I made her come again before I finally relented, scooping her into my arms and brushing my lips against her dewy forehead. She was adorably limp in my arms, still coming back down from her multiple orgasms. Which made it easy to slide her down onto my cock as I sat with her in the leather chair by the couch.
I thrust inside her as I gripped her hips, and she melted against me.
Over Nova’s shoulder was the Christmas tree we’d built together after seeing the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. We’d spent that day hitting every overpriced, crowded Christmas market. By the time we were finished decorating and making Christmas cookies, Nova had been on the verge of tears.
She’d said,“This was exactly how I imagined Christmas in New York growing up. I can’t wait to wake up next to you Christmas morning.” She paused, shrugging as if to distract from her vulnerability. “Instead of crying myself to sleep and feeling like the only person in the world without a family.”
I held her tighter, peppering her face with kisses until she giggled.
My smile was immediate. “You have no idea how good you feel,” I growled, pumping slow and deep. “I could spend an eternity in this pussy.”
Her eyes rounded, her lips slightly curving. “That’s so romantic.”
I gripped her throat, my thrusts wilder until I heard that beautiful cry pour from her lips. “I’m going toromanticallyfill you with my cum, tie you back up with ribbon, and then watch Christmas movies while I play with you all day long.”
Her eyes stayed wide, excitement and adoration filling them as she bounced on my cock. A beautiful, soft smile graced her perfect pink lips.
“I love you so much,” she said.
I squeezed the side of her throat. Her eyes filled with pleasure, and her lips parted. My cock twitched, and I unloaded as deep inside her as I could get.
I let go of her, and she collapsed against me, both of us panting.
After ten minutes of cuddling and aftercare, Nova grew restless.
“Can I give you my gift now?” she asked.
I chuckled. “You may.”
I hoped she hadn’t spent any money on me like I expressly ordered. Nova didn’t ordinarily allow me to spoil her the way I wanted, so I’d used the excuse of Christmas to my full advantage.
She wanted to make it on her own, and I respected that about her—even if I secretly couldn’t wait for her to move in with me and leave her rundown, roach-infested apartment building behind.
I brought her a towel and helped her clean up, reveling in the primally satisfying way my cum had marked her asmine.As if the bruises and cane marks weren’t evidence enough. Next, I dressed her in her favorite t-shirt of mine.
Nova disappeared to get her gift, and I smiled at all the presents for her under the tree. Everything I'd seen her pick up or admire in bookstores or shops or markets, I’d gone back and purchased. She deserved all of it and more.
She brought me a small black box and envelope, suddenly appearing bashful.
“You know how hard I get when you blush,” I teased. “You’d better cut it out unless you want to open gifts with me inside you.” I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap again.
She seemed to entertain this possibility before forcing herself to refocus.
“Open the box first,” she said nervously. “And then the letter. Please.”
I did as instructed, and my heart squeezed. Inside the box was a simple black collar, nearly identical to the one I’d bought for her—the one she’d ripped off her neck in the Hudson Valley and discarded with disgust.
I let the memory fall away, grounding myself with the weight of her in my lap.
I hadn’t lost her. She was here, with me, where she always belonged.
“I found it thrifting, don’t worry. Um, it’s symbolic—to go with the letter,” she said. She bit her bottom lip.
When I opened the letter and scanned the first few lines, Nova squirmed, and my grin slowly faded.
She’d written me a love letter. In beautiful, lyrical language, she told me why she’d fallen in love with me and why she trusted me with her submission.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I read the final page. Only Nova could bring tears to my eyes twice in one month.
