Thank you, Christmas

“It’s about time you woke up.” she says and winks. On my elbows I look down and note she is naked and my body jerks automatically, seeing all of her open to me.

“Spin your waist around so I can drink you.” she removes her mouth long enough to do as I say before she is back on me. Her labia puffy and wet from her drip as her nub peeks at me, commanding my attention. The first swipe I take is like that first burst of sugar from your favorite lollipop.

“Ahhh.” she whimpers before going back to her new toy. Her hips rocking against my mouth, as she takes while giving.

“Look at all this cream, baby. Your little pussy couldn't wait for me to wake up could she.” I ask pushing my tongue in and out of her small hole, loving that every time my tongue drags out, a string of syrup stretches with it. Using my thumb, I swirl her clit back and forth, dipping in and out of her, as my tongue slurps and devours, craving the sugar as she secretes more and more of it. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth barely fits doesn’t it, Angel. It's wrapped around me like a vortex. God damn it. I won’t come in your mouth.” I grit out before lifting and turning her, so she is facing me, watching as I lower her onto my cock.

“Jamison.” she gasps as she slides down my rod and sits on my waist. I hold her hips down, grinding her on my cock, as I thrust inside of her. “Oh God.” she says dropping her head to the side giving me access to her neck, which I don’t pass up. I sink my teeth into her, biting and sucking as she moves up and down my dick, her cream sliding down making each movement slick and hot.

“I love your fucking pussy baby. You fit me like we were molded together. Tight as hell.” I grunt out as she rides me, bracing on my shoulders as every moan, whimper and keening cry brushes past my ears, body, and heart.

“Please, Jamison. Don’t stop. I feel so full of you. I don’t ever want to stop feeling this.” she says in my ear as she nips at my shoulder.

“Never baby. This feeling won’t ever stop. Do you know why, Angel?” I ask her, taking her mouth as I speed up my thrusts to match her fever. “Do you know why, Ana?”

“No. Tell me. Tell me, Jamison.” she begs as she cries out from my thumb rubbing her clit, needing her to reach the finish line the same time as me.

“Our love will never stop, baby. Never. Now come with me, Angel. Let’s make our baby right now.” she must like the sound of that. Her pussy contracts before squeezing the shit out of my cock as she screams my name and she gushes down my balls sending me shooting straight into the core of her womb, giving life to our son.

“Crap. That was intense.” she says before giggling. The shaking of her body pulses through me since I am still lodged inside of her causing us both to moan. Her walls begin to squeeze me on and off.

“Angel.” I chastise her and smack her ass. “I need to feed you again and shower and then I thought we would watch a movie. If I take you once more, you can kiss food goodbye.” I say before pinching her ass causing her to yelp.

“Ouch. Fine.” she says laughing leaning over to kiss me before rising off my lap, leaving my cock without the warmth from her wet cave. “I’m going to go shower.” she looks over her shoulder and walks into the bathroom. Damn imp. Everything in me is pulling toward the bathroom, but I go to the other room and jump in myself.

She makes it to the kitchen before me and I find myself stopping, watching as she flits around the kitchen pulling out bowls and spoons. It takes me a second to realize what I am smelling until I see the mugs.

“Hot chocolate, huh.” she turns, startled, clutching her chest.

“Jesus, Jami. You scared me.”

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to spook you.” I say grabbing her and kissing the startled look from her face.

“I figured I could make us grilled cheese sandwiches for late lunch and then we could have some hot cocoa since I didn’t get to drink the last cup...”

“Mmm. I did.” My phone annoys me by interrupting this moment, but I recognize the ringtone and know I need to take it. “Andrew. This better be good.” I say to my construction supervisor. As the foreman and project manager, I take weekends off which leaves Andrew in charge. So, if he is calling me now, something is not right.