by Dee Ellis
Malcolm
Two Years Later
Watching my wife surrounded by wrapping paper warms me as nothing else does.
Well, nothing else besides being inside her, of course. That will come soon. Watching her full tits bounce in her tiny sweater and knowing she has no panties on beneath her little skirt—I know because I ripped them off hours ago before I bent her over the counter—is driving me mad.
Seems waiting so long to have her made me insatiable for her.
It has to wait because we are in the midst of our second Christmas. Every year, we wake up and have our Christmas together—exchanging gifts with one another, making love beneath the tree, and drinking cocoa with way too many marshmallows—and then we invite our friends over to celebrate.
Our first holiday together was special and romantic but it was not perfect. Even though I could not bear the idea of her leaving once I brought her to our home, it was hard living with another woman after my wife. It was harder waking up on another Christmas without the family I thought I would have.
Noel let me be sullen and sad, but not for long—she slowly brought me back to life again and back to her.
Having her here with me during my dark times makes them not as dark. Her light and spirit fills my life with faith and joy. I want to keep her happy and hopeful no matter what it takes. Mostly because she makes me happier than I ever dreamt I could be again.
Those first weeks together were full of moments I will never forget. Moments where we wondered if we had rushed this thing and moments where had not come together soon enough. I knew her and she knew me and even if we fell in love from afar—me watching her do her magic at Mistletoe and her ignoring my demands to stop that magic and close up shop—it is as pure and real a love as I have ever known.
Last year, the last gift she gave me was new ornaments. Ones she had made with my wife and son’s names on them and their birthdates. Not their death dates because she says they live on in my heart. It was beautiful and perfect and when she hung those ornaments with ones she hangs every year at her parent’s tree, I knew I would love her forever.
I gifted her with the deed to that cute corner building where she runs Mistletoe, because her brand of magic is needed and I refuse to ever take it from her. It opens on the first day of fall and closes on the last day of winter but she gives enough joy and magic that lasts the whole year.
We got married before the New Year and spent every moment her store was closed traveling the world. I even took her to Boston to meet my family, and we celebrated Christmas in July with them.
“I am so glad you found her, Malcolm,” my former father-in-law had beamed at me as he watched my family welcome her.
“I found her because your daughter loved life enough to leave me a way to find her. I almost did nothing about how I felt about her, because I loved Celeste so much, I thought I owed her that,” tears had filled both our eyes as we stood together and shared a moment of grief.
“Life happens how it is meant to happen, even the bad. You gave my daughter a good life. She was loved until the last moment. We both know she did wouldn’t want you to stop your life for her or see you so miserable on Christmas especially—it was her favorite time of the year,” he had said nothing but truth and embraced me before he went to meet my new wife.
Last winter, we went to Boston again before coming home to start what is now our tradition of two Christmas celebrations. Slowly but surely, I have grown to love the holiday again, and it’s all because of how much she loves it and how much I love giving to her, to our friends, and to this town.
“Where did you go to my husband?”
Blinking when Noel’s sweet voice calls to me, I set my mug of cocoa aside as she comes to sit at my lap. Beaming down at me, she flips her skirt up just a little so she can rest her hot sex against my dick. With a wiggle of her hips and a soft little moan, she lets me know she wants to play as her fingers toy with my beard. My always-frisky filthy little angel makes me feel young again.
“Right here, Little Angel. Just reminiscing on our holidays together,” I grin as I reply and kiss her cherry red lips.
“I love our holiday memories,” she sits sideways, wiggling her ass to rub against my shaft, “especially the ones beneath the tree,” her voice turns to a raspy moan as I slip my hand up her thigh to brush my fingers over her wet pussy.
“Behave, wife. Our friends are here but you know I will fuck you right here, even they can hear how good I make you come,” I warn her as I slip my fingers inside her and watch her face go soft the way it only does for me.
One of our friends—her friend Edgar from Grinds, the best coffee shop in town—laughs as his boyfriend opens a gift Noel got him. I take the chance to pump my fingers into her, watching her moan softly as she pushes into me, fucking my hand. My thumb flicks over her clit and she starts to shake so I take my hand away, punishing her for taunting me.
“Noel, it’s ridiculous, I love it,” Edgar shouts as his boyfriend holds up the ugly holiday sweater she got for him.
“It lights up!” she shouts as she snatches my hand to bring my fingers to her lips.
Tracing their shape with the sticky tips of my fingers, she smiles when I groan. Leaning down, she licks my mouth and then kisses me with her taste coating her own lips. I slip my tongue into her mouth and my fingers back into her tight cunt as she moans softly.
“Don’t you come with our friends here,” I growl against her mouth even as I fuck my fingers into her tightness, “your pleasure is just for me, Little Angel.”
“It is not my fault I am so needy for you,” she pants as she licks at my mouth and twists her hips, “you made me this way, baby,” she giggles as she rocks against my hand, chasing the orgasm I just told her she can’t have yet.
Refusing to let her come within earshot of all of our friends—really half the damn town are her friends but some of the shop owners and some of my old friends from Boston come to our celebrations now—I rub at her clit then pull my hand away again. I might have taunted that I would let her come so they could hear it but no way in hell anyone else gets that privilege.
“Go open your presents, Little Angel. I like to watch you get the things you want,” I tease her gently, kissing her before I start to move her from my lap.
“What is it you want, my sullen but sexy Santa? Tell me what you want most in the world,” her voice goes dreamy and soft as her sexy minx act fades for a moment.
“Two holidays ago, I got just what I wanted most. I got you.”
“There is nothing else in the world you want?” she presses as she focuses on me that way she does that makes the twinkling lights, the falling snow, our family and friends’ laughter, and the carols totally fade away.
There is of course one more thing I want. I want a family with her. Not the family I lost because she has helped me let them go but still love them. I want to see her round with my child and share her magic with her own little angel. For two years, I hoped she would tell me we were starting our family at last but never once in those two years did I mind that it hadn’t happened yet.
“Someone told me that you want another angel,” she takes my left hand and places it over her soft belly, “and someone told me that enough magic happened at last that I get to give you that angel. I am pregnant, husband.”
All at once I can see the blinking lights and hear the music and almost feel the snow falling outside hitting my skin and stealing my breath.
Pregnant. My sweet and sinful Little Angel is pregnant!
“Christ.... do you mean it?” I mutter even though I know without a doubt that she does.
“I mean it, baby. Doctor confirmed it for me this week, but I waited for tonight to tell you. We are really going to be a family, Malcolm.”
Gazing up at the woman I love, I am so thankful I came to Snowden to try to connect with my first wife. I would never have found Noel if I had not come here to get over my grief. Coming here gave me closure over losing my family a
nd a chance to start another one.
Flicking my gaze past her at our friends and family, I know how blessed we are. To find love together and to build our family—not just with this baby but with our friends who have come to mean so much to us and the family I finally connected with again—we are so lucky to have all that we do.
Coming to Snowden helped me find love and life again.
Christmas here gave us magic and Mistletoe gave me Noel.
Noel’s magic gave me life, love, and a family I cannot wait to share Christmas day with.
No more sullen Santa here—her Mistletoe Magic made me a happy husband and a merry daddy.
The End
About the Author
Born and raised in the Midwest, reading and writing have always been Dee’s passion. Short stories became long stories that finally, became books.
While playing grownup during the day, meaning working a job, Dee wrote her first book. When not reading or writing, which leaves less time than she’s proud of, Dee loves spending her time with her furbabies, her husband and lots of movies night
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