“Not a clue but if we want any peace on earth, we should probably do what they say.” Taking her hand, I lead her down the stairs into the garage.
When I unlock the door, we both stop to stare atthe hundreds of twinkling lights, rivalingRockefeller Center.
“Holy shit.” Jaw open, eyes bulging, Sky steps on the cotton batting and approaches the life-sized toy train containing pre-WWII shoppers inside, worthy of Currier and Ives.
Transfixed, she stares, and I kneel on the fake snow to hold forth the diamond. “Ophelia, I-”
“Yes, yes, and yes.” She tackles me to the soft white stuff, grabs the ring, and slips it on her finger. Eyes bright, red lips smiling, she straddles my waist, and leans over to kiss me.
Once we break for air, I snort out loud. “Don’t you want to hear my proposal?”
“Sure, go ahead, but you don’t have to, unless you want to.” Judging from the sparkle in her eyes, the wives warned her of my feeble attempts to wax poetic.
“Ah… Perhaps I’ll bring it out on our fiftieth wedding anniversary. We’ll eat stale frozen cake and laugh at how lame I used to be.” I was trying to make her smile. Instead, tears well and drip down her face.
Cupping her cheeks, I catch her gaze. “What is it, butterfly? What did I say?”
“Did you mean it? Growing old with me?” She sniffs and after I hand her a tissue, I picture us surrounded by dozens of grandkids.
“Uh-huh. I do.” Throat tight, her hand in mine, I rush her up the back stairs to my condo.
There, she tugs offher crimson sweater and kicks off black jeans. My mouth watering,I strip to myHO-HO-HOboxers.
Holy Christmas. SexyMrs. Santa undies? The gorgeous package makes my head light, and I can’t wait to unwrap her.
My eager palms ache to rediscover every inch of her soft skin. Hers do the same and soon, we fall onto the mattress. Once I unclasp the fur and lace bra, I suck her nipples through the fabric.
As her tits point and she moans, I bite the wordnaughtyon her panties, and pull them off. My penis is so hard, it hurts. I focus on my favorite place, the button between her lush, swollen lips.
As I tease her clit, she tugs my hair. Returning to her mouth, I emulate Act II using my tongue and she wraps her fingers around my length.
“Babe.” I need our love-making to last, but it won’t if she continues to stroke me like that.
“That’s fiancé-babe, to you, mister.” She kisses down my neck, my chest, and when she pauses at my navel, my appendage swells.
A kiss and a pump later, she licks her favorite lollipop. Her breath warms my tip and as it reaches for her, she laps until I pull her away. There is no way I am climaxing anywhere but deep inside her. Toe to the comforter, I swivel her onto her back, and take control.
“Bossy much?” Now the sexy imp nips my lip, but I grin and lower to the floor.
“Only during sex, Ms. Ophelia.” Done playing, I spread her legs, and once I press my tongue flat against her blossom, her heels dig into my shoulders.
She arches, freezes, and screams. As she shudders, I scoot up, place my tip at her entrance, and thrust until bone meets bone.
“Oh God.” Her pelvis tilts, her nails bite into my back, and while she locks her ankles behind my calves, I take her higher.
My control frayed, the bed jumps and slides across the room. At her encouraging pleas, I piston inside of her, hyper-focused on her body. The last note of her finale takes me to the brink, and I come so intensely, my heart grows three sizes larger.
Sometime later we float back to the land of the living, and her soft hand cups my chin. “Merry Christmas.”
“I love you so friggin’ much, my almost Mrs. Brennan.”
“Who says I’m taking your name?” Despite her mischievous grin, I feign to believe her.
A lifetime of answering questions with questions makes me chuckle. “Don’t you want it?”
“Are you asking or telling?” She is so damn cute when she snickers through her nose.
Lordy, I love this woman.I drive her crazy, and right before she climaxes again, I make her promise to take my surname. “Otherwise, I’m calling our first daughter, Nancy.”
