His Christmas Pixie

by Darlene Tallman

  I’m in heaven he thought as he watched her through hooded eyes. He wanted to take over but instinctively knew that she needed to do this and he silently cursed Jason for his ineptitude even as he thanked the heavens that he was going to be teaching her about all things pleasurable. Shifting slightly to his side, he brought her back down careful not to break her connection with his straining cock and he captured her lips in a passion-filled kiss.

  Heaven she thought as he continued to kiss her while his hands moved to remove the rest of her pajamas. When they were both lying there naked, he looked at her and seeing the worry in her eyes, he said, “Pixie, you’re beautiful. You’ll be beautiful when we are old and gray and gravity has taken over.”

  He traced the silvery stretch marks that she had on her hips, marveling again at the strength she had, and then leaned down and traced them with his tongue. Hearing her indrawn breath, he smiled against her skin as he said, “Pixie-girl, you are intoxicating me. Let me get a taste.”

  Holy hell in a handbasket she thought as he maneuvered so he was between her thighs. Jason had never…and then she stopped thinking and started feeling. His hands, his lips, his tongue-all were stroking her there and she felt like she was soaring through the sky. “Mack,” she moaned.

  He continued his gentle assault on her knowing it had been a long time and that she had likely never had any pleasure. Feeling her body react to what he was doing, hearing her soft moans and mewls, he knew it wasn’t going to be long before she shattered.

  Minutes. Hours. Days. She lost track of time as he brought her body to a fevered pitch. Feeling as if she were going to fall over a cliff, she cried out and heard him say, “Come for me, Pixie-girl,” before she shattered in a million pieces.

  ***

  He let her ride out her orgasm and when he felt the tremors start to subside, he made his way back up her body, nipping, kissing and stroking, until he captured her lips in his once again. He could taste the salt from tears she didn’t know were falling, and he made quick work rolling on the condom. “You ready, Pixie-girl?” he asked as he ran his cock through the wetness at her thighs.

  “Mmhmm,” she answered, looking at him through hooded eyes.

  As he slowly entered and filled her, he kept her eyes. He saw the slight flare as he slowly entered her and leaned his forehead against hers. “You okay, Pixie?” he panted out.

  “Better than okay, Mack. Feels so good,” she replied.

  Fully seated, he moaned. “So warm and tight, my Pixie-girl. Feels like I’ve come home.”

  She marveled at how he filled and stretched her. Not like she was an expert, but he seemed above average and the feeling of fullness permeated her down to the bones. Moving slightly, she moaned when he captured one of her legs and put it around his hips before he began to pull back.

  With both legs now wrapped around his hips and waist, she moaned as he began moving, setting a steady pace that was intoxicating. He leaned down and began kissing her, mimicking with his lips and tongue what he was doing to her with his cock.

  As the fire continued to burn, they continued the dance older than time. Sweat began to glisten on their bodies and he increased his rhythm. Moans and pants filled the air and she could feel herself climbing once again toward that cliff. “Mack!” she cried out as her orgasm overtook her. As she was riding it out, she felt him stiffen above her before he called out her name as he captured her lips once again.

  ***

  He had gotten up and taken care of the condom and found a cloth that he warmed before he cleaned her up. Now laying in his arms, sated and a bit sleepy, she ran her fingers idly across his chest before saying, “Wow. I’ve got no other words besides that.”

  He chuckled lightly before placing a kiss on her forehead. “That sums it up for me as well, Pixie.”

  “I didn’t…I mean…I never realized it could be that good,” she finally said.

  “It’s never been that good for me either,” he told her. “Not gonna lie and say I’ve been a monk, because I haven’t, but it’s pretty much always been a means to an end. I’ve never felt for anyone what I’m feeling for you, my Pixie-girl, and if I feel like this in just a few short days, I’m looking forward to seeing what the future holds.”

  “Well, you know my history, so you know it’s never been like that for me,” she said.

  “I know and I gotta be honest when I say I’m looking forward to showing you more.”

  More? Holy shit. She had hit the mother-freaking lottery she thought in wonder. “I think I’m going to enjoy that quite a bit.”

  He chuckled then said, “Pixie-girl, as much as I want to lay here with you naked in my arms, since we have no power, think we both need to get dressed again, then I’m going to put some more wood on the fire.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Christmas Eve

  What a week she thought. They had been snowed in for three days, pretty much shutting the town down. Mack had taken her in to town so she could help at the diner with the people who had been stuck with no way home. He had even helped in the kitchen while she took care of the customers. And the nights? She blushed thinking of all the ways he had made love to her already. He was everything she never knew she needed-kind, compassionate, passionate, loving-she felt desired, cherished and dare she even think it? Loved. And he adored Jade, showering the little girl with affection. She sighed with happiness as she worked to finish Jade’s birthday cake. Everyone would be there in a few hours for dinner and cake before they headed off to midnight mass. And because of the “big reveal of the playroom”, they were going to have a house full of people-Mom and Dad, Derek, Aaron, and Mack were all staying the night. Blessed. That one word kept running through her mind.

  Hearing a noise, she turned and saw Pam coming through the door, cheeks rosy from the cold wintery day. “Hey you! Are you ready with our earplugs for tomorrow morning?” her friend asked as she brought in drinks and stuff for Christmas morning breakfast. Dad had insisted on providing dinner so that they could enjoy the party and she wasn’t going to argue.

  “Ha! Smartass. Guess your new man has brought that out to the forefront, yeah?”

  “Whatevs. Hey, what do you think of the cake?”

  Pam looked at it and marveled at the hidden talents of her friend. “Girl, it almost looks too good to eat!”

  “I hope she likes it.”

  “I think she’ll love it!”

  “Okay, I have a few more things to get wrapped and then I have to get ready. You good here?”

  “Yeah, I’ve got this, you go do what you have to do.”

  Giving Pam a quick hug, she hurried off to her room. With Mack around, it had been challenging to finish his gift and it had finally dried so she could get it wrapped. I can’t wait to cuddle with him under this she thought as she looked over the cable stitched afghan. Gathering her wrapping tools, she set about getting the afghan wrapped along with a few other items, then got them under the tree. Looking around the family room, her face flushed thinking of the week prior. She turned the tree lights on and sighed at how pretty it looked-they let the girls help every year and Mom had started a tradition when Jade and Sophie were born of giving them each a unique ornament for the Christmas tree. Seeing the years of love displayed so prominently on the tree had her smiling at the memories each evoked. Again the word blessed rolled through her soul.

  Warm arms wrapped around her and a husky voice rasped in her ear, “Hey my Pixie-girl. I think this is my favorite room after last week.”

  Turning, she looked up into the eyes of the man who had captured her heart. Who cared if it was “too soon”? She leaned up and gave him a kiss before saying, “Mine too, Mack.”

  “So what do you need help with?”

  “Well, I’ve got the cake done and the dining room decorated, the last minute gifts have been wrapped, and Sam sent dinner with Pam, so the only thing I have left is to take a shower and get ready,” she replied.

  “I think I can help you with t
hat, Pixie-girl,” he said as he led her to her room.

  ***

  Two hours later, sated and relaxed, they waited for everyone to show up. Hearing car doors slamming had her getting up and going to the door, only to burst out laughing. Seemed that the birthday girl had gotten a bouquet of balloons and they were attempting to defeat her as she carried them into the house.

  “Momma! Look what Grandpa got me!”

  “They’re beautiful, sweetie. Here let me take them and I’ll have Mack tie them up someplace safe, okay?”

  “Okay, Momma.”

  As the adults came in with steaming pans filled with pasta, garlic bread, and salad, she started getting the plates put together. Soon, everyone was sitting down and enjoying baked ziti, one of Jade’s favorite foods. “Momma, when are we doing cake?”

  “Once we’re done with dinner and have it cleaned up, we will do your presents and then cake, how’s that?”

  “That might be a good idea, Momma, because I’m kind of full.”

  Laughter broke out around the table at the earnest look on the little girl’s face. “Mr. Mack, before I open up my presents, can you give Momma her ‘prise?”

  Chessie looked over at Mack and saw the slight blush cover his cheeks. “Yeah, Sprite, we can do that if you’re sure?”

  “Oh yes, it was one of my birthday and Christmas wishes!”

  Chessie raised her eyebrows at Mack and mouthed, “What did you do?”

  He just smiled and wouldn’t answer.

  ***

  Dinner finished, they all gathered in the family room, Jade going over to sit by Mack. As the room quietened, Chessie found him on one knee in front of her and her heart stopped. “Mack? What…what are you doing?”

  Opening up the small velvet box he had pulled from his pocket, he said, “With this ring, I’m promising you some things, Pixie-girl. I promise that, when the time is right, I will be asking you to marry me. I promise that I will love, cherish and adore you until my last breath. I promise that I will love Jade as my own, and work to give her brothers and sisters. I promise that I will always take care of you. I promise that you’ll be the first person I see in the morning and the last thing I think about after kissing you goodnight. I promise to never change the essence of you. I promise to bring you chocolate, flowers and wine on those days of the month when you need them most. And I promise you that the desire burning in me will only grow stronger. Will you wear my ring?”

  By now, Chessie had tears rolling silently down her face. This man had come into her life two short weeks ago and turned her world upside down. She knew, to her bones, that he was a good, solid man and that everything he had just said was already engraved on his heart. For her. For her! Reaching out and sliding her hand along his jaw, she softly said, “Yes. I don’t care if people think it’s too soon. I felt the attraction to you that very first day and believe that you’ll keep every one of those promises. Now, I have a few promises of my own for you, Mack. I promise you that I’ll always be by your side as your partner, lover and helpmate. I promise to love you until my last breath. I promise to help you fill our home with laughter and love and children. I promise to never take what we have for granted, but to nurture it so it continues to grow.”

  Hearing her words, Mack crushed her to him and, reaching up he threaded one hand into her hair while the other stroked her cheek before he claimed her lips. Love, passion, desire – it was all evident in how he worshipped her lips with his own.

  Epilogue – Two Years Later

  New Year’s Eve

  As she waited for her husband to get home, a secret smile played on her lips. Today was their first anniversary and they were celebrating it privately before they went to a party down at the diner. She looked around at her home-their home-and marveled at the renovations he had made. The house was a home in every sense of the word and filled with love and laughter and hope. Going into the family room and sitting back down, she was gazing at the Christmas tree when she felt his presence right before he slipped his arms around her shoulder and leaned in to whisper, “Hey, Pixie-girl.”

  She turned in his arms so she could kiss him hello. As was typical with them, a quick kiss quickly heated up and she found herself breathless and anxious to start the anniversary festivities. “Handsome, you keep that up and we’ll be under the Christmas tree.”

  “And that’s a problem how?”

  Laughing, she looked at him and replied, “Actually, it’s not since we’re here alone. Jade went with Mom down to the diner to “decorate” so we’ve got a few hours for just us, if you’re interested.”

  If he was interested he thought. There wasn’t a time in the day that he wasn’t interested in loving on his wife. Reaching for her hand, he drew them over to the Christmas tree and started laughing when he saw that the air mattress was already there waiting for them. Laying down with his wife, he faced her and placed a soft kiss on her nose.

  “Uh, Mack? I’ve got another Christmas gift for you. I know it’s a week late but…”

  Curious, he raised up and looked closely at her and could see her eyes sparkling. “What is it, Pixie-girl?”

  She reached into her pocket and drew out a long thin box and handed it to him. Holding her breath, she watched him open it and stare at the contents. When he finally looked at her, there was wonder on his face as he said, “Pixie-girl? We’re going to have a baby?”

  “Yes, handsome, we are. Merry Christmas and Happy Anniversary.”

  Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her gently before whispering, “Happy Anniversary, Pixie-girl. I love you now and forever.”

  Merry Christmas! May your holiday season be blessed beyond measure!

  About the Author

  Darlene is a transplanted Yankee, moving from upstate New York when she was a teenager. She lives with the brat-cat pack and a small muffin dog, all rescues, as she plots and plans who will get to “talk” next!

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