Page 65 of What Happens This Christmas
“Either you stay there and watch me masturbate, or you come here and sit in Daddy’s lap,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion and desire.
She leisurely walked over to me, taking my hand and straddling me as I gave my hand a break, resting one of them on her hip while I ran the other up her bare leg. Toned, tanned with that bronzer crap she praised, and all mine. Every inch of her was mine.Fool, you are. You’re giving it all up, remember? Some other man is going to be able to play her body like a fiddle.
My brain could whisper anything it wanted to me, but I was going to remain totally present. Screw it, you know? I’d wantedthis, wanted my wife in my arms, in my lap, like this, smiling, a laugh teasing her face, for as long as I could remember. I wasn’t going to shoot it straight to hell just because of something stupid.
Flattening a palm on my chest, two fingers sprawled around my nipple, she arched her back. Her pussy was so close to my head. “Would now be the time to tell you what I want for Christmas?” she asked.
“I’m all ears.”
Her gaze was on my nipple as she brushed it, and I grabbed her finger, pulling it off me and dragging it through the arousal running down my cock. Bringing her finger toward her mouth, she parted her lips. I groaned, my expression darkening as I watched her take her entire finger in her mouth and suck me off. “As salty as the popcorn we strung on our tree the first Christmas we spent together.”
I leaned in and laid a peck on her lips, tasting both of us. “What do you want for Christmas?” I asked, nudging my chin as I waited for her answer.
“You,” she answered, her warm breath hitting me as the heat from her pussy practically radiated off of her. She lined me up at her entrance, and I flexed my fingers on her hips, my muscles bunching. “It’s been a while, but we never used to have anything between us.” Her voice was small and sweet, almost like she feared I’d want to put a barrier on me, to prevent us from fully feeling each other and enjoying this.
My gaze shot over to her blonde hair that sparkled, catching my eyes. I ran a hand through it, letting the strands slip through my fingers as her body shuddered, her breathing becoming choppy. “You’re right. So, if you’re okay with it, I don’t want a condom.” I held her chin between my fingers, my thumb pressing in the curve on her chin. “You know I haven’t been unfaithful. I would never do something like that to you.”
“No brunettes?”
“No brunettes. No blondes. No one at all, do you hear me?”
“Nick, I already know that. I’m only messing with you.” A light chuckle escaped her, and I laughed as well. “We may have our issues, but we would never—”
“You don’t need to say it,” I said, placing a finger on her lips to silence her.
She nodded and sank down, her heat welcoming me in inch by inch. I struggled to find the breath in my lungs, practically gasping for air. She felt so tight and soft. More than those things, though, she felt familiar.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, angling her head as she took more of me.
It felt like coming home again.
“Take your time,” I said, trying to comfort her as I bent my head, ready to take her nipple in my mouth to distract her from the initial pain of sitting on my cock.
She laughed through an exhale. “Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t impress me, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big you are.”
“My ego is confused whether that’s a compliment or not. It’s going to take it as one anyway.” Those were the last words I spoke before taking her nipple in my mouth and nipping at the sensitive area.
Sweat trickled down my spine as she held on to me, and I held on to her hips, making sure that I held her up as long as she needed that. I didn’t want her to take all of me until she was ready.
She sank lower.
And lower.
She was almost there, but not quite, and I was growing impatient. I wanted her to be comfortable, but I also wanted to end my own torture. Every part of me was sweating, waiting forthe moment that she sank all the way down and buried me to the hilt.
Her typical hard-nosed demeanor and serious eyes softened, her chest heaving as her nipple moved in my mouth, my teeth grazing it with the action.
Finally, she was sitting all the way on me, my cock deep inside her. I freed her nipple with a pop and peered between us. It was difficult to see where she started and I ended, which was all I ever wanted. In every regard. “Look at us.”
She did, sweat glistening on her chest, her face also glowing. “We fit.”
“Did you forget that we always have?”
I didn’t get a verbal response from her. Instead, it came in the form of her rocking her hips, a little at first before she began to really get into the groove of it.
Her tits bounced every time she came back down, and I pinched a nipple with my finger.
The first time she gasped.
