“YES! Jamison. I’m... I’m cumming. I need…” my thumb rubs her clit, and she erupts, her voice octaves above the sky as she let’s go. Pounding out my release, I growl and yell as I fill her up, coating every inch of her, praying for her to be bred. Laying my forehead on her chest, I try to catch my breath, but not willing to pull out. Her fingers dive into my hair and she rubs them through the mess I am sure it is. Laying on her, feeling her heartbeat beneath my face, is calming. “Is it always like that?” she whispers, still caressing my scalp.
“For us it will be, Angel. Come on. Let’s go get cleaned up and then what do you say we go to the square and have some fun at the holiday festival.” I ask her not able to resist her lips. I find myself caressing them with my own as she once again moans in my mouth and my hips move once again slowly in and out of her. Damn it, Jamison, give her a break. I tell myself, grinding my jaw as I find the will to stop.
“Why are you stopping?” she mewls, digging her feet into my ass, forcing me back into her.
“Hell, baby. I am trying to take you out. Jesus, your pussy feels so good. No wonder my dick doesn't want to leave.”
“I don’t want him to leave either. I have never felt so connected to anyone before. I love you being inside of me. I feel so...alive. So close to you.”
“Me too baby. Let me love you, Ana.” I beg her once more, asking her to trust me and give all of herself to me. Brushing the hair from her face, I simply stare at my gift. She lifts her head and kisses me.
“I am, Jamison. This is me.” she says simply before our mouths do a beautiful slow dance and we cum together, mimicking a promise to one another. One, I will spend my life keeping.Chapter 7AnaHow have I never seen this? I ask myself as I look around at all of the decorations and people as they come and go from booth to booth, laughing, talking, eating, and drinking. Families, lovers, friends, all happy and enjoying the holiday festivities. Everything seems so warm and full of life. “You warm enough baby?” I turn and look at him, unable to hide the smile spread across my face.
“I am, thank you. I am just so excited to be here right now. I can’t decide what I want to do first.” I tell him the excitement permeating through me. I find myself practically bouncing on my toes and I don’t care. He chuckles as he fixes my coat collar and kisses my nose. I close my eyes, allowing the feeling of contentment to course through me.
“I love seeing you smile. Tell me every day how to make this smile stay and I will do it.” he pulls me into a hug and kisses head. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I snuggle into the warmth of his arms. It’s funny. I have been waiting my whole life to feel this...connection...no, that is the wrong word. Affection. Adoration. Love. I have craved it. Dreamed of it even at some point before I gave up believing I would have it. But now, wrapped in its orbit, it’s like I have been cocooned in it all along. What does that say about how intense this feeling is? “Come on baby. Let’s go have some fun.” he tips my chin back and kisses me, no tongue, but quickens my pulse and heart. “So sweet.” he whispers before pulling back once again. He holds his hand and I take it, smiling once again at him.
“That sounds great.” we walk around to all of the booths, peering in each of them. Some of them are more interesting than others. The hot chocolate booth has been my favorite… so far.
“Look at these.” Jamison prompts me as we come to the homemade ornament booth. Looking around him, I see these beautifully handcrafted pieces and I can't help but go gooey about them.
“They are beautiful.” I say, the wispiness even evident to me.
“Why thank you, young lady. Any you like in particular? They are buy three, get the fourth free.” the nice lady behind the booth tells me.
“All of them are gorgeous. But, I can’t buy them. I simply just…”
“Angel do you want one or two or some?” Jamison asks me, removing the hair that has fallen in my face.
“No. I mean...”
“Pick out what you want so we can put our first ornaments on our tree.”
“Tree?” I ask him, not sure I heard him right.
“Yes, baby. Tree. I was going to suggest when we leave here, we go and pick one out. We have to get moving if we are going to get it up and finished before Christmas. We only have four weeks.” is he serious? I feel the water building behind my eyelids. Every time I think I have a handle on my emotions and am coming to terms with the new situation, he does something else to further show me how much he cares. “So, Ana, pick out any you like.” Smiling at him as a tear falls, I pick out eight ornaments. One shaped like a snowman, a Christmas tree, an angel, the northern star, one that says, ‘Our first Christmas’ and one of a family. It’s a mom, dad and two children. When I pick that one up, I bite my lip, heat coating my cheeks even in the cold. I grab three more and place them on the counter and feel him lean in behind me. “It’s going to be more than two kids, Angel. You will be lucky if we make it the six weeks between each birth before I have you bred again.” I shiver as his mouth lands on my neck before he pays the lady. Grabbing our bags, we walk away from the booth, hand in hand. I don’t know how long we stay here, looking around before we are headed back to the car. “Did you have fun, baby?”