buckle as the orgasm slammed into me, so vicious and powerful, it felt like the top of my cock had blown off.
Tina fisted one hand into my hair and hauled my mouth to hers.
I bit her lower lip, drove my tongue past her lips as the climax raged, draining me, filling me as her love surrounded me.
When it finally ended, we were both gasping for air, and I felt a little dazed.
Turning my face into her neck, I kissed her.
She hugged me tighter, her whisper ragged when she said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Words I thought I’d never say, but now I couldn’t imagine a life without those words, and the emotion behind them.
Sixty-Four
Tina
Christmas Eve,
‘I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…’
The familiar lyrics drifted from the sound system. I carried my wine into the living room, smiling at the sight of James huddled near the bottom of the tree.
It had become a familiar sight over the past few weeks, seeing him tuck a present into the growing pile, or rearranging the gifts to his liking.
I couldn’t make sense of his system, but I loved watching him do it.
I settled on the edge of the seat closest to him and took a sip of wine. “Are you going to let me open these yet?”
James slid me a stern look. But the smile twitching his lips gave him away. “I should make you wait another day.”
“Nope.” I swallowed my wine and placed the glass on the end table before shifting more comfortably into the seat of the overstuffed chair. “We had a deal for Christmas Eve. Since we have two places to visit tomorrow, it’s only fair we open our gifts to each othertonight.”
The idea had actually been his, but no way was he backing out now.
James trailed a hand up my calf and squeezed. “I don’t know. I heard Santa has you on his bad girl list.”
I pursed my lips and pretended to consider the comment. “If anyone is on the bad list, it’s going to be you. You totally and completely corrupted me.”
“You loved every second of it.”
“Damn straight.”
As he returned to his chore, I trailed my foot over the hard curve of his excellent ass. “Mom is expecting everybody by noon. Are we still good with that?”
“Fine with me.” He leaned forward, no longer in reach of my questing foot.
I sighed with disappointment. I would just have to be satisfied admiring the way his broad shoulders stretched the lightweight black sweater.
“And your dad?”
He shot me a look over his shoulder. “You’re the one coordinating schedules. Why are you asking me?”
“It’s your family.” With a prime sniff, I crossed my legs. “It’s only fair that you be as aware of this as I am. Besides, you’re driving.”
“This relationship stuff...” James muttered. “I keep thinking I’ve got things figured out and you toss something new at me.”