“God, I love you,” I moan as my thick cock enters her slick pussy.
“I love you too,” she says, looking up at me with eyes of wonder, gasping as I fill her entirely. It feels so right to be inside her. She's so tight and warm, wrapped around me like a Christmas gift.
I wrap my arms around her, cradling her close, kissing her all over — her neck, her ears, her cheeks, her lips, her nose. She smiles as we make love, wanting to make this last forever. Her smile is full of grace. A smile that I hope to see every day for the rest of my goddamn life.
“What are you thinking?” she asks again.
“I'm thinking that this is the best night of my life.”
She blinks and a single tear rolls down her cheek. “Mine too, Filson Barre. Mine too.”
We finish, wrapped up in one another as we come hard, as we come slow. We manage to get up and make hot chocolate with marshmallows in both our mugs. Christmas is two days away, but it feels like it’s already here. We don't talk about the house, about what she's leaving behind, or about where she might go. It's not the time for that.
Right now, it’s time for hope.
We drink our hot chocolate naked, and it’s hard to focus on anything but her lush curves. It doesn't take long for us to set the mugs aside and for me to pick her up and set her on the countertop. She gasps in delight as I fill her up again. She wraps her arms around me and laughs in glee, tossing back her head, her hair swishing down her back.
I kiss her nipples as my cock is buried deep inside her, squeezing her big, round tits. I’m loving the way her skin feels against my rough hands. Soft and sweet. Innocence and love. By the time we're through, we're out of breath and high on one another. We don't need anything else.
“Do you have any more Christmas ornaments?” she asks with her arms around my neck, as she looks at the Christmas tree.
I nod. “There's a box somewhere.”
When I find it, she stands on her tiptoes hanging the colored glass balls around the tree.
“Merry Christmas, Maple,” I tell her, pulling her close, and then falling into bed. With the tree all lit up, our hand-cut snowflakes covering it, and the snow falling outside, it is a Merry Christmas indeed.MapleIn the morning, my phone rings and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. Blinking, I reach for my bag, finding it at the foot of the bed. The foot of Filson's bed. A smile spreads across my face as I turn the call to silent. I spent the last day making crazy love with the man who loves me back. It was seriously the best day of my life. And as I look over at Filson, whose morning wood is rising at attention, I smile, thinking maybe this day can be pretty good too.
Recognizing that the number is my real estate agent, and not wanting to wake Filson, who is still asleep, I tiptoe to the kitchen. Of course, the cabin is small, and I realize that he will hear everything I say from here. So instead, I step into the bathroom, and close the door, wrapping a towel around me. I sit down on the closed lid of the toilet and return the missed call.
“Hello, Maple. Thanks for calling me back. I have great news!”
My heart sinks for a moment. Remembering that I'm going to be out of the house by the new year if I'm lucky.
“How great?” I ask. I wouldn't mind putting off the inevitable a bit longer. Still, I know that what is inevitable is the bank seizing my property. So, selling now is the best course of action. It doesn't make it any easier. The grieving process is real, even if it's what I know I need.
“We had a cash offer yesterday. I tried calling last night but I couldn't get through.”
“Cell service is pretty wonky up here. I'm in the mountains.”
“Well, I would love it if you could pop into the office so we could do a bit of paperwork.”
“So soon?”
“Well, Christmas is two days away, Maple. You said you wanted this done by the new year.”
“Right, of course.”
“We have another twenty-four hours before everyone's going to be off for the holiday. Of course, we'll have a few days after Christmas before the new year. Everything should be squared away in time.”
“But what about the inspection?”
“Ah, the offer was in cash and they are waiving the inspection. It’s really your ideal situation.”
“Really? Why would they even do that?”
“They loved the house. They saw the listing and called right away. Put an offer in without even seeing it. Though I have a feeling most people in Snowy Valley have been eyeing that house for a good while. It's a gorgeous property. That gingerbread trim alone makes it a one-click.”