His Holiday Gift Page 5

  “No don’t leave.” She tried holding me inside by digging her nails into my ass, and tightening her pussy muscles to lock me off.

  “Babe I’m hurting you, we’ve got to stop.”

  “But if you take it out, I don’t think you’ll get it back in.”

  “That’s okay baby, there’s always tomorrow. He’s going to work tomorrow again too you know.” I grinned down at her because she seemed to be under the impression that if I took away her new toy it’ll never work again.

  “No just one more.” To make sure she got her way she pulled a fast one. Locking her legs around my hips, she pushed and shoved until I was on my back and she was in the lead.

  “Now I’ve got you.” She was a playful lover, that’s one of the first things I’d noticed about her. She likes to laugh and tease while I’m inside her. It’s a new experience for me, but I like it.

  It helps that she also screams and begs and moans, so I know that at least I’m doing it right.

  “Be gentle with me.” She held my hands down next to my head the way I had done with hers. Then she rocked herself on my cock and my eyes crossed.

  “Let me go baby so I can hold you.” I wanted to control the movement of her hips so that she didn’t hurt herself being greedy, but she was one step ahead of me.

  “Not yet.” To keep me quiet, she lowered her head to mine and nipped my bottom lip with her teeth, while moving on my cock nice and slow. The seed that I’d deposited in her the last two go-arounds made it easier to slide in and out of her, and I hope lessen the sting.

  She didn’t seem to mind as she threw her head back and rode me faster and harder. As soon as her body went tight as a bowstring, I threw her to her back, lifted her legs over my shoulders and finished her off.

  Since I knew this might be the last time I could touch her for today, I gave it my all there at the end. I had her open and bent almost double under me, with her pussy upturned in this position, so that I could pile drive into her softness.

  By the time I was marking her neck for like the fourth time, I was emptying my balls inside her. I didn’t even know, never realized that a man could cum that much always thought it couldn’t be done.

  I had been pretty sure that it was next to impossible to fuck that many times too, but I guess it was all about whom you were fucking. With her it seems I could go all day.

  When our breathing evened out and I could move again, I eased out of her with the utmost care and moved down between her legs for a look.

  “Damn baby, you’re a mess.” I left her long enough to run us a bath which we shared while I held her in front of me with my arms wrapped around her.

  “Oh you know what I just noticed? You gave me all that stuff last night but I don’t have anything for you.” She tried turning around in my arms but I held her in place.

  “This is the best Xmas gift I’ve ever had, bar none.” With those words I covered her heart and her sweet pussy simultaneously. Which made her laugh, which was my intention, no matter that it was true.

  We barely kept our hands to ourselves as we dried each other off in between nibbles. I had to cover up my cock which was on the rise again believe it or not, and run down stairs after throwing her a pair of my sweats to wear.

  It hurt my heart that my baby didn’t have decent clothes, but instead of letting it fuck with me, I decided to concentrate instead on how much fun we were gonna have when we went shopping for a whole new wardrobe for her.

  Downstairs I puttered around getting things ready for our holiday feast. I was suddenly ravenous, and I had to throw out the old coffee that I’d made hours ago to make new.

  It was still early afternoon so we hadn’t lost much time. Thank heavens we’d awakened early and got the sexual marathon out of the way. I wanted our first Xmas together to be something to remember.

  With that thought in mind, I put the music on in the living room and turned the TV on in the kitchen for company.

  By the time she traipsed downstairs I was messing around with the turkey. “Whoa what’s all this?” she took in the groceries I had spread out on top of the counter and every other available surface.

  “I’m making us a holiday feast to celebrate.”

  “Okay, but I’m helping.”

  “Can you cook?”

  “I love to cook, it’s one of the only things I’m good at.”

  “Well now we know something else that you excel at, only that will never be common knowledge, so we’ll see how you do with the cooking.”

  We joked and teased each other while she made pies and I took care of the turkey and stuffing. We shared the side dishes, which I wasn’t really too good at, but she seemed to have a handle on, which worked out great.

  We kept our conversation light as we moved around each other and when everything was in the oven, or simmering on the stove I cornered her against the island.

  “Let’s go build a snowman.” I can’t believe how her eyes lit up at that. She was off and running for her shoes and hat and the ratty coat she’d worn the night before.

  I couldn’t have that so I took it off of her without a word and wrapped her in my shearling, which was two sizes too big. I was already regretting my decision to take her outside, but the joy in her at the simple outing made me hold my tongue and go through with it.

  “Stop fussing Julian I’m fine.”

  “I know, but I have to take care of you.” I pulled one of my wool caps down over her ears and made sure she was bundled up enough before taking her outside.

  It was clearing up a bit out there, but as I stood behind her with my arms wrapped around her and looked around, it was the perfect landscape.

  A blanket of snow amidst the firs and pines, smoke flowing from chimneys down below. “You ready sweetheart?” I nuzzled her neck and she giggled before telling me that yes she was ready to build our first snowman.

  We ended up throwing more snow at each other than actually building Frosty, but we got it done, even down to the carrot nose and my Burberry scarf. She didn’t care that the thing cost more than some people made in a week, she only cared that the snowman would not be complete without a scarf.

  Back inside, the house was beginning to smell like Xmas, all that was missing was the noise of a family, but I was quite content to have my little miracle. Next year I’ll give her family.

  I picked her up and was about to lay her out on the counter for a taste. I was actually having withdrawals and thought that if I could just get my mouth on her I wouldn’t even have to fuck her.

  But the noise outside had me changing tack at the last second. “What the hell?” We both walked into the living room with her hand held fast in mine, my body shielding hers, just in time to see mom come through the door with the others not far behind.

  “Mom?”

  “Merry Xmas son.” Her eyes went right to my girl and they welled up with tears. Dad rolled his eyes as she approached us with open arms and grabbed my girl up in a bear hug.

  Next thing I know I had two crying women on my hands and no idea what to do about the situation. “Hey!” that was my great contribution as I stood there feeling gutted.

  “Don’t worry about it son, just let her get it out of her system.” He clapped me on my shoulder as my siblings and their spouses shook the snow off their feet and came over for hugs.

  “How did you guys get here?”

  “The jet how else?”

  “What’s all that?” I pointed to the trunk- sized cooler.

  “Food, mom said she wasn’t sure how far you’d get with the meal so we brought everything but the turkey, so brother, that had better be meat I’m smelling.”

  I watched her with them to make sure she wasn’t overwhelmed, but she seemed to be holding her own. My sister and sister in law were going on and on about her hair and how beautiful it was, and of course the talk turned to all things female.

  I had to step in when they started talking about what would look best with what.

  “Nobo
dy’s cutting her hair so we can stop right there.” The whole room turned to look at me in silence, like that was supposed to make me back down.

  I just stared right back at them until they all broke into laughter, including my Christina. Mom came over and stood next to me while dad tinkered with the fire and my brother and brother in law looked for a game on TV.

  “I know you want to have her all to yourself today son, and we’ll leave you two first thing in the morning, but she needs family son, she needs this.”

  She was right on both counts, hadn’t I just been wishing I could give her family? And she had a nice flush on her cheeks from all the attention the girls were showing her.

  “Thanks mom.” I squeezed her shoulder as we both took in our family. When Christina looked around like she was making sure I was still there and hadn’t left her, I couldn’t resist walking over and kissing her, right there in the room surrounded by our family.

  Epilogue

  That was our first Xmas together, and in the year since then, life has been unbelievably good, it was as if the miracle just kept growing.

  After the best Xmas dinner I can remember having, that night we all sat around reminiscing about those summers we’d spent at the chalet.

  And later, as the house slept, I made slow sweet love to her. After watching her all day and having to behave myself because of our company and also because her body needed a little healing time, I was starved for her.

  “I’m going to take such good care of you baby.” I rocked in and out of her as I held her head in my hands and looked down at her.

  “I love you so much Christina, and I’m so glad I found you.”

  “Not as glad as I am.” She pulled my head down to hers and we kissed.

  I like the way she moves under me, like she’s in tune with my every move. Her hands roamed over my back, down to my ass, as she lifted into my strokes.

  “Can you take all of me?” Our words were hushed and so much more intimate, because we were trying to keep what we were doing secret from the rest of the house.

  “I can try.” With what amounted to a go ahead, I eased in and out, taking little short jabs into her until her juices started flowing freely, making it easier to go in and out of her.

  “Hold onto me.”

  She dug her nails into my back and I lifted her ass in my hands so I could fuck deep. When I hit bottom I held still until she relaxed; then showed her how much I wanted and needed her.

  The next day as promised, mom rallied the troops and they were off again. I felt bad wanting them gone, but not bad enough to ask them to stay. I did want to be alone with her. I wanted more time to bond, just her and I, because at the end of the day, that’s who it’s always been, the two of us.

  “Julian, what are you doing sitting here all by your lonesome?” She walked into the room in one of my robes that swallowed her tiny frame instead of one of the hundreds I’d bought her.

  Her hair was wild from her nap, her face sleep soft, and still she was the most beautiful girl in the world. “Did you have enough sleep baby?”

  She was tired a lot these days. One of the reasons for that was lying on my chest, his four- month old mouth drooling down the front of my cashmere sweater, and the other was his brother or sister that was now growing inside her womb.

  As far as we can tell, I’d knocked her up the first time I ever laid hands on her, and then again as soon as the doctor lifted the moratorium after she’d healed from giving birth.

  In the last year I’ve tried to make up for the eleven years that she’d been in living hell. There wasn’t anything she wanted, whether material or otherwise, that I didn’t get for her.

  “I missed my guys.” She sat next to us on the couch in front of the fire and put her head on my shoulder while my arm went around her.

  “We missed you too little momma.” It was hard to believe she’d given birth to the bruiser on my chest. Eight pounds seven ounces. You can imagine what I put the poor doctor through in the delivery room. Each time she screamed, I threatened.

  Now she was all back together like new and I found her even more amazing for all that. Regardless of what my family said or how they laughed at me, I did not think my wife was the first woman to give birth, but I know she’s my all time heroine for bringing my son into the world, not to mention the fact that she let me do that shit to her again.

  There were no more shadows in her eyes, no more sadness, well hardly any anyway. There were some things I couldn’t give back to her, like her parents. But I share mine with her willingly and they’ve gone above and beyond to make my girl feel welcomed. She’s never been treated like anything less than a daughter and sister, and for that I am grateful.

  “The others not back yet?” I smiled as I thought of my family down the mountain, making the little town rich. With the way mom shops for the holidays, I was sure they would make the next year’s overhead easy.

  “Nope, now you see why I wouldn’t let you go with them?”

  “Sure, you just don’t like me being out of your sight that’s all.”

  She was right about that. In the past year I’d rearranged my whole life. In the first few months after we’d been married, I’d made it my mission to learn all there was to know about her, and one of the first things I learned was that she was afraid of abandonment.

  That led to me moving my office home and restructuring my days so that we could spend as much time together as possible, until she felt safe.

  It was nice having my family around, but I noticed that even with them there, she always sought me out. We were each other’s anchor and I went out of my way to make sure she knew it wasn’t all one-sided, that I needed her just as much as she needed me.

  She wasn’t fussy about most things, so I was the one who kept on op of it and made sure she got everything her little heart desired. I’d used mom and my sisters to learn of any little thing she might want or need.

  I’m sure there was a time there when she thought I was a mind reader, the way I always showed up with something she’d been wanting, or eyeing in a shop window.

  We’d decided to make holidays at the chalet a family tradition. We’d also been back here this summer as well, just like old times.

  Right now the others were out hunting down last minute gifts, most of which were for the little prince. As the first baby in the family he has been spoiled rotten.

  We’d gone out yesterday and cut down a tree, which we all decorated last night with much revelry and fanfare, since it was Junior’s first Xmas and his aunts and uncles were recording every second for posterity. The kid had more pictures and hours of video than a supermodel.

  Now the three of us were sitting here waiting for the madness to continue as soon as they trooped back through the door.

  “Are you happy baby?” With the crooning sounds of Dean, Frank and Bing in the background, the flames in the fireplace dancing, and outside the window, the world looked like a Currier and Ives postcard, I knew I had it all. I just needed to know that she was there with me.

  “You know I am, that and more; thank you.”

  “No thank you baby.” I kissed her head then his and held my perfect gifts just a little bit closer.

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  THE END