Santa’s Pretty Helper (Cam Show Crush)

13. Bella

Thirteen

Bella

I nod eagerly and he weaves his free hand into my hair. “I’ve wanted to taste your mouth for so long,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. Tingles erupt across my face at the contact. The tip of his tongue brushes over my lower lip, and then he sucks it gently. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Bella. I’ve wanted you for so godammned long that just being in the same room with you lately is torture. I want to feed you and drive you to campus every day, buy your clothes, wash your body. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk. I want to hold you all night.”

“And now you can have all of that. It’s yours, Gabe. I’m yours. Because I love you.”

He groans and kisses me, the pressure soft and sweet. His lips press against mine, warm and firm, and I melt against him. His fingers tighten slightly in my hair, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss. I part my lips, letting him in, wanting to taste him, and his tongue sweeps against mine. The pleasure of it is shocking, and I groan against his mouth. He tastes like mint and Gabe—I don’t know how else to explain it. He tastes right. He tastes like home. Like everything I’ve ever needed. I’m dizzy with how good this feels. I’ve dreamed of Gabe’s mouth on mine so many times, and it’s a thousand times better than I ever could’ve imagined.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on mine. The blacks of his pupils are swallowing up the blues of his irises, making him look dark and slightly dangerous. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Kiss me back. Show me how much you want me, too.”

So I do. I arch up onto my toes and kiss him with all of the pent-up longing and need and love I’ve had to keep to myself for years. His grip on me tightens, his fingers tangling in my hair. He guides my head, angling it to deepen the kiss even further. I’m utterly consumed by him, by the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth, his hard body pressed against mine, the scent of him. The fact that I’m almost naked while he’s fully clothed excites me, too.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw, nipping gently at my earlobe and making me shudder. “Good girl,” he whispers, sending a thrill of excitement and need through me. I can feel my wet pussy sliding against the satin band of the teddy, and I clench, wishing for friction of some kind. “You’re such a good girl for me, Bella. Give me your mouth again.”

I tilt my face up to his and he kisses me again, slow and languid, and his hands roam slowly over my body, tracing the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips. His skin is warm and rough, the drag of it against me exquisite. He cups my breasts through the satin teddy, his thumbs circling my nipples slowly, and I gasp, arching into his touch as he teases them into hard, aching peaks. The sensation is electric, shooting sparks straight down to my throbbing clit.

We’ve barely started, and I’m already a mess. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this without bursting into flames or passing out from sheer excitement.

“Gabe,” I whisper against his lips.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, breaking our kiss and burying his face in my neck. “I’ve got you. I’m going to take such good care of you. Going to make you feel so good.” He kisses up and down my neck. “You coming over here was so brave, Bella. Telling me the truth of your feelings so that we can both stop suffering…my sweet, brave girl. Christ, you feel so good.”

He keeps playing with my nipples, toying with them over top of the smooth fabric covering them. He pinches them, tugs gently, rolls them between his fingers. I rub my thighs together, squirming in earnest now. Fingers still working my nipples, he kisses my mouth again, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow, sensual movement.

I’m completely lost right now. Lost in Gabe, lost in knowing I can actually have him, that he wants me too, that he loves me and wants to take care of me…it feels surreal. Like I’m about to wake up from a dream, horny and alone in my bed.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmurs, wrapping me in his arms. “Talk to me.”

I peer up at him, my kiss swollen lip caught between my bottom teeth. “I think I’m overwhelmed. I bought the lingerie and came over here and now we’re kissing and I…I…”

Gabe’s expression softens, and he scoops me up into his arms and walks us over to the couch. He sits down and settles me in his lap, my legs straddling his hips, my face tucked into his neck.

“I’m sorry, Bella,” he says softly, smoothing his hands up and down my back. “I think I went from zero to sixty because I was so fucking happy and excited that we’re on the same page that I got ahead of myself.” He kisses the top of my head. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. We can go as slow as you want. And you can always tell me no. Always. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want. I just want to take care of you and make you feel so good. That’s all I’ve wanted for so long now.” I snuggle into him, feeling my nerves start to settle a little. He slips a hand under my chin and tips my face up to his. “I love you, Bella. I love your sweet personality and how smart and insightful you are. I love the sound of your laugh and the way you frown when you’re concentrating. I love the way you see so much beauty in the world. I love how beautiful and sexy you are. I love everything about you.”

My eyes sting with unshed tears, one slipping down my cheek as I blink. “I’ve had a crush on you for years, Gabe. And I never thought…I thought you just saw me as Eric’s little sister. That you’d never see me as a grown woman. After the Christmas tree decorating party, I was almost in tears, thinking that you saw me the same way that Eric did. But then I heard you say my name while you were camming, and…” I suck in a shaky breath. “It was like everything changed in an instant, and I knew.”

He kisses me, soft and sweet. “How did you find my stream?” he asks, one eyebrow cocked. “Not that I’m mad about it.”

I blush fiercely. “Um. Well. I happen to like porn. A lot. I’m a virgin, but I don’t think you understand how horny I am all the time. Especially when I’ve been around you. So I watch porn, and I touch myself and use toys, imagining it’s you. That it’s us.”

He lets out a low groan. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He slides his hands down to my hips and rocks me against him, his bulge sliding against my satin covered pussy.

“I found out about OnlySantas through an ad, and you were one of the featured newcomers on the site. So I watched your stream and subscribed. It’s how I knew you were live the other night, after the party. I got the notification on my phone, and I logged on to see you fucking that toy and moaning my name.”

He kisses me again. “I want you to know something. After that party, that cam session, I made a decision. That in the new year, I was going to tell you how I felt because I couldn’t live without you knowing. Without taking that chance.”

“Seems like this,” I say, working my hips against him and earning a sharp gasp, “was inevitable, then.”

And then we’re kissing again, slow and deep, as he holds me in his lap, his big hands roaming over me. They’re warm and big on my bare back, and I arch into him.

“You hold my heart in your hands, baby girl. And while it’s scarred and imperfect, it’s yours.”

Gabe’s words feel like something out of a dream. Out of a romantic movie. This man, the only man I’ve ever wanted, who I didn’t think wanted me, is giving me everything.

Just like I want to give him everything.

“I promise to take good care of it,” I whisper, and he kisses me again. The slide of his tongue against mine is slow and hot, and my pussy is throbbing and dripping. I feel empty and needy, like my skin is on fire. Without breaking the kiss, Gabe stands, my legs and arms wrapping easily around his body, and he walks us slowly into the bedroom.

“Tell me again that you’re sure,” he says as he eases his weight down on top of me. A thrill courses through me at the feeling of Gabe’s weight pressing me into the mattress. He’s so much bigger than me. I feel surrounded by him. Consumed by him.

“I’m sure,” I say, and he kisses me, making heat pool low in my belly, making my toes curl, making my pussy clench desperately. He rolls us so that I’m splayed on top of him, my barely covered pussy resting right on top of the bulge in his jeans.

“Grind on me, sweetheart. Tease me with what I finally get to have.” His hands are in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his as I swivel my hips, working my pussy over his impossibly hard bulge. “Fuck, you feel so good, Bella. Like you were made for me. Christ.” Heat spears through me, my clit throbbing as I grind against him, as he fucks my mouth with his perfect tongue. “Fuck, just like that,” he groans, his breathing ragged. “Does that feel good? Is grinding on my big cock making your little pussy wet and needy?”

“Jesus, your mouth,” I gasp. “I feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle when you say those things to me, Gabe.”

“But you like it, don’t you? When I say filthy things to you?”

“I love it,” I moan. “And yes, it feels so good. It’s only enough to be a tease, but it’s so good. Because it’s you. Us.”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Wanted you for so long, sweetheart. So fucking long.”

My stomach does somersaults as my heart beats frantically in my chest. Gabe’s wanted me all this time, too. Like we were meant for each other. Destined to be together, no matter the circumstances.

“Can I unwrap my present now?” he asks, nipping along my jaw, and I nod.

“Please,” I whimper, and I raise up to my knees, still straddling him. With agonizing slowness, he tugs at the bow covering my breasts, and inch by inch, the satin slides free, exposing my breasts and my pussy all at once.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he breathes, his eyes bright in the dim light of his bedroom as they drink me in. My skin feels his gaze like a touch, sparks dancing across my nerve endings. My nipples are achingly hard. I’m soaked, wetter than I’ve ever been, despite my nerves. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, Bella. I don’t deserve this.” He pushes the satin straps down over my shoulders and the rest of the teddy falls away, leaving me completely bare. “Can I taste you?” he asks, his gaze zeroing in on my pussy. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about how you taste, how you’d feel on my tongue.”

I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, please. I want that, too.”

“Then come sit on my face like a good girl.”

Oh holy hell.

I swallow and then crawl up Gabe’s still fully clothed body, gripping the headboard for support as I hover a few inches above him.

“Christ, look at you,” he breathes, and I gasp softly when I feel his breath feather over my sensitive flesh. “So fucking pretty. Stunning. Cute little clit, hard and poking out, needing attention. Pink and wet. You’ve got the most gorgeous cunt, Bella.” He inhales deeply, as though he’s pulling the scent of my arousal deep into his lungs. “Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Gabe. Every single part of me is yours.”

“My good girl,” he murmurs, turning his head to kiss up the inside of my thigh. “Put your weight on me. Ride my mouth.”

I do, moving up another inch and then sinking down until my pussy is directly over Gabe’s mouth. The sensation is shocking in its intensity, and I jolt, tightening my grip on the headboard. Gabe groans as he kisses my pussy, licking over my lips and then sucking gently on my swollen clit.

“Oh god,” I moan, unable to tear my gaze away from Gabe’s face between my legs. “That feels so good.”

He licks and kisses me slowly, his lips and tongue like magic between my thighs. He swirls his tongue over my clit and then licks every inch of me, from my clit to my dripping entrance.

“Fuck, sweet girl. Your pussy tastes like heaven. I’m already addicted. Gonna need my mouth on you every single day.” He kisses my pussy the same way he kissed my mouth earlier, and I’m swept away by the sensation of it. I moan loudly as his tongue slides inside me, fucking me a couple of times before retreating. The sucking kisses he places on my clit have me squeezing the headboard so hard my knuckles are white.

“Gabe,” I breathe, and I feel like I’m coming undone. It’s a heady feeling, living out a fantasy I’ve had for years, especially when it’s so much better than I ever imagined.

He groans and slides his tongue inside me again. “Such a tight little virgin hole, sweetheart. And it’s all mine to use and fill.”

“Only yours,” I manage and he groans against me, the vibrations of his voice making me gasp.

“That’s right. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you, Bella?”

I nod, words failing me. Gabe’s hands go to my hips, and he starts working me against his mouth as he keeps licking and sucking, kissing, devouring, and I feel the spark of my orgasm come to life inside me. It’s not a matter of if but when I come.

The sound of his mouth on me fills the room, and it’s beautiful and dirty and obscene all at the same time. The wet slide of his mouth against my swollen pussy, the kissing and sucking sounds, the creak of the mattress, our soft moans and breathy sighs all tangle together.

“I’m gonna put a finger inside your tight little pussy,” he says, and I love that he’s being so soft with me. “Need to start working you open for me.”

“I’ve thought about how it would feel,” I say, my voice a breathy whisper. “Especially after watching you cam. I’ve touched myself imagining you’re inside me.”

He groans and kisses my pussy deeply, bringing me closer to the edge. I feel the tip of his finger at my entrance, my head falling back as he pushes slowly inside.

“So fucking wet,” he growls, sucking my clit in a way that has sparks shooting down my spine. “So hot and tight. I’m gonna fucking die inside you, Bella. I don’t know if I’ll survive being inside your perfect pussy.”

“Oh god,” I whisper, my body on fire.

“This is what I want for dessert every single day for the rest of my life,” he says between sucking kisses on my clit. He starts to fuck me slowly with one finger, and I clench around him. “My girl’s delicious little cunt.”

“Whenever you want it, it’s yours,” I say, grinding against his face. He groans loudly and sucks on my clit like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“I can feel you throbbing on my tongue, can feel your pulse from the inside,” he says, swirling that finger that’s inside me.

“I’m so close.” I don’t recognize my own voice. I don’t even recognize myself tonight. I’m not the kind of girl who dresses up in lingerie and clumsily tries to seduce a man almost twice her age.

And yet, here we are.

Gabe moans as he feasts on me, his groans vibrating through me and making every single muscle in my body go tight. The feeling of his mouth on me is heady. Addictive. Divine.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he rasps against me. “I know you’re right on the edge. Let go and come all over my face.”

His words send me tumbling over the edge and I practically scream as my pussy convulses and I come harder than I’ve ever come before. Heat pours through me and my nerve endings feel like they’re sparking with electricity as my clit pulses against Gabe’s talented mouth. He kisses my pussy all over, soft, gentle butterfly kisses that make me moan and grind against him. Then he slowly licks me all over, avoiding my sensitive clit, before sliding his tongue back into my entrance.

“Tastes so fucking good, sweetheart,” he murmurs against me, lapping at my dripping hole. “Fucking hell, it’s so good.” He slowly withdraws and kisses my thighs, nipping gently at my skin. “Come here and taste yourself,” he says. I uncurl my fingers from around the headboard and ease myself down on top of him. He looks like a debauched god, with his hair a mess and his mouth shiny and glistening with me. He threads his hands into my hair and pulls my mouth to his, kissing me deep and slow. The taste of my own pussy bursts across my tongue, making me moan into his mouth, making my toes curl, making my pussy weep.

Feeling bold, I slip my hand between us and stroke his rock hard cock through his pants. He groans loudly, pushing up into my touch as we kiss.

“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Love feeling your naked little body on top of me.”

“Mmm,” I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip and stroking him slowly. “It might feel even better if we were both naked.”

He laughs, a dark chuckle against my mouth. “Excellent idea.”

We kiss and touch as he sheds his sweater, his pants, and finally his straining boxer briefs. Even though I’ve seen it before during his cam shows, my stomach still flaps with excited butterflies at the sight of Gabe’s cock. It’s so thick and long, with a gorgeous vein running up the side. His head his flared and red, and moisture is leaking from his slit. His balls are big and heavy, and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping them.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, more moisture leaking from his slit. “Never thought I’d get to have your hands on me, sweetheart. Your touch feels so fucking good.”

“Will you show me what you like?” I stroke him slowly, tentatively. “I may have watched a lot of porn, but I’ve never done this in real life before.”

“So goddamn innocent,” he says, wrapping his fingers around mine. We start to stroke his cock together, harder and rougher than I would’ve thought. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, baby girl.”

I moan, watching as our entwined hands work him. “Wreck me, Gabe. I’m yours.”

He groans and kisses me again, and it’s like we can’t stop kissing. Like we’re magnetized to each other. I can’t get enough of the way he moans as we stroke his cock together, and I tease my thumb over and around his swollen head, playing with the moisture leaking from his slit.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, gently pushing my hand away. “Fuck, Bella. Fuck.” His chest is heaving. “Give me a second, baby girl. Need to cool off.” But he doesn’t stop kissing me, and I’m glad he doesn’t because right now, his kiss is like air.

He slips his hand between my thighs, gently tracing the seam of my impossibly wet pussy. My clit is still sensitive from my earlier orgasm, but not so sensitive that I want him to stop. I don’t think I’ll ever want him to stop. He trails his fingers up and down my slit.

“I’m already obsessed with your pussy, Bella. I haven’t even been inside you yet, and I’m already addicted. I want to taste you every single day. I want my fingers inside you constantly.” He slips a finger inside me at that, fucking me slowly. The wet sound of it is deliciously obscene. “Your little cunt is so tight, baby girl.”

“And you’re so big,” I say, a hint of worry creeping into my voice.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit. Gonna fuck you so deep and so often that you’ll be molded to me. That you’ll always have a pretty little come filled pussy.”

I moan at his dirty words, at the way he fucks me with that thick finger. As he kisses me, he rolls me underneath him, and I spread my legs wide.

“Gonna work you open for me,” he says, and I can’t stop staring at him. At his gorgeously muscled chest, at his smooth skin, at his beautiful face, at his thick cock. I can’t stop staring, and I can’t fully believe that this is real. That he’s mine. That all this time, Gabe’s wanted me, too. I watch as he spits on his fingers and then slowly slides two inside me.

“Oh, god,” I say, hips shooting up off the bed. “That’s a lot.”

He presses a hand on my stomach, anchoring me to the bed. “I know, baby. I know. But you’re going to be a good girl and let me in, aren’t you?”

I nod, and he gives my clit a rewarding stroke.

“That’s it, relax. There we go, good girl. You’re such a good girl for me, Bella.” He starts to fuck me slowly with those two fingers, and I think my eyes roll back in my head when he scissors them inside me. “So pink and sweet,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on where his fingers are disappearing into me. It’s tight and it burns a little, but it also feels good.

And then he curls them, rubbing them against what has to be my g-spot and I let out what can only be described as a shriek.

“There’s your g-spot, Bella. Feels good when I rub it like this, doesn’t it?” He does it again, and it takes everything I have to nod. “It’ll feel even better when it’s the head of my cock rubbing you right here.”

“Please, Gabe,” I say, my head rolling back and forth on the pillow that smells like him. “I don’t want to wait. Fuck me. Take my virginity. Make me yours.”

He groans and slowly withdraws his fingers, sucking them clean before coming down on top of me. His cock slides against my pussy as he coats himself in my juices, and then he notches the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Gonna make you mine forever, baby girl. Gonna fill you up and come inside your perfect little pussy.”

I nod, my heart full, my stomach a riot of butterflies, my body buzzing. Slowly, he starts to push in, and I gasp at the stretching, burning sensation. This is nothing compared to his fingers.

“Oh, shit, Gabe,” I pant, fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. “It’s so big.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s a lot. You’re doing so, so good. Just relax and let me in. That’s it, there you go.” He pushes in another couple of inches, and I feel like I’m being impaled. Like I’m being split in two. Sweat beads along my hairline, and my entire body is throbbing.

This is bliss.

He slides in another inch and then goes still. “I’m right up against your sweet little cherry, Bella.” He kisses me deeply, staying perfectly still as I struggle to stretch around him. It’s so intense, but I don’t want him to stop. “Tell me it’s mine. Tell me I can take it and claim you forever.”

“Take it, Gabe,” I moan. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, kissing me once more before sliding almost all the way out and then filling me with one never ending stroke.

“Oh, shit!” I cry out, pain tearing through me as he pushes all the way inside, ripping my hymen away.

“I’m so deep inside you,” he whispers, his hips pressed against mine. He flexes his cock inside me, and we both moan at the way it makes my stomach jump. “Look at that. So fucking deep inside my girl’s perfect cunt.”

He holds still for several moments, kissing me, playing with my nipples, whispering dirty words of praise to me while I stretch around him. He tells me I’m his good girl, that he’s going to spend the rest of his life worshipping my cunt, that my pussy was made for him, that it’s making his big cock feel so good.

The pain is starting to fade now, and a throb has taken up residence deep inside me. I clench around him, and he groans, moving his hips slightly. “That’s it, squeeze me with your tight little pussy. Fuck, that feels good.” He pulls slowly out and then slides all the way back in, making stars dance in my vision. “I want to fucking live inside you, Bella. I’m going to want my cock inside you constantly. Even when we’re not fucking, I want my cock inside you.”

“Yes,” I sigh, winding my arms and legs around him, holding him close, wanting him even deeper. It still hurts a little, but it also feels amazing. It’s tight and wet and the slide of him over my nerve endings is exquisite. I feel so full and stretched, and as he starts to fuck me with slow, deep thrusts, there’s no question who I belong to.

“You feel so good, Bella. My beautiful, sweet girl. Your pussy is heaven.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg, arching up into him.

“Never, sweetheart. Never.”

The groans falling from his lips are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, and we move together as he fucks me into the mattress, harder and deeper, making the rest of the world disappear. The only thing that exists right now is me and Gabe in his bed as he takes my virginity and makes me his.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” he says, his voice low and rough as he grinds into me.

“It’s yours,” I whisper, heat gathering low in my belly.

“That’s right. It’s mine. And I’m gonna take such good care of it, Bella. Gonna make you feel so fucking good every day.”

“Yes, Gabe, please,” I moan, and he huffs out a breath.

“Love hearing you moan my name.”

“Gabe,” I moan again, and then he’s fucking me so hard that my breasts are bouncing wildly. The headboard is knocking into the wall and neither of us cares. We’re too lost in each other, bodies fused, fucking like animals.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he says, and I love how low and gritty his voice gets when he’s turned on. “Mine to fuck. Mine to look after. Mine to love.” He thrusts in and out of me, hard and deep and I know I’m going to come. It feels too good, even with the bite of pain at being stretched around him. “God, you’re taking me so fucking well, sweet girl. You fuck like a dream.”

“I’ve imagined you inside me so many times,” I confess, my words punctuated with the slap of our hips together. “And I never thought it could be this good.”

“My sweet girl,” he says, his eyes full of lust and love as he gazes down at me, a lock of hair falling across his sweat-dampened forehead. “All mine. My Bella. Mine.” He punctuates every word with a thrust of his hips, and I arch up to meet him.

“I’m so close,” I gasp out, clinging to him.

“You need to come?” he asks, thrusting deep inside me. I nod frantically. “You gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?” I nod again, whimpering.

“Yes, please! Please, Gabe!”

“Such a good girl for me,” he moans, and then reaches between us, his fingers finding my throbbing clit. Pleasure shoots through me, and he fucks me so hard and deep that my breasts bounce all over the place. “Wanted you for so fucking long, Bella. I’ve thought about you and fantasized about you so much that it was like you were burned into my brain. And I always felt so fucking guilty for wanting you the way that I did. My best friend’s little sister, almost twenty years younger than me. A sweet little virgin I had no business wanting.”

“A sweet little virgin whose cherry is all over your cock,” I say, blushing furiously.

The grin that spreads across his face is pure sin. “You’re my dirty little angel, aren’t you?”

I nod. “I want to be filthy with you, Gabe. I want to be your good girl in every single way. I want to play with you on camera. I want to be your pretty little toy.”

“Fucking Christ, you’re perfect,” he groans and kisses me, fingers sliding all over my pulsing clit, his cock deep inside me, and I start to come, my pussy fluttering around him as I practically scream against his mouth.

“That’s it, come for me, sweetheart. Squeeze me with that hot little cunt.”

My pussy pulses and contracts with the most intense orgasm of my life and I feel both heavy and light at the same time. I’m sinking into the mattress yet floating. I’m tingling and glowing and completely blissed out from the pleasure pulsing through my veins.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come too,” he grits out. “Gonna fill up your sweet little pussy. Make you drip with me,” he growls, fucking me so hard that the bed creaks and I can’t quite catch my breath.

I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Gabe Mitchell in the throes of an orgasm. The way his face contorts in pleasure, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the deep, masculine growls falling from his lips. It’s breathtaking, and erotic, and delicious, and it makes my pussy pulse around him in response.

I feel the hot splash of his come inside me, claiming me, making me his. And despite the sweat on my warm skin, it makes me shiver with desire. He comes and comes, several long spurts filling me up.

He presses his forehead to mine, chest heaving. “Holy shit,” he breathes. He drops kisses along my jaw. “Holy shit, Bella.”

“Holy shit,” I echo, and we both start to laugh. He carefully rolls onto his side, keeping his cock buried inside me, which I like. A lot.

“I love you, Bella. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and taking care of you and making you feel good.”

My heart feels so full that I can’t breathe. My eyes sting with unshed tears, my vision slightly blurry as I meet Gabe’s gaze.

“I love you, Gabe. I’ve loved you for a long time, and all I’ve ever wanted was to be yours.”

He slides his hands up and down my back, tangling his fingers in my messy curls. “This is the best Christmas present ever.”

I giggle and then sigh as he tucks me against his chest. “I couldn’t agree more.” We stay like that for several long moments, basking in each other, our bodies sated.

“I don’t know how to tell Eric,” I say after a moment, voicing what’s been weighing on me.

“We don’t have to tell him right away,” says Gabe. “We can wait until after the holidays and keep this to ourselves for a little while.” He slips his fingers under my chin and tips my face up to his. “And we’re not doing anything wrong. He may not like it, but we’re both consenting adults.”

“And if he freaks out?” I ask, biting my lip.

He traces his thumb over my lip, pulling it free of my teeth. “Then I’ll handle him.” Relief floods me, making me feel limp.

“I like the idea of keeping this to ourselves for a little while,” I say, snuggling back into him. “Like I get to have you all to myself.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He kisses the top of my head, and I fall asleep with his cock still inside me, wrapped around my man.