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He starts pushing in. He is big, no denying that. I breathe through the initial burn. There’s no one else in the room with us, and for the first time since it happened, there’s no one in my head.This is Drew.How did I get so damn lucky? I’ve spent my life waiting for this moment all my life.

He doesn’t disappoint in any way, and when he’s fully in and says, “Amy, you were made for me,” I know exactly what he means.

“Gonna move now.”

“Please.” I’ll resort to begging if I have to.

Christ, has this man got moves. At first he thrusts gently, when I open my eyes briefly it’s to see him watching my face, checking that I’m right there with him. Then he starts speeding up. My hands tangle in the covers once again as my body starts to clench.

“Fuck, Amy. Fuck. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

But I can’t answer him, not when he swivels his hips, making sure he’s hitting that special spot inside me. Then he does it again, and again.

“Drew, I’m going to…”

“Come for me,” he commands. “Come on my cock.”

I do, the orgasm hitting me so hard and fast that I scream.

“Fuck, Amy. Fuck, babe. I’m coming.” He thrusts hard and fast. Again, I open my eyes to see his closed, his jaw clenched tight, his face reddened from exertion. Then he stops, groans, throws back his head, and with a final short jerk reaches his own peak. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my whole life. Drew, in the midst of his pleasure. Drew making love tome.

He takes a shuddering breath, then another. Then opens his eyes and looks down. “Never, ever felt this good, Amy. Never. I was right. You were made for me.” Then he ruins, or enhances the moment when he adds, “Looks like all I need to do to get you in my bed is to wear a Santa hat on my cock.”

I punch him lightly, but am soon chuckling, then I stop. “You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever had,” I tell him, my eyes conveying my earnestness. Reaching up, I place my hand against his cheek, the skin warm and still flushed from his release. “You’re my very own Santa.”

Chapter Fourteen

Heart

“You were tossing and turning all night,” Marc tells me. “You’re planning something, I know it. Do I want to know what this ride today is really about?”

Marc’s sharp, she’s still got the nose of a cop for sniffing out trouble. I try to throw her off the scent. “Just a chance for the guys to get some fresh air,” I reassure her. But one look into her eyes shows she doesn’t believe me. After all the years together, she can read me like a fucking book.

Her lips press together as if she’s trying to hold words inside. After a moment she says, “Just take care.” That that’s all proves how good an old lady she is.

“I will,” I promise, intently. I move my body over hers, letting her feel the cock that, even after all these years, is always rock hard for her.

“Have you got time?”

“I’ll make time,” I promise.

We move in practised unison. My cock finding her pussy, the vasectomy I’d had after our third child, meaning I take her bare without worry. In tune with each other, it’s not long before she cries out, and I roar as my cum rushes from my balls to my cock, and into her.

“Messy.” But she’s got a smile on her face.

“Always,” I tell her, planting a kiss to the tip of her nose. Leaning back on my haunches, I watch my cum running out of her, her pussy glistening with the evidence of us coming together. It’s a sight I never get tired of. After placing my finger briefly in her cunt, I bring it to my lips and taste our combined juices.

“Pervert.”

I grin. “Always,” I repeat. Then after a glance at the clock beside the bed, “Fuck, I’ve got to get a move on.” Drummer might no longer be the prez, but I still don’t dare keep him waiting.

As I move around the room pulling my clothes together, she lies there, unashamed in her nakedness, watching me.

“You could take my rat bike.”

Barking a laugh, I try to imagine it. “Peg would go mad. He hates that fuckin’ thing.” I’m actually tempted for a moment to wind him up.

“Only because you’d leave him in your dust.”

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