Page 44 of Ribbons and Roses

Asking her if my dick feels good so deep in her pussy.

She’s so wet, she’s dripping. I’m swimming in pleasure.

It wells up inside me until its fit to burst. I tweak her nipples between my fingers and slide my dick in and out, picking up the pace. Her pussy flutters around my dick and I sense it coming. I’m able to let go once she is.

As her orgasm explodes, so does mine.

We come together, both trying to silence ourselves.

Delphine bites into the pillow. I bite into her. My teeth graze her neck as I bury my face and spill inside her wet, fluttering pussy.

It’s not until moments later that a hoarse laugh leaves me and I realize we’ve made a mess of the ribbons that once covered her. They’re strewn across the bed and the floor.

It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve lost ourselves in lovemaking and left a mess behind.

It won’t be the last time either.

This is for the rest of our lives. For every Christmas to come, where we’ll celebrate as a family and form our own memoriesand traditions. Where she’ll be my present and I’ll happily enjoy such a gift.

She smirks at me, her eyes even hazier now. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”

I kiss her, brushing away a couple tight curls. “Merry Christmas, Phi.”

THE END

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