Home for the Holidays

“Angel.” I barely get her name out. “Come for me. I want you to take me over with you to heaven. Let me feel it.” Her pussy clamps down around me as she cries out my name. She takes me with her as I pour myself inside of her, knowing she’s ruined me.

I just pray I don’t ruin her.21Angel“Don’t stop.” My nails dig into Logan’s chest. I’m on top riding him, but somehow he’s the one in control. His fingers dig into my hips as he moves me up and down his cock while also thrusting in and out of me.

“Never.” My eyes lock with his. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but my orgasm chases them away as it hits me hard. In a flash he flips us, giving two more hard thrusts before he groans my name, and he’s coming with me.

I know I should say something about how we’ve had sex over a handful of times now and none have been with protection. Instead I wrap myself around him, running my fingers up and down his back. I love just touching him, and I know he loves it too.

His breathing is heavy on my neck. Tickling my skin. “I don’t want to move,” I say.

He kisses my neck. “I have a surprise for you, and your parents will show up here if we don’t make it over there in a few hours.”

“Let’s not talk about my parents when you’re still inside of me.”

He pulls his cock out and I feel some of his release spill from me. He sits up, watching. His half hard cock starts to get hard again.

“Shower,” he grunts, knowing I’m up for another round with him. I kind of pushed the last round. He’s worried I’m tender. I am a little but not enough to say no.

He pulls me from the bed and into the shower, where we get lost for another hour. It’s not until we’re finally dressed that I make it to the living room.

“How did I miss this?” My eyes fill with tears. The whole place looks like a magical winter wonderland.

“I think I had your mind occupied with other things.” He wraps his arms around me from behind. I turn in his arms and kiss him. In this moment I know without a doubt that I’m more than in love with this man, and I do want to marry him. Now I just have to find the time to tell him.

“Let me order us breakfast.”

“No way. First off, it’s Christmas. We’re not doing delivery—that’s if there is even delivery available today. Which I’m guessing there’s not. Second, it’s tradition that we don’t eat until Christmas dinner, which is in the afternoon. The only food you get is the food you steal while we’re cooking.”

“I ate you this morning.”

“Hush.” I smack his chest. “I can’t wait to see this place when the sun goes down tonight.”

“I'll bend you over the sofa. Then we’ll both love the view.” I giggle in his arms. He tries to kiss me, but I dodge it.

“We’ll never get out of here.” Knowing I’m right, we head out to my parents’. Logan is surprised when my mom puts a gift into his lap.

“I didn’t bring anything.” Not true. Pretty sure he brought wine that cost more than my first car.

“You got my baby girl to move back here. That’s better than any present you could have bought me.” My mom beams at him. He opens the present to reveal a framed picture. It’s of me looking up at him.

He’s got his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I swallow because there is no missing that I’m in love with him from the picture.

“Never seen a prettier woman in all my life,” he says. My face flushes. Everyone else starts opening gifts, but I can feel Logan’s eyes linger on me the whole time. Even when I’m cooking in the kitchen later. It’s as though he can’t take them off of me.

The day goes off without a hitch. Dread starts to fill me when I think about going to his parents’ house tonight. I wish we could stay here with my family or go back to his place and make love in front of the fireplace. I hate that I feel this way about his family, but I can’t help it. I know I need to suck it up because with the way that things are going, they are going to be my family soon too.

“You watch out for our girl,” my mom tells Logan when we’re about to head out. “I didn’t name her Angel for no reason.” She kisses his cheek. I don’t miss how much Logan enjoys my mom's approval.

It only makes me love him more. I think Christmas magic brought us together, and Logan didn’t just need me, he needs all of us.