Kristina is currently four months pregnant with our first son, so I am doing the heavy lifting this Christmas. We opened presents this morning and now my parents are on the way. My sister and her husband will be here later this afternoon and my poor bachelor brother will be here in a few minutes. He let himself in the gate not three minutes ago. Ian is a changed man these days and no one knows more than I what love does to a man. Deanna just turned eighteen yesterday, so I know my brother is about to make his move and I won’t stop him. It’s my understanding that Deanna wants him just as badly.
Kristina and Deanna are sitting on the floor going through the torn as shit wrapping paper and bags to see what’s salvageable. I don’t get this mentality, but they are all about it.
“I got a good one!” Kristina exclaims holding up a semi neat piece of penguin wrapping paper. I can’t help chuckling. She jumps up like she’s about to fight.
“Don’t laugh at me Nicolas Kringle,” she says. Her hormones have been out of whack lately, but I’d never tell her that.
“I am not laughing at you, Mrs. Kringle,” I say dragging her out of the living room and into the kitchen.
“Don’t you dare make fun of my family’s traditions,” she says near tears.
“I wasn’t, baby. I swear. You just looked so fucking cute when you yelled out like that.”
“Cute, how?” she asks, the beginning of a sly smile spreading across her pouty lips.
“Waving those arms in the air like that, getting my attention, not that it was really ever off of you for a second,” I growl pulling her closer to me.
“Really?” she says barely above a whisper.
“Always,” I reply and bury my face in her floral scented neck. That scent. Always that scent. It called to me when I didn’t even fucking know her, but now that I do, I know that it is so uniquely her. Just a whiff of that perfume and I am hard as a rock. Right now, however inappropriate it is, my cock weeps for my wife’s teeny, tiny fuckhole and I am about to do anything to have it.
“Deanna,” she calls out.
“Yeah?” Deanna laughingly calls from the living room. From the peals of laughter coming from Kayleigh and Klaire the three of them are having one of their tickle fights.
“Can you watch the girls for a few minutes? I need Nick’s help with a gift that I have for Sammy,” she says. Our niece will love the gift that’s hidden in our closet, but I see what my sexy minx is doing.
“Sure thing. Should I check the turkey?”
“Nah, I just did,” I reply lifting Kristina in my arms and rushing out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into our room. Once inside, I set her on her feet before shutting and locking the door.
“You have to be quick,” she says taking her clothes off like they are on fire. She kisses me, our tongues warring for dominance. I take control of the kiss with a slight nip of her bottom lip.
“I’m in charge of this, wife. You know that,” I tell her. Her pleasure is always my pleasure.
“If that’s the way it has to be, so be it,” she says laying on the bed, her legs spread wide, and her pink pussy on display for me.
I stand stock-still as she puts her index fingers in her mouth, sucks them, and removes them with a loud pop. She draws them down her chest to her nipples. She circles them before trailing down her slightly rounded belly. Using only one finger, she glides into her opening and fucks herself lightly before pulling it out and drawing fast circles over her clit. Fuck this. I didn’t come here for a show, as hot as it is. I get undressed and climb on our bed. I grip her wrist and pull her hand away from her cunt. Leaning down, I kiss her again.
“That’s my job,” I grunt.
“Then you better do it,” she groans as I lift her up so that she is sitting on my lap. Her legs wrap around my waist, with her feet planted firmly on the bed by my ass. Her arms are around my shoulders and we are as close as we could possibly be. Gripping my cock, I slam up into her wet pussy. She mewls and I groan at the feeling of her wrapped all around me. She rides my cock as I meet her every movement with an upward thrust. Suddenly, she cries out my name and her orgasm is evident as her pussy squeezes the life out of my dick. My seed flows freely into her already bred womb.
“Damn, baby,” I murmur into her ear.