Page 12 of A Constant Christmas

He leads me over to the couch and lays me down, stopping his kisses long enough to remove my jeans. In the blink of an eye, we are both naked from the waist down, and I’m practically begging him to fuck me.

His fingers reach between us, gently sliding through my slit to make sure that I am ready for him. With as wet as I am, there is no question.

“Damn, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

Without wasting another moment, he lines himself up with my entrance. I can tell he is trying to take it slow, but when I lift my hips to meet him, his dam of control breaks, and he plunges into me.

My low moan echoes off the walls as he fills me. Even though I’ve always been rather petite, and my husband is quite well-endowed, we always fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

As he begins to move in and out of me, I encourage him to move faster and harder. We can do the sweet, romantic stuff later. Right now, I need him to give me everything he’s got. It’s been too long since we’ve been locked together like this.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as he continues his quickened pace. My whole body is coming to life, and I can feel the heat coursing through my veins. I know I am hurdling toward a huge Earth-shattering orgasm.

I reach between us to give my clit the attention it is craving, but he quickly moves my hand.

“That’s my job,” he growls as his fingers replace my own.

And holy hell, I’d forgotten just how good at that job he is. It doesn’t take long before my breath quickens, and I begin to tighten around him. I hold onto him for dear life, biting into his shoulder, trying to stifle my screams of passion.

“No baby, let me hear it,” he says continuing to draw out my release.

Obeying his command, I cry out so loudly that you can probably hear it outside. I spasm around his member over and over again to the point where I don’t know if it will ever stop.

The sweat on Tyler’s brow and the look in his eyes tell me he’s getting close too. Leaning up, I begin to kiss and bite up and down his neck, which I know is one of his favorite spots. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me, and that’s all it takes.

He lets out a deep moan as he fills me with his release. When he’s finished, he holds me against him before giving me a final, tender kiss.

As he moves off of me, all I can think to say is, “Damn.”

He chuckles. “No kidding.”

“I’d forgotten how good we are at that.”

He shoots me that addictive smile of his. “Oh, trust me, you will be reminded a lot this week.”

Chapter Ten

Tyler

After we get done with our much-needed good fuck, Sam gets up to go change clothes, and I offer to make us something to eat. We skipped breakfast since we left so early, and I know she has to be starving.

That’s one thing about my wife that has never changed, her voracious appetite.

When I walk into the kitchen, I take a look inside the freshly stocked refrigerator and grab some eggs along with some kind of fruit salad that I’m guessing my mother made. She never used to be much of a chef, but I guess being retired has brought out her domestic side.

When we left this morning, I wasn’t quite sure how Sam was going to handle this trip. I mean it’s seven days away from the kids that she’s never been apart from for more than a single day. But she seems to be handling it pretty well so far.

I’m still bracing for the moment she tells me she’s had enough and is ready to go home. Although I would be bummed, I wouldn’t fault her for it. I know this all has to be very new to her. Instead, I am going to enjoy every single moment with her since I don’t know if this little trip away might get cut short.

When she walks back out to join me, she’s wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else, and I can’t hold in a tiny laugh.

“What?” She asks, walking toward the fruit I’ve set on the counter.

“You just bought a whole new wardrobe, yet here you are wearing my shirt.”

She looks down at the shirt and shrugs her shoulders. “I guess your shirts are still my favorite things to wear. But if you want me to go take it off…”

She starts to walk away, but I grab her, pulling her onto my lap. “Don’t you dare! Besides, my shirt will be much easier to take off of you later.”

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