“It’s perfect,” she whispered. Her hand reached up to touch the needles.
They had provided handsaws for us to use, allowing us to cut the tree. Once the tree was cut, the employees who worked there transported the tree to the stand where they shook the tree and baled it. Once that was done, the tree was placed in the back of my truck, holding it down with some bungee cords I kept in the back.
Once we were on the road, Blair thought we were going back home, but our next stop was some hot, fresh cider made by another farm nearby. We each got a large cup to take with us.
She looked at me, questions filling her head. “Where are we going?” I knew she would have to ask.
“We’re on a date, and it’s a surprise,” I tell her, her cheeks turning pink as she smiles. She sips her cider as we venture to the next farm, the snow still falling. It only took us about thirty minutes to get there.
She was facing me when I stopped, talking about how good the cider was, when she realized we were no longer moving. She turned around to look out the window and gasped. “Noway!? A sleigh ride?” She squealed, excitement bubbling off her. She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth, making me groan from the surprise of how hot and dirty this kiss was. She was breathing hard now, and I could scent her arousal.
“We’d better get out of this truck right this minute or else you will be riding me instead,” I growl, inches away from her face.
“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering from her arousal. I made sure she had her beanie and coat on before we left the warmth of the truck. I grabbed the extra blanket I had packed in the back, just in case.
The sleigh ride was going to be about an hour long, taking us through the snowy forest. It was peaceful and magical with the snow still falling. I had the blanket on our laps, as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me for warmth. We sat there quietly, enjoying the peace the sleigh ride provided out in the wilderness. Nothing needed to be said at this moment.
Once our ride was over, she petted the horses before we got back into the truck and headed home. She was happy and content, the only thing left was to put up the Christmas tree and decorate it when we got home.
Christmas
We didn’t do much for Christmas Eve except have a nice dinner with Thea and Gus. They had come over to our house this time for a holiday meal. We had made ham with sweet potatoes and brussels sprouts, while Thea baked rolls and dessert. She made a sticky toffee pudding cake that was todie for. Her baking was truly next level. They had stayed for a couple of hours, going home before it got dark.
Once they left, we spent our evening in the living room next to the roaring fire in the fireplace as we listened to Christmas music and made handmade Christmas ornaments for our tree next year. We were also making Christmas cookies in the kitchen in between the ornaments. She had found some cookie cutters to use, forming fun shapes that we covered in frosting.
I may have had a little fun in the kitchen with the leftover icing we had. There was something else I would rather eat. Pinning her against the counter, my erection pressed against her lower back, my hands holding onto the counter, blocking her in. I leaned down to nip at her ear, making her moan out and push against me.
Grabbing her waist, I slowly slid my hands up, taking her sweater off with my movement, throwing it down on the floor. I slide my hands down her sides and hook my thumbs in her waistband, pulling her leggings down to her ankles. She steps out of them, and I slide them over with my foot.
I step back and pull her with me. I turn her around and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals, “Asmodeus!” I smack her plump ass that’s right in my face. Such a juicy ass makes me want to bite it.
I gently place her down on the dining room table, her legs dangling off the end. I place my hand between her breasts, pushing gently, letting her know I want her to lie on the table. She understands my intention and lies down willingly, heat and curiosity written all over her face.
I moved back to the kitchen counter, grabbing the green bag of icing that was left. She’s lying across the dining tablepatiently, naked for everything but her sexy, red lace cheeky underwear. I step up and tap her knee, she widens her legs for me. I pull her to the edge of the table, my erection pressing against her hot core.
I reverently rub my hand up and down her leg. “You’re god damn beautiful. You take my breath away Blair. You’re perfect,” I groan. It’s time to play.
I bring the icing bag up and trace her nipples with it, filling it in. I do that to both nipples; her areolas are completely coated with green icing now. I bend down to lick it off, using my tongue to trace the same pattern I did with the bag, going slowly, savoring the taste of her skin. She was the best dessert there was.
Once I finished with her nipples, she was a panting mess, I could smell how aroused she was, and feel how wet her panties were from her slick. They were completely soaked, as well as the PJs I was wearing. I trailed another line of frosting, this time starting at her nipple, up her sternum, then lining her clavicle and shoulder line, leading up her neck, ending at the base of her ear.
I flicked my tongue out, brushing her nipple before I dragged my tongue along the line of icing, sucking in a few places against her skin, creating tiny red marks. The frosting went over her bond mark, making sure to spend extra attention there. I sucked on the mark while grinding my erection against her clit until I had her moaning my name in pleasure.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I could feel a wet spot in my underwear from the precome leaking out of my tip. I pulled my pants and underwear down as quickly as possible. I painted her chest with icing, making sure I got every inch ofcreamy, soft skin. I took my erection in my palm, squeezing my tip hard as my tail came around and started playing with her entrance.
My tail pushes into her wet, hot, tight heat, penetrating her fast, hard, and deep. Her eyes rolling back from how hard my tail is fucking her pussy. I start fisting my cock, the movement effortless and smooth from the amount of precome leaking because of the site beneath me.
As my tail continues its onslaught, I lean down to lick the icing off her body, the taste of her combined with the sugar bursting on my tongue, as my nostrils flare at the scent of her in the air. I feel her walls fluttering around me. I take my other hand and put pressure on her clit, rubbing fast circles against it, pushing her pleasure higher, on the brink of an explosive orgasm.
I take her nipple in my mouth and suck on it, biting it gently. The act has her back arching, pushing her breast into my mouth. I increase my ministrations on her clit, a silent scream on her lips as she clamps down hard on my tail, coming all over it. The feeling has me squeezing my knot as I erupt. “Oh fuck,” I groan, as I paint her skin with my seed. I pump my length in my fist, milking myself as I continue to coat her skin.
She’s covered in my seed from her breasts, all the way down to her belly button. I place my hand in it and rub it all over, massaging my come into her skin. She moans and arches into my touch, another orgasm around my tail, this time squirting all over the floor.
I lean down and snake my tongue into her mouth, giving her a taste of the frosting I licked off her skin. It’s dirty and unhurried. I can feel my come rub off onto my skin. Weshould take a shower together. I lean back and pick her up. I leave all our clothes on the kitchen floor and walk us up the stairs to the master bathroom.
We take a shower, not allowing her to lift a finger; she stands there as I wash every inch of her, worshipping her body, taking care of her and her heart. She is growing a life inside her. I kissed her belly, showing her my love and appreciation for what she was doing and for making me a father.
I dry her off, and we snuggle into bed. The fire roared in the fireplace, casting a warm glow across her face as she fell asleep in my arms. Tomorrow will be Christmas, my first Christmas. I couldn’t wait.
