Dirty Christmas
Evenings, we'd share stories by the fire, vulnerabilities bared before diving back in, his tongue on my clit until I squirted, or me deepthroating him to swallow his load.
New Year's Eve, as fireworks lit the sky, he took me gently at first, then hard, ass and pussy claimed in turns. “This week... it's ours.”
“Forever fantasy,” I whispered, sated.
When the storm cleared, we returned to the office changed, stolen glances promising more. Secret Santa had unlocked something real, raw, and utterly addictive.