“Fuck,” I grimaced. “I can’t believe I came in my pants. If I can’t control it now, how the fuck will I have enough stamina the first time my cock is gloved in your tight little pussy. It’s not like I have anything to compare it to.”
Holly’s eyes flew to mine and a smile began to grow. “You don’t? You’re a—I mean, you waited for me?”
I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand from her panties. “Of course I did, Holly Berry. I wouldn’t let another woman touch what was yours.” Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I hesitated and looked back down at her sternly. “I won’t love you any less, but I really fucking hope your cherry is still mine.” She nodded, and I sighed happily before licking my fingers clean. “Mmmmm, you taste amazing. I need to have my mouth on you.” I dipped my fingers inside her again before bringing them back to my mouth and sucking her arousal off of them.
But, before I put my face or cock in her pussy, there was something I wanted. I got up onto my knees, and straddled her, then whipped her shirt over her head before she knew what was happening. “So fucking sexy,” I said raggedly. Her generous tits were round and mouthwatering, topped with dark pink nipples. I’d seen her tits before, but those belonged to a teenager, these belonged to a woman.
Her arms moved to cover her chest and I caught them swiftly, holding them apart. “Don’t hide from me, Holly Berry,” I purred. “I don’t see a single inch of you that isn’t perfection.” Her arms went limp, and I let them fall to her sides. Her cheeks were a sweet shade of pink, but she didn’t try to cover up again.
I reached down to retrieve the last two gifts from the bag and then sat back on my heels. I set one on her chest, in the valley between her tits, and grinned. “Makes me want to wrap you up like a present, just so I can open it.”
“Something to look forward to later?’” she asked cheekily.
“Fuck, yes!” I tweaked her nipple and she laughed, smacking my hand away. She started to grab the box on her chest, but I took her hand. “Not yet, this one first.”
I took the small box and scooted back, helping her sit up because this gift was a little bigger and weighed more. She took the package and set it in her lap before opening it. Inside was a porcelain plate that said Santa’s Cookies, a milk jug that said Santa’s Milk, and a small bowl that said Reindeer Treats.
Holly’s dark eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. “It’s so charming.”
I kissed the tip of her nose and told her, “I know the cookies and milk are a big tradition for you and I want to continue it with our own children.”
“Our children?”
I gestured to the plate. “I guess that depends on your answer.”
Confused, Holly frowned and looked back down at the plate. Her eyebrows lifted and she gasped, her hand covering her mouth. The center of the plate was a chalk board for kids to write a message to Santa. It currently said Will You Marry Me?
I put the remaining box on the plate. She glanced up at me with tears in her eyes and then ripped open the gift. Inside was a platinum band, adorned with a two carat, round diamond, and on either side it was flanked by a cluster of three tiny round rubies and an emerald shaped like a leaf. It was cheesy, but I didn’t care. When I thought about my ring on her finger, it was all I could see.
“Jacob,” she sniffled, “I love it.” Her eyes lifted to mine and they were filled with happiness, soothing the worry that had popped up with her tears.
“So?” I asked eagerly.
She jumped to her feet and set the dishes aside, then climbed back on the couch and straddled me. Her arms encircled my neck and she squeezed me to her. “Yes!” she yelled. “I’m going to marry Jacob Marley!”
I laughed and hugged her close, then set her back so I could slip the ring onto her finger. “This,” I whispered, tenderly kissing my ring on her finger. “This is what I was waiting for.”
Holding her firmly, I stood and walked with her to the back of the house. She directed me to her old room, which she had thankfully updated with a queen size bed instead of her old twin.
I laid her down on the mattress, and then drew her panties down her legs so she was completely naked. “I wanted to wait to make love to you until you were wearing my ring.” I shed my clothes and leaned over to cage her between my arms. “Now you’re going to be mine in every way, Holly. I’m going to pop your sweet little cherry and make you come so hard you see stars.” I began to kiss my way down her body and mumbled, “First, I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
I placed a kiss over her pubic bone, and then stood and walked around to the end of the bed. Grabbing her ankles, I dragged her to me until her ass was almost hanging off, then knelt between them and put a leg on each of my shoulders.
“Damn, you smell good,” I groaned, practically burying my nose in her smoothly waxed pussy. “So pink and wet. Do you want my tongue inside you, baby? Will you give me more cream to lick and taste?” Talking dirty had always made Holly squirm, and it was definitely turning her on. Just from talking, she was gushing out sweet liquid and I enthusiastically lapped it up. It fueled my lust too, and I was dripping with my need. I reached down to squeeze the base of my dick, trying to relieve some of the building pressure.
I put my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy to my face, putting it at the right angle so I could take the whole thing in my mouth and suck. Then I swirled my tongue around before plunging it inside her.
“Ah! Ah! Jacob! Yes!” she cried out, her hips starting to buck rhythmically, chasing her orgasm. I fed on her sex, eating her like a starving man until she screamed my name and her body convulsed.
I gentled my ministrations until she calmed, but didn’t give her time to rest before pushing a single digit inside her. “Fuck! You’re so tight,” I growled. Shit. I was going to need to work her, make sure she stretched to fit my considerable girth. I latched onto her clit again and started plunging my finger in and out.
“No, Jacob,” she whined. “I can’t—oh! Oh my gosh!”
“You have to, baby. To make sure you can take my cock.” I inserted a second finger and glided a hand up her body to play with one of her nipples. Her cries escalated and I added a third. She was still gripping my fingers like a fucking vice, but I was pretty sure that if she came again, she’d be ready for me.
I pushed her higher and she began to chant, “Yes! Ah! Ah! Jacob!” It was hot as fuck and my dick was big and hard, the skin stretched tight and the head purple and leaking thick, creamy liquid. I needed to get in her soon.
I curled my fingers to rub the sensitive spot inside her and bit on her clit. She flew apart and as she was lost to her orgasm, I shifted her back to the center of the bed and came down over the top of her. I guided the head of my cock to her entrance and pushed in just a little. Her walls clamped down, and I took several deep breaths in an effort to keep from blowing my load that very second.
Holly’s arms gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin, and her legs closed around my hips. “You’re so big, stretching me.”
I paused. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head frantically. “It feels good, like I’m full. I love the idea of being full of you.”
“That is so fucking hot, Holly. You’re going to make me come before I’m ready,” I growled. I pushed in until I felt the barrier between me and heaven. “I love that you never let anyone near this pussy but me. Are you ready for me to take your sweet cherry, baby?”
“Yes!” Her hips pressed up, snapping my restraint, and I plunged in fast and hard. She cried out and I stilled, every part of me rejecting the idea that I hurt her. Except maybe my cock, he didn’t really give a fuck.
“Are you okay?”
She panted for a few moments, then shifted experimentally before nodding. “Yeah, the pain is almost gone. I think—I want you to move.”
“Whatever you want, baby. That’s what you’ll get.”
I pulled out and sunk back in with a ragged moan. “You’re so fucking hot, so tig
ht.” I looked down as I pulled out again and growled in satisfaction at our mixed arousal tinged with pink. “Seeing you all over me, with the evidence that I’m the one who took your cherry. I own you. Right, baby?”
“Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours!”
“That’s right, Holly. This pussy is mine, just like every inch of you is all mine. Nobody else gets to touch you. Only me.”
Holly froze and her head lifted, her brown eyes staring at me wildly. “What did you say?”
I frowned. “You better not be rethinking your decision, Holly.” I punctuated my point with a deep, hard thrust.
“No,” she moaned, her head dropping back. “I just, I dreamt—never mind. Just fuck me harder, Jacob.”
Well, shit. Hearing my girl get filthy blew my mind to smithereens, and there seemed to be no room for anything besides getting my girl off and burying myself so deep, we couldn’t possibly be anything other than one.
Together, we approached the cliff and went soaring off. I roared her name as I slammed into her one last time and let go of everything. My cock pulsed with each spurt of come filling her, marking her as mine forever.
“I love you,” Holly whispered.
“I love you too, Holly Berry,” I panted with a lingering kiss on her lips. “Without you, I would be doomed to wander the world alone.”
Epilogue
Holly
“C’mon. Hurry up!” I nudged Jacob in the back, too excited to move slowly. I’d been looking forward to this moment ever since I’d seen those two pink lines on a little white stick—on Christmas morning exactly one year after I’d found Jacob standing on my front porch… one week before our first wedding anniversary.
My mom had surprised us with a New Year’s Day ceremony, something she’d set into motion the same day Jacob had called to ask for her permission to propose to me. She’d been so excited that she’d called his parents and convinced them to come down for New Year’s Eve. We’d all gone out for a fancy dinner, celebrating the countdown and our engagement at the same time.
When we woke up the next morning, and my mom sat us down at the kitchen table and said she’d needed to talk to us about something important, I’d blushed clear to my roots and squeezed Jacob’s hand tightly, thinking we hadn’t been as quiet the night before as I’d thought. With a teasing glint in her eye, my mom had told us that she wanted us to start our new year out the right way—as man and wife… especially if we were sleeping together already. So yeah, we definitely hadn’t been as quiet as I’d hoped. But really, who could blame us? We had a lot of time to make up for!
As Jacob, four-month-old baby Joy, and I approached the North Pole display in the middle of the mall, I couldn’t help but think back to the impossible feat my mom had somehow managed to pull off—our wedding ceremony, right here in this very same spot. Jacob and I had exchanged our vows with the winter wonderland surrounding us, him in his tuxedo with a deep red bowtie and me in a flowing white dress, holding a bouquet accented with seasonal flourishes like cedar boughs and brunia berries.
It had been better than I’d ever hoped and dreamed, just like every moment with Jacob was. Except maybe this one, but only because it was taking us too long to reach Santa.
“Patience, baby,” Jacob rasped in my ear before parking the stroller off to the side and lifting Joy out of it.
“You know I don’t have any.”
“I promise to reward you for it later.”
Standing there with our beautiful baby girl in the crook of his arm and his heated blue eyes smiling down at me, he looked sexier than ever. He was an amazing husband, and a great daddy to Joy. He loved to spoil his girls, as he loved to call us. Hence this trip to the mall on the first day Santa was open for pictures.
“It’s a deal,” I breathed out, lifting up on my toes to give him a quick kiss. Then I fussed with Joy’s Santa tutu, tunic and leggings, twisting them back into place since she’d been squirming around in the stroller during our walk through the mall. Once her outfit was put to rights, I ran my hand lightly over her wisps of blond hair and leaned over to kiss her chubby cheeks because I just couldn’t resist them for long. When I lifted my head again, her bright blue eyes were locked on my face as she giggled. My heart soared at hearing the best sound in the whole, wide world.
“I’m surprised you didn’t put her in the dress your mom sent.”
I knew exactly which dress he was talking about. It was made from red sparkle velvet and had white, fake fur trim at the hem and sleeves, along with a white bow at the waist. It was very Santa inspired and would be perfect for a picture with the big guy. “That’s for next time.”
“Next time?” He looked down at me oddly. “But she won’t fit in it for more than another month or so.”
“Exactly!” I chirped. “Just think of how many more times I’ll be able to bring her to see Santa between now and then.”
“I should have known,” he fake grumbled, the laughter in his eyes giving away how little he minded several trips to the mall to satisfy my need for pictures of Joy.
Before long, he was placing her on Santa’s lap. As we hovered to the side, I tugged him lower to whisper in his ear. “Two years ago, my wish to Santa for you came true. One year ago, our wish for a baby brought us Joy.” I pulled his hand down and placed it over my belly. “This year, I think I’m going to wish for no morning sickness, since I already took a test this morning and it was positive.”
Jacob
“Merry Christmas, Holly Berry,” I whispered, nuzzling my wife’s nose with my own.
“Mmmmmm, Merry Christmas,” she returned as she stretched and sighed. “Go back to sleep. The kids will be up—”
“Mommy!!!”
“Daddy!!!”
“Santa came!!!”
Three sets of small feet thundered through the house and burst through our bedroom door.
“It’s Christmas!” yelled Joy.
“Wake up! Santa came!” shouted Nicholas.
“Presents! Santa!” squealed Ivy as they all piled up onto our bed.
Holly dissolved into giggles, and we peppered each of them with kisses and hugs. I laughed at their excitement, but we weren’t a complete family yet. I hopped out of bed and swiftly walked to the room next door. December was awake, sitting in her crib and waiting patiently. She was our little thinker, always calm and observing everything around her. Her big blue eyes stared up at me, sparkling with delight. I lifted her into my arms and she clapped her hands on my cheeks. “Da!”
“Merry Christmas, baby girl.” I started walking back to the master bedroom and raised her up to blow a raspberry on her little tummy. Her giggles drew everyone’s attention as we returned, and they shouted greetings to their little sister. Holly held out her arms and I placed December in them, where she received morning kisses from her mommy.
All the kids snuggled up next to Holly, and I stood there in awe. This was my family. How had I gotten so damn lucky?
Every year when Christmas came around, it reminded me of all the miracles in my life.
Later, Holly and I sat on the couch laughing and watching the children open their presents. Christmas carols tinkled in the background, and the lights twinkled on the tree.
“No!” December yelled excitedly from her perch on the floor. I looked around to see what was upsetting her, but she started crawling towards the large picture window in the room. “No! No!” she pointed outside.
Holly laughed and got to her feet, walked over and scooped our baby into her arms. “That’s right, December. Snow!”
All the kids exclaimed and ran over to the window, jumping up and down with exuberant enthusiasm.
“Looks like sledding has been added to today’s activities,” I drawled.
“God bless us, every one!” Nicholas crowed.
I couldn’t imagine what else I could possibly be blessed with. I moved to stand behind my wife, slipping my arms around her and nuzzling my nose in her neck. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
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