Page 31 of Hampton Holiday Collective
“There ya go, baby,” I encourage, easily working two fingers into him as he bears down on my hand. “I’m going to fill you up and make you feel so fucking good.”
With another squirt of lube, I slide in another finger, then coat my rock-hard cock and notch up into his ass. I let him control the pace, taking me an inch at a time until he’s desperate for it all. Once he’s fully seated, he leans back, the angle and the intimacy indescribable. The feel of his body and his natural scent are so familiar and so fucking hot.
Neither of us moves right away. His back is slick against my abs, our bodies dripping in sweat and burning from the inside out.
His ass clenches around me. My cock twitches in response. But still—neither of us moves.
I explore his torso with slow, steady hands, reacquainting myself with his body. I work my way over his pecs and along his neck before sinking my fingers into his hair. He mewls in appreciation, all soft and pliant in my arms as he lies back and lets me hold him.
I retrace my path, but journey lower this time, smirking when I find him hard for me again.
“I love you,” I whisper in his ear. “Through every challenge. Through every season of life. I. Love. You.”
He leans back and puts his lips to mine, and the movement finally breaks the spell. Our kiss grows from loving and tender to passionate and pornographic in a matter of seconds. I’m thrusting up into his ass a moment later.
Cory leans forward and plants his feet on the floor, riding me exactly the way I like and working me into a frenzy in no time.
“I’m close, baby,” I warn him. “So fucking close because you’re so fucking good.”
He moans, then fucks me faster, my cock disappearing inside him over and over again.
“Fuck, I wish you could see this view, Cory. See how good you look stretched out and gaping for me.”
My head hits the back of the bench as my toes curl in ecstasy.
I come in hard, forceful spasms, crying out as I pour into my husband. The tingle in my balls goes on for what feels like forever. Pleasure rakes through my body until I am completely and entirely drained.
Cory stands and eases off my dick, but I catch his hips before he can step away.
“Stay,” I murmur, rising to join him. I trail two fingers down the length of his spine, then travel lower, between his cheeks. Gathering my release as it drips out of him, I grab for the caramel with my free hand.
“Turn around,” I whisper, biting down on my lip when he pivots and eyes me curiously.
“Open for me, baby.”
He does so without hesitation: opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue as I squirt a dollop of caramel right in the center.
“Don’t swallow yet,” I command, holding up my cum-coated fingers in offering and smirking when his eyes go wide.
He leans forward savagely, capturing my hand in his mouth, then moaning with pleasure as I feed him my release. I swear to God my dick starts to harden again as he bites down on my fingers, then sucks them until my hand is completely clean.
Fuck. I love this man.
I collapse back onto the bench, pulling him down with me and assuming the position we were in moments ago. This time, though, I really do just want to hold him. Hold him and savor this moment. Hold him and remind him just how much he means to me.
Chapter 24
Cory
Jakeispracticallyvibratingwith excitement as we set up gifts under the tree. It’s late—so late, I don’t even want to check the time or think about how soon the kids will be pounding on the wall and begging to get up. But everything about this night has been worth the extra caffeine we’ll need to get through tomorrow.
I smile and stand back, watching as he meticulously stacks two separate piles of presents in front of the tree.
“You have more room on the right side,” I observe.
“No, these with the special wrapping paper are Santa presents. They’re the gifts they’ll open first, so I want them to be front and center,” he explains.
Santa paper. Perfectly stuffed stockings. Gifts he helped the kids pick out and wrap for each other. Presents I know he went overboard with for me.