I thrust again.
And then without warning, he's pumping in and out of me, lifting me up slightly as he sinks deeper and deeper inside me.
"Such a greedy little girl and you're doing so good, taking me all in, Poppy."
He slides a hand between us, finding my clit, brushing small circles over it. That perfect spot, I'm whimpering.
"Yes, yes!"
"Come for me, my little Poppy. Show me how much you're mine."
Something breaks inside me and I scream out before shuddering with pleasure, experiencing bursts of warmth as the orgasm ripples through me. I hear a moan coming from Blake, him too reaching his orgasm.
When our breaths slow down, he kisses the top of my head then rolls over.
Propping up on his elbow, he looks at me like I'm a Christmas miracle.
"You're perfect, you know that? I love you so much, Poppy, it physically hurts."
"I love you too, Blake."
He kisses the top of my head again, gently and holds me tight until we fall asleep, dreaming of the amazing years to come.
Epilogue - Blake - Two Years Later
"Blake, why are you not helping?"
"Do we really need another box of ornaments? I think our home is already pretty Christmasy to me. It was like this the whole month, why are you hanging mistletoe everywhere?"
"Maybe, I'm hoping my husband will kiss me more if I hang more mistletoe."
I hold my wife by the waist, guiding her gently until she’s against the wall.
“I didn’t know you were starving for kisses,” I murmur, voice low. “I’m such a bad husband.”
She giggles and moans when I lick the side of her neck, just like I know she likes.
"Well, I think it's going to bring luck to everyone that's coming. Plus, Carly told me you never once hosted a Christmas dinner. We need to be at our best."
"December is always stressful for you, you should take the time to rest."
"Oh, that reminds me, I need to go to Book Peak tomorrow, they need more postcards."
Her business has been growing, but she hasn't stopped organizing events because she has a lot of fun working on those. Her illustrations are scattered throughout the house, framed or just held with a piece of washi tape. I love to see her talent showcased everywhere. On my bedside table sits one portrait of her, one I asked for right at the start of our relationship, telling her I need to wake up with one Poppy on each side. It's one of my most prized possessions.
"You're such a workaholic. You can't worry about our decor and your business at the same time. Our apartment looks fine. No one is going to care. I've already prepared all the food you asked me to. And you still want to go to the parade, don't you want to get some rest for just one day?"
"Don't you think the parade is an important milestone for us?"
I shrug. "For me what's important is to be by your side."
"You're so grumpy!"
"I'll be there at the parade if you want me to. You know I can't say no to you."
"That's true." She has the nerve to wink at me.
"You know I'll find a way to make you sit still for a while."
