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Well, sex with him last night might have blown up the straight bridge, and now it’s filled with curves. It probably began before that when I couldn’t stop staring at his ass in nothing but underwear and an apron. And then finding every stupid excuse to innocently not-at-all-innocently touch him every chance I got.

“Just like that,” Gabe says. “Another finger.”

I press three inside him and feel him press his ass toward me. “Yes, Edries. Deeper.”

It’s both somewhat weird and also exhilarating shoving my fingers into his ass. Does this feel good? The way he writhes under me suggests it does. I’d say that it’s because I’m sucking his dick, but I’m kind of just suckling as I play with his hole. It’s… mesmerizing.

“Good,” Gabe says. “You can fuck me now.”

Yep, that’s all it takes to change my mind from wanting to see what foreplay with a guy is like to just wanting to lose myself in his ass again. I grip the condom he’s offering me and roll it down my cock. Too much lube later, I have his legs over my shoulders as I press into him. He’s still far too tight, so I take my time, watching him closely so I don’t hurt him.

“You like big dicks,” I say.

His breathless laugh is sexy.

“Sometimes more than others.”

“Right now?”

His eyes, pupils blown wide and filled with the hottest desire I’ve ever seen, meet mine. “Yeah. Definitely right now.”

I wonder for how long. How long before he gets tired of a fat dick?

Pushing the thought away, I spend the next fuck knows how long in his ass. Bending him every way I can think of. Learning new positions. Filling the condom with my release that spills out the sides.

We clean up eventually and head out to start breakfast. Then I fuck him against the table. We open one of the packages and fuck in cookie dough while the second tray is baking. Yes, we make cookies with the remaining sweaty, cum-dripped batter.

There isn’t much time throughout the day when I’m not inside him. When we sit to eat, he’s on my dick, slowly riding me as we make it through our little portions of appetizers. We cuddle on the couch, watching movies and fucking through them.

That evening, we make a nest of blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace. While he’s in the shower, I scoop out all the soot from the fireplaces and set the buckets aside, knowing we’ll need to dump them tomorrow. Then I make sure both fireplaces are stocked with wood, so they burn throughout the night.

When Gabe returns, I take my turn in the shower and clean myself. When I get back, he’s already tucked inside the pile of blankets, condom in his hand, ass lubed and waiting for me. There’s notalk as we kiss, hands roaming everywhere while I work my cock back inside.

That’s where we remain. Locked together. Sometimes touching. Sometimes kissing. Sometimes murmuring memories we want to share, or maybe a painful memory we want to release. There’s something freeing about telling Gabe all the secrets I’ve kept regarding Bernice. Feeling his sympathy, his understanding, as he lets me confide in him, and put release it into the universe.

Maybe it’s Christmas magic, but I feel with everything I’ve kept to myself, sharing it with Gabe frees its burden and hold on me. It’s all carried away, now just a long-ago memory that I no longer need to carry around with me as a reminder that I failed my marriage. I failed at giving my kids the home and happiness that I had growing up.

Among all these moments, we fuck. Slow, fast, rhythmic, sloppy. We don’t stop moving. Don’t stop losing ourselves in each other.

If Santa visits, he sees some very naughty things and parts of us he likely didn’t sign up for. But I hope he also sees the beautiful moments we’re creating together. Because that’s what it feels like. It feels beautiful. New and maybe fragile, but at least for me, it feels like a beginning.

This time, I hope we get it right.

Chapter Eight

Gabe

I’m torn. Okay, not physically. Man, that would suck. But there’s a physical part of me that needs a break from his dick in my ass. Seriously, I feel raw. Sore. When I wake up Christmas morning, every movement makes me twinge. Not in an entirely bad way, but I know my body—I need a break. There’s never been a time in my life when I’ve bottomed as much as I have in the last twenty-four hours.

But at the same time, IneedEdries back inside me. I feel wanted again when he’s deep in my ass. When we’re connected physically. Locked together. Stuck together with dried cum. Yes, that’s been a thing—a very uncomfortable thing, but… I didn’t even hate it.

I feel emotionally raw, too. I didn’t just dump Roux on him last night, but every heartache before him, too. We shared things that felt deep and painful. Frustrating, infuriating, agonizingly painful moments.

Honestly, it was a strange time to do so, but it felt so liberating. Every confession I shared with him was met with understanding, comfort, and dare I say it? Affection. I felt like Edries understood. He cared about what I went through. He asked the right questions and said the right things to make me…feel.

Equally meaningful were the things that Edries shared with me. Like I was important., and he trusted me with his secrets. Trusted that I’d keep them safe and commiserate with him. We might not have shared the same experiences, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t feel each other’s heartache. They continued to compound on each other and yet, those old wounds that I ignored finally started to heal. I think Edries felt the same.

I’m facing a dying fire when I open my eyes. We’d moved away from each other in the night again, but I don’t think it was to get space so much as we were sweating. Especially laying this close to the fire, I’m sure I was burning up like a furnace last night.

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