Page 30 of Just A Dash of Holiday Magic
Gabe straightens. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I got a job offer in town that I’d like to take, but if I’m too late and you are really done with me for good, I need to know. Because I'm still in love with you."
Gabe doesn't say a word. Instead, he closes the distance between us in two strides, wraps his arms around me, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks us a few steps until my back hits the wall.
“I never stopped loving you,” he breathes out before crushing his lips to mine.
A scorching heat builds between us as he thrusts his hips against my aching center. I cry out in pleasure, needing him more than I ever have before. There's a raw need that I know he feels too. Soft and slow lovemaking is for later. We need to make up for all the time lost between us.
I reach between us and pull at the button and zipper of his jeans before dipping my hand beneath the fabric. His hard cock pulses in my grip as I stroke his long length up and down.
“Oh fuck,” Gabe breathes out. “That feels so good.”
“It can feel even better if you take me to your room and fuck me,” I whisper seductively into his ear.
A growl erupts from deep in his chest. Suddenly we are moving down the hall. Gabe carries me as if I weigh nothing. He’s always made me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, no matter what my curves looked like to anyone else.
Gabe lowers me on the bed, his hands sliding down my back where he was holding me to my ass beneath my dress. He pulls at my panties, and they tear in his frenzy. I don't even care. All I want is to be as one with him.
He pushes down his jeans, and his cock springs free from his boxer briefs, hitting his toned stomach. I want to taste him, but I will save that for later. Right now, there is only one thing on our minds.
Gabe leans down over me, and I guide his cock to my entrance. He thrusts into me, and I scream from the sensation of fullness I feel. Gabe buries his face into the crook of my neck, nipping at the skin as he pumps in and out of me. The pleasure begins to build almost instantly—years of separation, but our bodies mold together like two pieces of a puzzle snapping together.
I can barely catch my breath as I feel my release already approaching. My inner muscles tighten reflexively, and Gabe grunts with pleasure.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I nod, the words on the tip of my tongue, but I'm unable to find the power to speak them. All I can think is that I want my release and that I don't want this ever to end."
“I love you,” I cry out.
“I love you,” he says before finding my lips.
We both lose ourselves together, but we hold on tight. Gabe is my anchor as I get lost in the undertow of this orgasmic bliss.
“Don’t ever leave me,” Gabe whispers in my ear.
“I’m here with you.” I kiss his temple. “Forever.”
