Page 82 of Gary

He found the strength to haul her up and over him, his fingers biting into her flesh.

“You witch,” he whispered brokenly. “What you do to me.”

“I want to make certain you forget all the others.” He had told her about his sexual exploits and how early he had started. Not to boast, but to make certain he was straight with her.

“How can you think there is anyone else in my mind except you?” He wondered. Pushing her back on the pillows, he covered her body with his, sliding into hers until he was completely sheathed. “No one else exists, but you. Please believe me.”

Her hands came up around his neck. “I do.” She whispered against his lips.

“Good.” He brushed his lips on hers. “Were you trying to kill me?”

“Far from it. I wanted to please you.”

“You do not have to prove yourself to me darling. Anything you do sets me off. I am addicted to you.”

“I want it to remain that way.”

“I am helplessly in love with you.” Taking her hand, he placed it over his chest where his heart was thundering. “This is all for you. Always will be. I adore you.”

Tears gathered at the back of her eyes.

“Gary.”

“My love.” Bending his head, he kissed her long and hard, tongue plunging into her mouth as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Within minutes she was flying, her body moving against his frenziedly as the storm washed through her.

He swallowed her cries, his own climax plunging him into the eye of the storm where nothing else mattered. It left them battered and bruised and clinging to each other.

He shifted to avoid crushing her and cradled her in his arms. For several minutes, they did not say anything, but just laid there limbs tangled.

The sweat was cooling on their flesh, the fire making shadows inside the room. Snow had started falling, drifting slowly on the numerous panes spearing from the ground up. She was lying in bed with her husband. She could not ask for anything more.

“What are you thinking?” He asked quietly, fingers strumming her back.

“That I am here with you in this big ass house. Naked and satiated.”

He cocked a brow at her as she stared up at him.

“And it’s snowing.”

She nodded. “I know Christmas is gone and we did have a lovely time of it at your aunt’s place…”

“But you want us to have our own.” He smiled at her. “I anticipated that. We did not go into the living room.”

“What’s in there?”

“Want to see it tonight or wait until the morning?”

“Now.”

*****

He watched in delight as she oohed and aahed over the towering Douglas fir in the corner of the large room. Fire crackled in the hearth, lending a brilliance to the professionally decorated tree.

“There are gifts here.” She pointed to them, wrapping her black silk around her slender frame.

“I thought we could invite the family over for dinner.”

He came to stand behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. “As well as Raymond.”