Page 26 of Owned By Santa

“Fuck, yeah,” I mutter against the soft skin of her jaw, “be as fucking loud as you want, baby.”

We keep kissing, at the same time we’re making our way to the bed in an inelegant but efficient dance. We fall into the mattress without noticing how comfortable it is, how soft the duvet covering it feels. Just too famished bodies finally getting their fill.

We both got tested for STDs. It’s the first time we’ll be making love without a condom, and I cannotfuckingwait!

Lowering my pants and underwear, I wedge myself between Mia’s thick thighs, my large hands framing her gorgeous face, my mouth kissing her all over. She’s naked under her nightie and I nudge at her entrance, rubbing the length of my cock over her slit. Feeling her wet and ready. I position the head and start pushing slow and steady. Inch by deliciously torturous inch. Mia lets out another cry of pleasure, followed by another, and another. Each followed by a string of curses.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck… Ah! Baby… Oh shit… Barrett, you feel so fucking good, baby… Oh, don’t stop, please don’t stop… Yes, fill me… stretch me. Oh My God!”

When I’m planted to the hilt, I grind into her, rubbing my pubic bone over her clit, and Mia clings on to my body in an impossibly tight embrace. Our skins covered in sweat, the room resonating with the sounds of our lovemaking, bodies colliding, our moans, groans and supplications. The scent of sex saturating the air. I start fucking her in long, deep, purposeful thrusts. withdrawing completely and pushing back inside her till our bodies are glued together. Mia whines, moans, cries, and writhes. I know the hard dig of my fingers into her hips will probably leave a bruise, but I can’t help myself. When I lean in and bite her shoulder hard, she explodes in ripples that suck in my cock and pull me with her over the edge.Fuuuuck! Nothing ever felt this good…n

Epilogue

BARRETT

I don’t understand women. Mia brought all her things from California to our Queensbridge townhouse. Everything. We moved in together a month ago, and I’m still unpacking Mrs. Adam’s boxes.Unbelievable, I think to myself with a sideways grin.

The box I’m currently working on is an incomprehensible assortment of trinkets. So far, I’ve unwrapped a snowball, a couple of sports trophies and a few more of her beloved romance novels… None of this would have followed me. I don’t think I’ve ever owned a snowball. My trophies are stuffed somewhere at my parents’, and I usually don’t keep books I’ve already read.

A delicious aroma wafts its way from the kitchen, where my dear wife is making dinner. The soft sounds of a jazz playlist fill the open kitchen and the living room where I’m sitting on the carpet.

This is the life. A good, beautiful, loving woman as my life companion. Our love, friendship, affection, mutual trust and easy camaraderie making our house into a home. We are so blessed.

Mind filled with happy thoughts, I keep digging into Mia’s treasure box. At the very bottom, my fingers encounter a hard, rectangular shape, wrapped in newspaper. I rip away the paper to reveal a small frame, maybe the size of one of my large hands. Inside the frame, a piece of paper is trapped. White page, with a single sentence scribbled in…myhandwriting.

“Mia!”

“Yes, love. Once second, please.”

My gaze travels from the frame that for all these years has kept safe the note I forgot about, to my gorgeous wife wiping her hands on a kitchen towel and walking toward me in a hypnotizing movement of her full hips. I’m still not used to having my fill of her fucking hot body.

Shaking out of it, I extend an arm, pulling Mia down on the carpet next to me, and place the frame in her hands.

She gasps softly when she realizes what I’m trying to show her, eyes getting misty, then lifts her face to mine. “It’s your handwriting!”

I nod, pulling her into my arms. Holding her tight and resting my chin on top of her head. Expressing all the love I wish I could have given that young girl. The one who was brave. The one who used to cautiously watch me from afar, till she lost faith in the possibility of us.

“Did it help, even a little?” I ask quietly.

Mia nods against my chest, before pushing up to drop a tender kiss on my lips. Her soft hands coming up to frame my face.

“More than you’ll ever know, my love.”

I take her mouth in a deep, loving, passionate kiss, and we let our bodies express a bond beyond words.

THE END

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