by Ember Flint
Hope gasps and hisses and I see she has her eyes tightly closed.
I hate that I’m hurting her.
“Hope, you okay?” I ask, panting.
For a moment she says nothing, and I panic, starting to immediately pull out of her. Damn my stupid big cock!
As I start to leave her, she wraps her legs around my ass more firmly and pulls me back in.
“No… don’t… don’t leave me. It’s okay. I’m okay.”
“Babe?”
Hope pushes her crossed ankles against my back.
“It’s good… it’s good now. I promise. It was painful at first, but it’s good now… so good!” She gasps my name. “I need you closer, closer, Chris…”
I give her more of my weight, pressing my body down on hers.
I start to thrust into her, trying to keep my strokes shallow and slow, and soon the tension seems to leave her body and she starts to relax and move her hips with mine.
“Do you really feel good now, baby?” I ask, and she nods, biting her lower lip and making me even hotter for her.
She hums in pleasure and I start to fuck into her a little harder and faster, nearly giving her all of my cock now.
“I’ve got a few more inches left, love? Do you think you can take all of me?” I ask, slowing to a stop.
Hope looks between us and her eyes widen a bit at the way my big dick is spreading the swollen lips of her little bare pussy, but she still nods.
“Yes, Christopher, please: I want all of you…”
I pull almost completely out of her tightness and when I feel the way her walls cling to me, I nearly surrender all of my seed to her depths.
I slide my hands under her and cup both of her ass’s cheeks, tilting her hips upward and at an angle, then I ram all of my length into her, not stopping until I feel my balls slap against the softness of her skin.
Hope goes beyond moaning, practically screaming the roof down as her pussy tightens and releases, tightens and releases around me and I realize she came on impact as soon as all of my cock was crammed inside of her.
The thought drives me absolutely insane with lust and before I can stop myself, I’m pounding her hard into the bed, chasing my own pleasure as she recovers from her climax.
Soon I’m thrusting one last time and, keeping my cock buried in her cunt all the way to the hilt, I’m emptying volley after volley of cum inside of her, my face to her neck as I growl the best orgasm of my life into her silken warm skin.
I practically collapse on top of her, but Hope doesn’t shy away from my weight, cradling me as we both fight for breath, gripping at each other like we are scared of letting go.
I feel her kissing my jaw and look down at her, beaming.
She smiles back as I turn us around and rearrange us until we are on our sides, holding my still stiff cock deep into her pussy. I don’t ever want to leave her.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?” I mumble drowsily as I cuddle closer to her, marveling at the sensations still buzzing through my body and loving the little clenches her hot cunt is still doing around my length.
“Merry Christmas.”
I kiss her shoulder, clutching her even tighter in my arms. “Merry Christmas, Hope. I love you.”
She stops nuzzling the hair on my chest and peers up at me. “I love you more.”
Epilogue
HOPE
One year later…
Michael Bublé is singing about ‘having a holly jolly Christmas’ as the gently falling snow hits the windshield.
It’s the twenty-two of December and, in keeping with our family’s tradition, my husband and I are headed to the Frosted Ridge Resort where almost everyone is already gathered and waiting.
I feel Christopher’s hand tighten around my own on my thigh and I sigh, tilting my head to the side to look at his handsome profile.
His dark blue eyes are intent on the road and as a few flurries of snow start to float down from the pure-white sky faster, he brings my fingers to his lips for a kiss and then he lets go of them to put both of his hands on the steering wheel.
I feel a rush of love go through me as I look at him and I smile.
He feels my smile or something and grins a little.
We’re so connected that sometimes it feels like every breath I take starts within my soul and ends in his.
“Are you okay, love?” he asks. “Are they still very active?”
I rub my huge eight-months-pregnant belly and I sigh. “I think the car motion put them to sleep, babe…”
He sighs and reaches over to caress my stomach. “Good… why don’t you rest for a little bit, sweetheart? We still have over one hour to go and you’ve been up since six a.m.”
“I’ll try…”
I smile, feeling all fuzzy inside. I love that he is always so very caring and protective of me.
I never knew this type of love existed and I’m thankful I pushed all of his buttons last Christmas Eve.
Who can say how long it would have taken us to understand what was right in front of us, had I not snapped his tightly held control that night?
Our moms are confident it wouldn’t have been that long, according to them, just one or two more years of constant nagging on their parts would have done the trick, but our siblings and fathers are not quite as sure, and they are still teasing us about our little holly jolly deal.
Last year, right about now, we were exchanging our very own first kiss in another rented SUV, he with a heart full of a love he didn’t know he could share with me, and I so very much in love with him and yet so very clueless about my feelings for him and we had no idea this much happiness was already in store for us.
In the end, we came clean about our stupid plan with our families, they weren’t too mad, particularly since the ‘deal’ had led to us realizing we were in love and perfect for each other anyway.
Instead of breaking our supposed engagement in January, we made it real and got married that month.
For about six months we lived in New York, but then Chris confessed the reason why he had moved away in the first place, was that for him it was too painful to see me when he thought I didn’t share his feelings, but in truth he missed San Fran and being close to our family, so we made everybody doubly happy by moving back to California as soon as we found the perfect house we envisioned starting our family in.
It didn’t take us as long as we thought, and we got settled back in San Francisco in no time and since we were already expecting, we didn’t even have to try.
Our dads even joked that having twins was fate’s way to give us back some of the lost time and even though we all know that twins run in both the Snow’s and the Winters’ clans, I still like to think they’re right.
Chris encouraged me to really follow my dreams and open my art gallery and I’ve been in business and doing great for the last two months or so. The move to San Fran was really good for his career as well, since my genius hubby ended up founding his own trading and market’s analysis firm, and even if it’s been only five months since his grand opening, he’s already rising to the top, not that I’m surprised: my baby is a freaking financial virtuoso after all.
So many things have changed since last Christmas and there’s been so much joy in our lives, sometimes it feels too good to be true, and I can hardly believe how close we came to never having this and how lucky I am to have his heart, while I’m secure in the knowledge that my own is safe with him.
I have the best husband, the best lover and the best friend I could ask for in the whole world all wrapped in one and always watching over me.
And I know he’s also gonna be the most wonderful daddy ever for our little twin boys.
He’s already started having these long conversations with my belly, mostly when we’re in bed or vegging on the sofa. It’s the cutest thing in the world.
He feels my eyes on him again and smiles bigger.
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��What?” he asks.
“Nothing… I was just thinking about us driving down this same road last year…”
He chuckles. “We made such a mess of things…”
I sigh. “Yes…”
Chris turns to look at me. “But it was worth it, babe…”
I beam at him as I feel our babies start to kick up a storm inside my tummy. “So, so worth it.”
He slows the SUV as soon as we reach the very same rest area we stopped in last year.
“Why are we stopping?” I ask, frowning and looking around.
He kills the engine of the car, unsnaps our seat belts, and then he starts to fumble through the glove compartment.
I burst out laughing when I see his large hand coming out of it again, now holding a tiny twig of mistletoe.
He turns to look at me with a smile that could light up a thousand Christmas trees.
“I thought we should start a tradition of our own, baby. Deal?”
I smile at him, feeling so emotional it’s only a miracle I don’t start to cry.
“Deal,” I say, nodding, and Chris’ smile gets bigger.
My heart swells even more for him. I lean over the console separating us as much as I can with my belly standing in the way.
“I love you so, so much, Chris,” I say, holding his beloved face in my hands, my fingers sifting through his dark beard as I stare into the eyes I love so dearly.
“I love you too, Hope. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” I tell him and snatch the mistletoe from his fingers, holding it over our heads we start to lean closer and closer to each other and then we are kissing hard and fast, our babies jumping between us in my tummy as we leave the rest of the world behind.
Epilogue 2
CHRISTOPHER
Five years later…
I stroke inside my wife hard and deep one last time and we both go off together, she moaning my name into my chest and I grunting my pleasure into her shoulder while I hold onto her wide hips tightly and lose myself to the amazing sensations coursing through my body as I fill her up with burst after burst of my semen.
“Merry Christmas, Chris. I love you so much,” Hope whispers, her fingers lazily sifting through my beard.
I clutch her harder to me, feeling my dick twitch inside her at her words.
There’s noting that compares to the feeling of hearing the love of my life, my best friend and my soulmate, telling me that she loves me while I’m buried up to my balls, deep inside her snug sweetness.
“I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas,” I breathe out.
We don’t move for a while and in the still darkness of the night the only sounds are those of our harsh panting.
I keep my still hard cock inside her, not ready to leave her sweet tight cunt yet, I never would move us an inch if I could get away with staying like this forever.
Keeping her still on top of me, I slide back from my sitting position until I’m lying down on the bed and Hope is draped all over me, just the way I like it.
She yawns, nuzzling my neck and murmuring my name softly and I know the exact second when she starts drifting off, ‘cause her hands no longer grasp at my shoulders so tightly as she cuddles into my body.
I wind an arm around her back and cover us both with the comforter, rolling it up from where we kicked it off to hang half on the foot of the bed and half onto the wooden floor.
My eyes are heavy, but I don’t want to fall asleep yet.
It’s Christmas Eve and we are all at the usual resort along with our children and the rest of our extended family.
This year we had to get a bigger chalet, though, since we just recently added to our little family and we needed an extra bedroom to set up a nursery for our youngest princess yet, one-month-old Michelle.
There was no way we could simply settle her in a room with her older sister, Allison, who is all of three-year-old and just as outspoken and full of crazy ideas like her mommy.
She has been trying to sell her baby sister or even simply exchange her for candies and toys since day one.
My wife simply laughs at our little girl’s antics and tells me it’s just a phase and it will pass.
All I can say is that I’m more than a little happy that she’s too young to know how to use a computer yet and all her contact is with us, their nanny and the rest of the Snow/Winters Clan.
Since a couple of weeks she has been even more fixated with the notion that her baby sister needs to get back to wherever she came from, her poor older brothers, Kellan and Kenton, have been unable to convince her that little Micky got to stay, she won’t hear of it and has been begging Santa to come take her back since she was born.
My over-protective five-year-old twins —that my wife swears up and down took all their crazy possessiveness from me— really took her seriously and have been afraid that the big fat bastard would really come down and take their baby sister away to make Ally happy so they decided to ‘stake him out’ to make sure that wasn’t the case.
After a while, they could barely keep their eyes open, poor little tykes, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t persuade them that we could deal with the jolly old fella ourselves, this thanks to their grandmothers telling them a few weeks back that only kids can really see Santa when they cornered them with their thousand and one questions about the magic of Christmas.
We all ended up keeping watch under the twinkling Christmas tree in the living room until past three a.m.
Our little boys sat with their eyes on the chimney with their baby sister in a crib between us and they insisted we keep our oldest princess asleep on the sofa so they could keep an eye on her, sure she would find a way to contact Santa before they could, to finally rid our house and family of baby Micky.
Just after midnight however my little terror woke with a start and when she couldn’t spot the little crib from her perch on her mommy’s lap on the sofa, she started to scream the entire cabin down, wailing that Santa had really taken her baby sister after all and that she really didn’t mean for Micky to go away anymore.
Hope picked her up and brought her closer to the tree so she could see that the baby was still there and she finally calmed from her tantrum, promised she would never try to giveaway her sister and settled down with the twins to also guard her against Santa, just in case he didn’t hear she changed her mind and really came to take the baby away.
She seemed so damn serious as she spoke and looked so much like her mother in that moment that it was impossible not to laugh.
The whole thing looked fucking adorable, but kinda messed with my plans to enjoy a little sexy time with their mother, not to mention it made it nearly impossible for us to put their presents under the tree until they all fell asleep.
When we finally managed to get each kid in their beds it was almost four a.m. and it took us another half an hour to put their gifts where they belonged.
Then, at last, it was on.
I look out the window, my hands running up and down my beautiful wife’s silky, naked back. The sun isn’t up yet.
Maybe we have an hour to sleep a little before our little monsters wake up clamoring for their presents.
As I start to doze off, there’s a silly grin on my face.
I still can’t believe this is my life after all. I fucking love every little thing about it.
THE END
A Forever Safe Christmas
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