A Christmas Wish

by Desconhecido(a)

  Picking up her hand where it fisted at her side, he opened it out and pressed her open palm to his chest. “I’m here, alive, and breathing. I love you, and I love those three kids as if they were my own. I wouldn’t ask you for anything but your love, some of your time, and to know every night you’ll be waiting for me in our bed.” Without any warning he slammed his lips down on hers, taking possession of her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bending her backwards to receive him.

  “Kiss me back,” he said. Ryan moaned as her nails sank into his hair, holding him as her tongue thrust inside his mouth. He accepted everything about her, flaws and perfection. He loved and wanted it all with her.

  “I want you so much.” He growled the words against her lips as he moved down to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He wanted his mark on her body. His stamp of ownership so everyone knew who she belonged to. He heard her cry out, but he didn’t stop. Ryan moved them back until she was pressed against the wall. He pressed her hands above her head, and he went in for another kiss.

  Ryan moaned as she pushed against him. His hard cock pressed against her stomach. He wanted inside her. Ryan wanted to feel her cum sliding down his dick as he fucked her hard and fast.

  Looking into her eyes, he moved his arms down to her shirt and ripped the fabric in two. He left her in her tracksuit and bra and knelt at her feet. He removed those hideous tracksuit bottoms so she stood before him in a thong and bra.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, standing and ready to remove his own clothes. This was her time to put a stop to him.

  Ryan’s heart soared as she shook her head, and stayed where she was. Instead of backing away or covering her body she undid the clasp of her bra, allowing it to fall away. Ryan needed no more words of encouragement. Within no time, his clothes joined hers so all he stood in was a pair of black boxer shorts.

  He wasn’t gentle as he stroked her body. Ryan explored what she liked and what drove her crazy. Ryan tongued her nipples, and cupped her slick pussy at the same time.

  “You’re so fucking hot. You’re dripping wet, baby.” He eased one finger past the fabric of her small thong, and found her desire. He swirled his fingers through her cream.

  Jemma cried out. She gripped his arms to hold herself up. Her head was flung back and her eyes closed. Ryan watched the intense pleasure pass over her face. Her legs opened wider, giving him better access.

  The thong was torn in two and thrown onto the pile of discarded clothing. A small smattering of curls covered her pussy.

  “Fuck me, Ryan,” she said, begging him.

  Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pressed her against the wall. He cupped his throbbing cock, and ran the tip through her creamy cunt, lubricating his dick with her natural essence.

  Pressing the large mushroom tip to her entrance, he pressed inside her, slowly. He was large, and he didn’t want to hurt her. When he was inside her enough so he didn’t have to guide his cock, he moved his arms, wrapping them around her. Pressing her back to the wall, he looked deep into her eyes. He saw something shining within her dark eyes. He tensed and thrust deep inside her pussy. After the birth of three children she was still tight, and her abundant curves drove him crazy. Her cunt sucked him deep and tightened around him.

  “Harder, Ryan,” she said. She tugged on his hair, exposing his neck, and she bit down, branding him the way he’d done to her.

  There was no stopping the fire in his blood. He fucked her hard and fast.

  Chapter Seven

  Jemma didn’t know what came over her. All that mattered was being with Ryan. Getting her clothes off and being wanted again.

  His dick pressed inside her, expanding unused muscles creating a delightful friction. Jemma begged him to fuck her. She wanted all of his hard, thick cock inside her to have him explode, and to know she caused it.

  Jemma tightened her legs around his waist, holding onto him. Her nails sank into his hair, and she kissed him. Her tongue thrust between his lips tasting his morning coffee. They moaned as their bodies joined together, the fucking brutal and desperate. Ryan braced her against the wall, his hands pressing either side of her head as he fucked her. Jemma held on, her head falling back as his lips moved down to suck on each of her nipples.

  “You feel so damn good.” He groaned, and she tightened her pussy with each thrust. Jemma was so wet. Considering the snow was outside with subzero temperatures, Jemma was sweating and Ryan as well.

  “Harder, Ryan, fuck me harder,” she said, begging.

  Growling, Ryan grabbed her by the waist and took her to the carpeted floor. Jemma held on as he positioned himself between her legs. She watched the glorious shiny length of his cock seat at her entrance and thrust all the way home. Jemma arched off the floor. Her pulse racing his dick filled her body.

  Their moans, groans, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the silence.

  “I want more,” he said.

  Jemma cried out as he left her. He flipped her onto her knees, and in one smooth thrust entered her from behind. The angle rubbed against her G-spot making her climax instantly. She screamed and fisted her hands in the carpet.

  “That’s it, baby, scream for me.” He held her as he fucked her hard and fast, his hand going to stroke her clit. Jemma could do nothing as her body became a minefield of pure, unadulterated bliss.

  Jemma became a mass of nerves as with a few final thrusts he cried out in release. She couldn’t believe the power of his eruption inside her body.

  They collapsed in a heap. She was exhausted, shocked, and scared. Their entrance into passion had opened up raw and angry sex, and so much more.

  With her heart beating rapidly in her chest, Jemma turned to see Ryan collapsed with his arm over his eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  Jemma frowned, unsure what he had to be sorry about. He turned to face her, and she saw the tears in his eyes.

  She wasn’t used to seeing a man cry. She leaned over and wiped them off his face.

  “What’s the matter? Was I awful?” It had been over a year and a half since she last had sex, and she wondered if she was so terrible to leave a man in tears.

  His hand came up and cupped her cheek, his thumb running along her bottom lip. Jemma bit his thumb playfully teasing him.

  “I love you so much, and I’m sorry.”

  She leaned over his huge body to give him a kiss on the lips, not a hardship with all those wonderful muscles. She stroked his cheek and smiled.

  “What do you have to be sorry about?” Jemma couldn’t understand. Being with him, trusting him with her body, had been a momentous occasion for her. She had enjoyed it, and didn’t regret it, not for a second.

  “I forgot to use a condom.” He whispered the words that filled her with the most dread.

  Jemma recoiled from him and ran for the shower.

  Chapter Eight

  Ryan watched her leave and didn’t bother stopping her. He was such a jackass for not thinking about a rubber. Whenever he was around Jemma he never thought about much at all.

  He knew, damn it, he knew she didn’t want more children. Jemma wanted to be able to go to work and have a life of her own without worrying about the demands of her family. Simon had told him about their argument when she’d gotten pregnant with Sean. Jemma had struggled so much during her last pregnancy, being forced on bed rest even though she had a family to run. With Simon being in the car accident, which in turn had lost her, her husband, she’d been forced to take over every single role in the household, and Ryan had tried to help.

  Having a baby right now would just mess everything she’d worked towards. Ryan knew that.

  He loved her with all of his heart, and he wouldn’t dream of forcing something like this on her.

  Ryan picked up their discarded clothes and wandered to the washing machine. After he placed them all on a quick rinse he glanced upstairs and went in search of the shower. She stood under the wa
ter. Her naked body was wet and beautiful. He saw some stretch marks on her tummy, but, instead of being repulsed like some men would be, he found them a pleasure. The marks highlighted her as a woman.

  Ryan looked at her face, and she stared into nothing.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said, moving further into the room. Her head shot up, and her eyes connected with his. Ryan was shocked when she didn’t appear to be angry or upset but instead intrigued.

  Not understanding what the look meant or even hoping for more, Ryan moved into the shower cupping her cheeks in his warm hands.

  “I know you didn’t want Sean.” He pressed a finger to her lips so she wouldn’t interrupt what he was about to say. “I know you love Sean and always will, but Simon told me about your argument. I understand.” Ryan stopped to take the time to really look at her, to try to work out what was going on in her head.

  “You want a life as well. Simon wanted you to be his, and you’ve been a wife and a mother for so long, you don’t know who Jemma really is.” He heard her sob. Closing his eyes against the wave of pain as her hands covered his, he waited for her to say the words he dreaded.

  “Don’t say anymore. Please, Ryan, don’t. You don’t need to say anything, and if I’m pregnant, I’m going to keep it,” she said.

  Before she could say anything else, he kissed her.

  Ryan didn’t know what to do, but the tears were flowing and even though it was cutting him up inside, he knew he would do whatever Jemma wanted to make her happy.

  Her hands covered his, and she pulled them from her face and looked at them as they lay in hers.

  “Ryan, I’ve been so unfair to you. You’re the best man a woman could ever wish for.” Putting her hand up against his lips to stop him from talking, Jemma continued. “When I got pregnant with Sean, I’d enrolled in a cooking course at the local school. Simon knew how much I wanted to do the course, and the doctor had warned us to slow down. My body wouldn’t be able to cope with another pregnancy so close together. I love Sean and I loved Simon, but being with you and the children these past few weeks, it has made me realize what I want to be and not even knowing it. I want to be a mom. I want to be a wife, and to have a husband to look after. I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and it has taken you being so wonderful to even realize it.” Jemma stopped to lick her lips and gain her thoughts.

  Ryan refused to talk. He watched and listened as she took one of his hands and pressed it against her stomach. The most unbelievable sensation overcame him.

  Right now in this moment his seed could be creating a baby, a beautiful gift of life and love.

  Ryan looked into her eyes, and his heart constricted in his chest. For the first time he saw the love shining with her gaze. It was like his Christmas wish was finally coming true.

  “I wouldn’t dream of destroying a life, Ryan. If I’m pregnant, I’ll be having this baby, and you’d better make an honest woman out of me.”

  Ryan cut her off as his lips descended on hers. His kiss highlighted his passion and the love he’d always had glowing in his heart.

  “I love you. I love you so much,” he said in between lustful kisses.

  “I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve broken into here and stolen my heart.” Jemma pressed a hand against her chest and smiled up at him with tears streaming down her face. “I love you. Ryan.”

  Ryan didn’t care how it had happened or what had occurred to change her feelings. He was so happy and joyous to have been given the gift of her love.

  ****

  Jemma was so happy, her love so real, and secure in his arms. Ryan had sacrificed his own happiness for Simon, and she couldn’t begin to imagine the pain he must have been in while she’d been married to his best friend. He’d never once turned his back on her, and he’d shown her in the past year that he truly did love her. Her wish for a life outside of the home had come first to him, and he’d been willing to put his life on hold for her. How could any woman not fall in love with such a man?

  She loved Simon and would always have a part of her heart labeled with his name, but it was time to move on. Ryan pressed her against the tiled wall, his cock making his presence known. “I want you again.” He groaned as he thrust forward.

  “Then have me.” She bit his neck, her hand going between his legs to stroke his hardening length. Jemma ran her thumb along the tip, stroking his pre-cum around the head of his cock.

  “Fuck!” He cursed as she massaged the droplet around his swollen mushroom head.

  Jemma took his hand and placed it over her pussy. She opened her legs wide for him to touch her.

  Her clit, swollen between her legs, was begging to be stroked, her body craving the attention, it had been long denied.

  “I want your hard cock inside me,” she said, crying out as two of his fingers pressed to her clit creating a shockwave of sensation.

  “You’ll have me.” He teased her, bringing her to the brink and back again before pressing her in the far corner. Ryan lifted her up, positioning his thick dick near her dripping pussy. “Put me inside you,” he ordered her.

  Jemma moved her hand, feeling the pulsing length of him in her fist. She was excited at having him inside her again. Moving his cock through her wet slit, she placed him at her entrance then up to her aching clit and back down again. When Jemma couldn’t last much longer and Ryan was shaking on his feet, she fed him to her greedy cunt and waited until with one thrust, Ryan was embedded inside her.

  He was so long and thick that he touched everywhere inside her. Jemma was stretched and loving it.

  They fucked in the shower, their passion coming through as they learned more about what they liked. Jemma loved having her nipples sucked and nipped while Ryan growled every time she grabbed his ass. When Ryan couldn’t handle the shower anymore, he turned the tap off and carried her through to his bedroom. They were still connected with his cock inside her as they collapsed on his bed.

  “I’m going to love every square inch of you now.”

  And he did. No part of Jemma was left untouched, her face, her breasts, her belly, and each of her stretchmarks. He kissed her pussy, clit, and down to her feet before moving all the way back up. He loved every single little part of her. They opened up and allowed themselves to love with complete abandon.

  “I think life is about to get really good,” she said.

  They curled up on the bed, letting time to drift by as they loved.

  Chapter Nine

  “Do you think the kids will like us being together?” Ryan asked for the hundredth time as they walked down the road to pick the three children up. It was dark, and the snow covered the ground. Some families were outside making snowmen while others were having a snowball fight.

  Jemma couldn’t help but laugh at Ryan’s concern. They’d spent the entire afternoon making love. “They adore you, and I think they’ll love it.” Jemma linked her arm with his as they knocked on the door to Mr. and Mrs. Stein’s house.

  They were delighted with the news, and the kids were happy to have Ryan as part of their family. They stayed for hot chocolate and mince pies before walking back to their own home.

  As the day moved into Christmas Eve and the fair began, Ryan and Jemma began their lives as a couple, making sure the children could handle their newfound relationship together.

  Billy couldn’t be happier. He loved the prospect of having another father and his family being together again. Megan was just happy, and Sean didn’t say much, but he always loved being held by Ryan. Everyone in their local town appeared pleased when seeing the happy couple together. It was like a scene out of a movie, magical, wonderful, and everything Christmas should be.

  Finally on Christmas morning the three children woke them, excited at the prospect of Santa visiting.

  “I’ve got lots of presents. I know I have. I’ve been extra good this year.” Billy shouted as he ran downstairs. Ryan carried Megan, and Jemma carried Sean. The younger children were still a little disorient
ed at being woken up early.

  Turning on the lights, Jemma put the heating on and the kettle. As soon as they were ready and the tree in the sitting room was alight, Megan and Sean grew alert as the sea of presents greeted them.

  “He’s been. He’s been. I want it all.” Billy’s excitement could be heard throughout the house.

  Laughing, Jemma and Ryan dished out presents to all of the children. Jemma couldn’t help the joy blossoming in her heart as she saw her family together. For the second time she said a prayer and thanked Simon from the bottom of her heart, not just for three wonderful children but for the love Ryan blessed her with. After reading more of his diary, she was beginning to understand the love and friendship between the two men.

  Slowly, Jemma was learning to accept her love for two completely different men.

  “Santa is the best!” Megan shouted over the noise of the wrapping paper. As to be expected, Sean was more interested in the wrapping paper than the actual gifts.

  ****

  Ryan glanced over the heads of the children and met the eyes of the woman he loved. He smiled and moved past them sitting beside her on the sofa. Leaning over her kissed her. “Merry Christmas, Jemma.” He pulled away seeing her eyes closed he took her lips again. The world and the noise melted away.

  “Merry Christmas, Ryan,” she said, cupping the back of his head.

  “Ew, that is so gross. Uncle Ryan is kissing Mommy.” Billy broke into their moment, his comment causing both the adults to laugh.

  “One day, you won’t find it gross.” Ryan lifted the boy onto his knee.

  They were immersed in the rest of the presents and then the tidying up. Once the children were safely playing with the television playing in the background, they finally got to finish their moment in the kitchen. Ryan pushed her against the wall.

  “I want to fuck you right now. Please, tell me we can?” He begged, already knowing the answer.

  “Not the best of ideas unless you want to start telling Billy and Megan about the birds and the bees. Could be quite the conversation? I might learn something.” She teased him, rubbing against his thick shaft, trying to break through the denim of his jeans.