Her response is instant. “Yes, oh, Ali, a million times yes.”
I sweep her into my arms, and we fall in a tangled heap of legs, arms, and hot kisses onto the bed. The warmth of her hands presses against my chest muscles where she’s dipped them under my t-shirt. Over my heart. Fire licks from my chest to my groin. What this woman does to me.
There’s a slow creak, then a bump as the old bedstead gives up and the mattress flumps to the floor, bouncing us from our embrace.
“You can fix that later,” she says with a wicked glint in her eye.
Strict. I love it.
“Yes, dear.” I murmur obediently. “Now, where were we? Ah yes…” She squeals as I hook my hands round her thighs and pull her across the bed towards me. “I was about to unwrap you.”
Sera watches, eyes heavy, biting on her bottom lip, as my hands roam over her denim covered hips and thighs. I skirt my fingers along the waistband, dipping under occasionally, revelling in the feeling of her flesh pressing against my knuckles. The button at the top is tight and Sera groans with relief when it pops. I rub the reddened skin on her tummy with my thumb.
“My Christmas angel,” I murmur.
I slide my thumb down and pop the second button.
“My wife to be.”
Sera writhes under my hand. “Ali.”
A deft flick of the third button parts the denim wide enough for me to plant a kiss on the delicate skin of Sera’s lower belly.
“Mother of my child.”
The final button gives up the ghost with little protest.
“My love. My heart. My forever.”
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