Page 27 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
Chapter 6
Six Crotchless Panties
Gabriel
With Mariah layingagainst my chest, I woke up on the sixth day with one intensely burning thought in my mind.
I need more of her.
Mariah was still asleep. Her softs breasts pressed against me. Her hair fell around me like a silky curtain.
I gazed down at her.
She is so gorgeous.
I could feel her heartbeat. It was a steady rhythm. A soft drum. A perfect lullaby. My nostrils flared as I breathed in the floral scent of her hair, letting the fragrance fill me to the core.
I need twenty days. . .thirty. . .maybe even. . .more. . .
Never had I been so comfortable in my bed. Her gentle breaths stirred the air. Her presence filled me with a warm sense of contentment, like wrapping up in a blanket on a winter night or a glass of whiskey on a cold day. She was becoming a soft cocoon of comfort that I never wanted to emerge from. If I could freeze time and lie in bed with her forever, it would be my heaven on earth.
What is she doing to me?
A war raged in my head. I wanted to bury myself in her and stay there.
Only six days remained, and I had barely been able to enjoy her like I desired.
I knew my father wanted me out in the streets, searching for Savio.
No. I can’t. Forget looking for Savio. I want to be with her.
Fucking Mariah each day and then having her in my arms at night, wasn’t enough.
I needed more. More time with her. More touches. More kisses. More of that tight pussy. More exquisite pleasure. More of her body wrapped around me. More of her passion and ecstasy.
I gently kissed her forehead.
She stirred and blinked her eyes open.
I gazed at my beautiful angel. “Good morning.”
