Page 15 of HoHoHo for You

“Bridget,” I rasped. Her head snapped back around and her eyes, wide, locked on mine. “I’m here. I’m here. I got you.”

She nodded quickly and licked her lips, blinking. Obviously trying to refocus.

“Do you want to go back in—”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes still locked on mine. “No, Sam. I want… I want you. Here.”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I rasped, sliding against her again and again, almost taking her, teasing her. “I’m here, babe. I got you—nothing else matters, right?”

“Nothing,” she whispered.

I passed over her core again and her chin rose, her eyes widening. Her hands had been laced behind my neck, but she slid one into my hair and grabbed a fistful, pulling me down.

I took her mouth with a muttered curse, then kissed my way down to suck on her neck, burying my face where her neck met her shoulder, scraping teeth, laving tongue,fightingto keep myself from pressing her too hard—and still I made her gasp.

“Oh, fuck, Sam—”

Holding her against me, I plunged into her in one, forceful thrust.

Bridget made a sweet, blissful sound as I groaned, then bit down on her shoulder and we began to move.

She yanked at my clothes, pulling my shirt higher on my body to get her hands underneath it and the chill of the cold air made me brace, a shocking sensation against my skin.

I was so hot for her, my body steamed. She plunged both hands into my hair, pulled my head back up and dove into the kiss as I took her again, and again, and again, our rhythm increasing with every thrust.

“Sam…Sam.”

“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you. I’llalwayshave you—ohfuck!”

She tightened on me with every word, her head dropping back again and her breath growing sharp. She pressed back, riding against me, harder, faster, and I could feel her rising towards that peak, her small cries growing higher and higher.

“We can do this, Bridge,” I gasped. “Together. We can get throughanything—”

“Just never stop banging me—Oh god—”

I lifted her knee higher, forcing her wide, and began to pound. Bridget threw her head back and cried out—so I dove for her mouth, swallowing her cries as she climbed, climbed, climbed—and tumbled over that cliff into freefall, dragging me with her as her body pulsed around me and I spasmed with the sheer ecstasy of having her.

Both of us arched, shaking, jerking, my feet sliding in the dirt as I leaned into her, body twitching with the electric jolts of my orgasm… until we both slumped, limp and ragged.

I had to lean into the wall, press her whole body against it, scramble to keep my feet for a second. But then we were there, pressed together, skins humming, breathing labored, and heartsfull.

Neither of us spoke for a few seconds. My head spun with everything I wanted to tell her. Every reassurance… and with heartbreak that she couldn’t be free. But in the end, words weren’t needed.

I tucked her head against my shoulder, picked her up, and carried her into the house and into the shower, where I reminded her that she wasn’t alone in any of this. And she never would be.

After we ate and crawled back into bed, Bridget didn’t lay down immediately. She stayed on her side, propped up on her elbow, staring at my face, her hand on my chest.

“You okay?” I asked her.

She thought about it for a second, then nodded. “I am. And I’m… I’m always shocked by howgoodyou are, Sam. I mean, I know it. But it still surprises me sometimes. Why don’t you give up on me?”

I frowned. “Why the hell—”

“Don’t do that,” she said quietly. “Don’t pretend people don’t leave each other every day, because they do. And for things that are a lot less fucked up thanthis,”she said bluntly, indicating herself.

I sighed, and propped up too—then changed my mind, rolled her onto her back, and pinned her down, laying over her, hands in her hair, and staring straight into her eyes.

“Bridget, you weremade for me.I’m not giving you up, ever.”

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