Page 32 of All I Want for Christmas Eve

“I’m close now,” he says. “I’m right at the edge. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I tell him.

He pulls out and positions himself over top of me, and I sit up slightly and grasp his cock as I take it into my mouth. Adam moans and grasps the back of my head as his cock pulses. Hot, salty ejaculate shoots into the back of my throat, a giant load that makes me somehow feel how much he wanted me with every single drop.

I don’t know why this is so satisfying, but it is. I love the taste of him, and I lick every drop off his penis, before he groans and collapses beside me.

“Damn,” he whispers.

“Damn, indeed,” I say, moving to put my head in the crook of his arm. We are both sweaty and spent this time, and it feels even better than before.

It feels so natural to be close to Adam like this, and I think it’s my favorite place in the world to be—naked and tangled up with him.

“Evie,” he says gruffly, stroking my hair. “I know you’re going to think I’m crazy for saying this, and think I’m just messing with you, but—”

“I love you,” I say at the same time that he says it.

“Hey, no fair. I was trying to say it first,” Adam says with disappointment. “Wait—you love me?”

“I think so,” I respond happily, as I snuggle against him. “At least 63%.”

“I’ll take it,” he responds. “I’m sure that I can increase that number. But you’ve already got my 100%.”

“Good,” I say sleepily.

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