Page 179 of With Us

Hell, I’d have lost my fucking heart in that moment had she not already owned it.

Way harder than I meant to, I fucked her. Based on the way she clutched at the sheet, crying out as she came on my cock, she didn’t seem to mind.

She was my addiction. My obsession. My entire fucking universe. Each time she came made me crave it again.

No amount of baseball stats or address reciting could’ve stopped my orgasm from tearing through me. In that moment, none of that other shit even existed. It was just Dahlia and me in our own universe.

And I fucking loved it.

Fucking drained and unable to keep myself up, I put some of my weight onto Dahlia until she was lowered onto her stomach. My cock stayed in her, still half hard and needing more. Palms to the mattress on either side of her head, I licked along her spine to her neck. “Merry Christmas, my gattina,” I whispered in her ear.

“Merry Christmas, my Theo,” her whispered words the best gift I’d ever gotten.

“Want to go back to sleep?”

She nodded, arching her back as I pulled out. When I stretched out next to her, I saw her eyes were closed and her face relaxed.

“Or we could make breakfast,” I suggested.

She shook her head.

“Shower?”

Another head shake.

“Watch some TV in bed?”

And another one.

“Or,” I said, drawing the word out before pausing. “We could go open presents.”

Her eyes shot open, bright and alert as she grinned. “I like that idea.”

“No, no,” I murmured, closing my eyes. “You said sleep, so that’s what we’ll do.”

“You do that, but I’m going downstairs.” She tried to roll away, but I pulled her back.

“Remember how that ended last time,” I said.

Licking my jaw, she nipped my neck. “That’s not the deterrent you think it is.”

“I fucking love you.”

“And I fucking love you right back.”

I released my hold on her and stood, stretching. “If you wanted morning sex, you could’ve just said so.”

“Yeah,” she started before pulling on a pair of snowflake shorts and a thermal snowman shirt. “But where’s the fun in that?” After piling her hair onto her head in a messy bun, she tugged on soft slipper boots.

Since she was able to do all that before I even pulled my pajama pants on, it was a safe bet she was excited.

“What gave me away?” she asked.

“I don’t think anyone wakes up with minty fresh breath.”

“You’re too observant.”

“When it comes to you? Always.” Putting on a gray tee, I gave her as stern of a look as I could when she was practically bouncing. “Don’t leave this room.”

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