Page 66 of What Happens This Christmas
The second time she moaned.
This last time, she outwardly fucking cried, my name on the tip of her tongue, I was sure of it.
“How does that feel?” I asked, already knowing the answer. What could I say? I liked to hear it fall from her lips.
“Yes,” she cried, a squeak coming out at the end.
She was barely holding it together, her eyes fluttering closed.
I continued pinching her nipple on the downward motion, but as soon as she moved up, I stroked her clit, making her head fall back in pleasure.
The column of her neck was too tempting for me not to give in and do exactly what I had been wanting to do—lick it.
“You’re doing so good, Candy, riding me like I’m a Clydesdale.”
A smile played on her lips, and I began rocking into her too, moving my hips quickly and making sure I hit the exact spot she needed—
“Ohhh.” The word was drawn out for what seemed like hours but was really only a couple of thrusts. “More,” she insisted, her tone hostile.
She was almost ready. I could feel it. I could see it. I knew her like the back of my hand, and she was going to come for me. She just needed a little push. “That’s my wife. Come for me. Come on Daddy’s lap. In this position, you’re going to be all over me, marking my cock with your arousal.”
Her lips parted on a gasp, her eyes flaring wide open before becoming slits, practically closing. “Your words,” she said, her voice faltering.
I knew what they were doing to her. The dirty way I spoke when we were this close, this intimate with one another, always sent her tumbling over the edge.
My spine tingled.
Our mutual rocking became inconsistent. I picked up where she left off and vice versa.
My heart went wild, beating so hard I thought it’d leap out of my chest and fall between us, right into our laps.
She mewled. Loudly.
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back, but she was incredibly tight, and my mind was starting to go blank. I pressed my thumb to her clit. Hard. Simultaneously, I grabbed her breast, squeezing it before taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking on it. My cheeks hollowed with how hard I was sucking it.
That was all she needed, causing her to flutter around me.
Son of a bitch.It was painfully tight. That was it. I was going to die.
My muscles were taut, trying my best to continue to rock until they grew lazy. Finally, I grunted and arched.Motherfucker.I came violently, spilling every last bit inside her. Then I barely thrust, it was so slow, before I lifted her off of me.
I laid down, and she followed my lead, lying partially on top of me and nuzzling into my side. I draped an arm around her, holding her there, and placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head.
“I’m going to cancel our annual Christmas Eve party.” The assertive statement sliced through the air like the rocket launcher I had received for Christmas when I was five. “I’d ask if that’s okay with you, but I have a feeling you don’t care very much.”
I absentmindedly rubbed my thumb over her arm, loving the way she sagged into me. This was the closest we had been lately. She’d never let me hold her like this. It was something I didn’t feel like taking for granted. “I’ll have a good cry, but then, no, it’s not going to be a loss for me.”
Loss was knowing that I could lose her because I was an idiot.
I hated even considering myself an idiot. Was it possible I was no better than millions of men around the world? The prospect was so mundane that I could hardly tolerate it.
She heaved a sigh, her entire body rising before inevitably falling back. “I think I’d like to stay here for a while.” That would be perfectly fine with me. “If not forever,” she mumbled so quietly that had I not been completely tuned into her, I might have missed it entirely.
“I may not care about the party, but you do, and you’ve put a lot of time and effort into it.”
She shifted her head, tucking her hair behind her ear so it stopped falling in front of her face. God, I loved the way she let her hair down, literally and figuratively. “You could argue that we’ve put a lot into this marriage, and I messed that up too.” Her fingers slowly grazed over my chest as she toyed with my hair.
“That’s selfish of you.” I pressed my hand over hers on my chest. “Marriage is like sex. It takes two to screw it up.”
