“Look at me.”  My gaze met his and with a groan, he entered me.

I gasped.

My eyes stayed fixated as he slowly started his rhythm. Deep and deliberate, the pleasure immense. The intimacy unwavering.

"I love you," he whispered, as his pace quickened. Plunging deeper, harder. Loving me as only he can.

He reached the summit, flooding me. I met him there, drowning in the intensity of our desire.

With my body left shaking from the tsunami of pleasure, he wrapped himself tightly around me.

In the safety of his arms. I murmured, "I love you.  Merry Christmas, honey.”