Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

Sammy walks over to us, nuzzling her nose against my knee as if urging me to give the present to my wife. “Here you go,” I say. “Merry Christmas.”

“Filson,” she says. “I thought we weren't doing gifts until tomorrow.”

“I like giving you things on Christmas Eve. Last year I gave you the house. I don't know how I'm going to top it now.”

She laughs. “Filson, you're ridiculous. I don't need anything topped.” She unwraps the box. It's a small one, and as she lets the red ribbon fall to the ground and peels back the green paper, she opens a black velvet box. She peers inside. Resting on the cushions isn’t a piece of jewelry, but instead, there is a key.

“What's this?” she asks. “The key to your heart?”

I chuckle. “You already know you have that.”

“What does it unlock?” she asks.

“It's the key to the soup kitchen. I bought you the building.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “No more renting. No more wondering if you'll be able to keep the doors open.”

“You bought the building?” Her mouth falls open. “I thought the owner refused to sell.”

“I was able to convince him it was the right thing to do.”

“Filson,” she says. “I can't believe you managed to do that.”

“It took some sweet talking, but—”

She wraps her arms around me, cutting me off. “Thank you. I know we've been able to get through the last year because the gala raised so much money and with ongoing help from the people in town. But this takes a burden off of our shoulders. Now the soup kitchen can stay open without any worry.”

“I know,” I tell her, kissing her. “It’s meant to be.”

“Just like us,” she says, lacing her fingers with mine and pulling me down for a kiss.

I bring her closer, running my hands over her body before leading her to the floor. On the plush rug in front of the fireplace, I begin to strip her down to nothing, pulling down her panties and lifting the hem of her dress.

“Oh, Filson,” she says, sighing. “I'm so big and—”

“And so beautiful,” I finished for her. “Maple, I love the way you look when you're pregnant. It makes me want to knock you up every year so this could be my Christmas present for the rest of my life.”

She smiles. “You’re making me blush.”

“Good. Now I'm going to make you wet.”

Her eyes close as I press my mouth to her pretty pussy. It’s as tight as ever and so damn sweet. “God, you taste good,” I groan, running my hands over her thighs, squeezing her cheeks as I run my tongue up and down. Her body tastes so damn good.

Her hands run through my thick hair and I lift my head to meet her eyes. “I love you, Maple Barre.”

“And I love you, Filson.”

“Not just because I buy you property on Christmas Eve?”

She smiles. “No, because you get me to come really, really hard.”

I chuckle, shaking my head and getting back to work, wanting to get my girl off the way she deserves. Soon enough, we'll have a baby and after that we'll have plenty more running around this house, changing the way our Christmases are for the rest of our lives. This is the last Christmas we’ll be alone together, and I'm going to savor it. One kiss to her pussy at a time.

I get her wet, loving the way it tastes to get her off. Her knees clench as I run my tongue over her clit, circling that pretty bulb of perfection. As she begins to reach a climax, I run my fingers over her slickness, dipping in a finger then two, urging her to come closer, faster.

Now that she's at the edge, she shakes her head. “Stop. Filson, please come inside me. I need your cock in me. Now.”

I do what my girl asks. I drop my jeans and take my long, hard shaft in my hand. I lean down to her, filling her sweet hole with my cock, her legs wrapping around my neck, her big belly between us. God, I can't wait to meet our child and damn, I can't wait to make her scream my name now.

“Oh, Filson,” she moans as if on command. “Yes. I'm so fucking close. I'm so close. I'm so, oh… Oh.” She loses her words, her thoughts, her mind, and I grin, plowing into her cunt. As we both come, we finish breathless and alive.

Our eyes lock, our hearts pound. It’s Christmas Eve. My favorite day of the goddamn year.

“I love you, Maple.” I pull out, leaning down to kiss her sweet pussy one last time, leaving a trail of kisses on her thighs, running my hands over her belly, over her breasts, fingering her nipples. I lean down to kiss her breasts, her eyes closing as she savors this moment before they blink, opening wide.