“Come for me,” I half order, half plead, desperate to be inside of her. I suck her clit and pinch her tight nipple at the same time. She cries out and explodes. I love that sound. I’ll never get enough, and I can’t wait any longer.
I position myself behind her and guide my cock lower, to her entrance, into that spot I’d just pleasured, the place that’s all mine.
As I sink into her, I groan and swear. She feels too good. Too tight, too hot, too slick. I won’t last long. I go deep and stroke slowly. For all my talk of fast, I want to savor this mindless joy. Her small, sharp gasps of pleasure, though, make me out of my mind.
“I need to see you,” I moan. “I need to watch you when you come again.”
I twist her until she’s lying on the bed below me, and I hover over her.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hey.”
Her hand reaches out to push strands of my hair behind my ear. She cups my chin.
“Love,” she says.
“Yah?” Even through my frantic heartbeat and screaming erection, I’m undone by the soft way she says, ‘love.’
“Get that gorgeous cock of yours back in me.”
I grin and do as she instructs. I drive my dick into her and she thrusts her hips up with a gasp as I set a driving pace.
Her hands explore all of me, setting fire to everywhere she touches as she rains kisses across my chest.
We come together over and over, until it’s all too much, the feel of her tits against me, the way she cries out each time I pound into her, the wild heat in her eyes. And then her silent scream at the end in ecstasy.
Her inner muscles grip my dick, milking me, and I come with a shout. My mind is mindless except for one thought repeating like a prayer. This is everything I’ll ever want.
Minutes later, she’s curled up on top of me, stroking my chest.
“Best. Present. Ever,” she says. I can feel her smile on my skin.
“Best present ever,” I murmur.
She lifts her head and I smile at the way a curl falls over one of her eyes. I brush it away with my finger.
“Come on, big guy, we can’t lie in bed all day. We have other presents waiting. And I’m greedy.”
She hops out of bed and throws on her Christmas pajamas that I stripped off her last night. She bought a matching pair for Belle and for me as well, but that was a step too far. So I dress in a green T-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms, my concession to the holiday.
“It’s snowing.” She stands at the window in the weak light of dawn. “For our second Christmas together.” She smiles at me with shining eyes. “I didn’t think I could be so happy.”
I come up behind her and encircle her in my arms, lifting her hair and kissing that sweet spot on her neck. “Are you sure? I know it’s been busy. With you opening your art studio and me juggling my movie commitments around Belle’s school schedule. And our summer in California.”
She turns in my arms. “How can you doubt it?” She looks at me with joy in her eyes. Something fierce and sweet twists in my gut.
I lean in to kiss her, wishing I could breathe in her smile so it was with me always.
We break apart after long minutes. “Let’s go downstairs before I change my mind and take you again,” I growl.
We walk hand in hand, trying to be as quiet as we can on the creaking stairs. We know we only have minutes, so we work fast, getting things ready for Belle. We prepared almost everything the night before, looking up the Santa tracker on the internet, reading’Twas the Night Before Christmasto an excited, sleepy girl, putting all the gifts under the tree, and leaving out cookies for Santa and a carrot for Rudolph. All those little details that I never got to experience when I was a kid, but with Poppy’s help, we can give them to Belle.
Twenty minutes later, we’re kissing in the light of the oven with the smell of cinnamon buns wafting through the house when Belle races down the stairs and screams, “Presents!”
With a fire going, we open them all, one at a time, with each person taking a turn. I admit I got carried away with presents, so it takes a long time until the last gifts are opened.
Poppy gives me a painting of the three of us in front of the lake house. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten, unless you count the gift of them and this Christmas.
