“No—it’s both.”
When he starts to move back against me, lifting his hips as mine scoot down, it all falls into place. The pressures inside and outside build as our speed increases, and our kisses stop solely for the sake of my needing to moan and lock my jaw, clenching my teeth as a different kind of climax creeps up my legs and down from my belly, meeting in the middle.
“Fff-uck!” I finally splinter out the word as my body mirrors it, pleasure inside of me crashing and breaking around his cock, walls squeezing, and squeezing, until.... Bliss. An elusive,fleeting bolt of pleasure, and then little shocks that make me judder against him.
He’s right behind me, still moving, and then letting out a sharp grunt as he comes inside of me. None of his cum gets into me thanks to the condom, and I have a split second of regret.
The world needs more babies like Laurel. More dads like Artie. More families like ours.
And I didn’t get any more of the cocoa-and-mint cream Artie makes.
“Immy? Babe, you okay?”
“I didn’t know I could be this wonderful,” I suddenly giggle.
“Yeah?” Artie looks up, beaming as he wipes his forehead.
“I was thinking that you know you’re living a life that makes you truly happy when your brain nitpicks the little things.”
“Oh? Well, tell me. I’m learning, too.” Artie takes my hand, a serious expression taking away the glow of his grin.
“Oh, no, no. Nothing like that, Artie. I was just thinking that it’ll be nice when there’s nothing between us. And that I really, really want some more of that peppermint hot chocolate.”
“You stay there, I’ll make you some.”
“It’s late at night!”
“I don’t care. Nothing is too good for my Imogene.”
My Imogene.
“Stay with me. I like you better than cocoa,” I whisper. “My Artie.”
Chapter Fourteen: November Twenty-fourth
November 24th, 2025
Pine Ridge, New York
“Are you sure you want me to go? I was out last night.” I luxuriate next to my boyfriend. Husband—unofficially. Soon to be officially. Lover. Person. Heartbeat.
He’s all the wonderful things that I caught glimpses of in books and fairytales, movies, and even commercials. If I’m clingy and addicted, I can’t help it.
I also don’t have to. Artie is the same way. When I go to roll over, he grabs me back, warm body pressing into my naked one, lips nibbling their way down over my breasts, across my navel, even to the juncture of my thighs. “Go out. Have fun. Will you be done by ten? I have to support a rollout that’s ten hours ahead.”
“I’m going to the Night Market with Charlotte and Tessa—from book club. I want to get Lesha a Christmas present.”And you. Something special.I’ve already told Chloe at Chloe’s Curiosities to keep an eye out for wedding rings, making up a story about mine being lost during the move. “Mainly just to look around, though. I’ve been here a month and never been. Everybody goes, even the locals. It’s not just a tourist thing.”
“We could go together. Another date night. I’ve been here longer than you, and I still haven’t gone, either.”
His mouth connects with the skin of my pussy, a word I’m still getting used to. It sounds sexy and forbidden when I say it—and so is what he’s doing to me, lapping around my clit withlittle taps, butterfly licks, so delicate it drives me crazy. When he suddenly sucks hard, his tongue delving deep, I scream softly and dig my hands into his hair, hips rocking desperately. “I wanna come,” I mewl, greedy for more of him, greedy for the pleasure he dishes out so generously.
“I want to make you.” His chin dips down, and he grabs my legs to push them up, turning me into a bundle of pleasure, letting my eager hips ride his hungry mouth. His hands clamp down on my cheeks, massage me, touching me everywhere. “You taste so good. All salty sweet. Layers of sweet and sticky honey from my Imogene,” he teases me, talking dirty to make me blush and squirm, even while I’m begging for more.
And when I finally peak, fast and hard, I dive down to catch his throbbing cock in my mouth. I love the way he tastes, and a little part of me wonders if I’m supposed to like it this much. Did some ancient krampuses eat people? What about modern ones? I shudder and close my eyes, remembering that perfectly normal people indulge in this naughtiness, too. Artie certainly loves “eating” me.
“Oh, my God. Immy. Immmmyyyy.” Artie’s helpless, writhing and reaching for me, massaging my head, my neck, whatever he can grab.
I grab his cock at the base and suck, slurping loudly, not caring if I’m making hedonistic sounds. I wanted to come. Now I want him to come. I want to swallow him down, adoring that unique flavor that is Artie—still that blend of velvety and sharp, mint and cocoa. I know that maybe full humans wouldn’t think their partners taste so good. Not that I have anyone to ask...
