But my man wanted to take things slowly and sensually. Ooh, it felt so good. His thrusts were absolute heaven while those clever fingers applied the proper pressure to my throbbing clit.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to hold onto him. I began to fight against the belt, trying to break my restraint. But the alpha only laughed pushing deep again.
“Try as you might,” he growled, sliding that hard length into my softness. “But you won’t get away, pretty girl.”
I mewled helplessly, twisting against the cuffs. Normally, one or both of us would have had a climax by now, but we were both fighting the urge. He wanted to stay inside of me as long as possible, and I wanted to experience the intensity as best I could.
He kissed me.
“I love you, Laurie.”
I kissed him back.
“I love you more,” was my breathless pant.
He chuckled.
“I never thought I was going to find serious love on Tinder.”
“I wouldn’t have believed it either back then,” was my helpless mewl.
“I didn’t pressure you because I proposed in front of everyone we know, right?”
I desperately wanted to rip the belt apart so that I could caress that handsome face even as he pumped inside.
“I was hoping you were going to propose one of these days, Shawn,” was my soft admission.
Our bodies never stopped their dance. I was still so wet for him, and he was so hard.
But Shawn wasn’t done yet.
“This is incredible,” he groaned, pushing deep once again as that big shaft made me cry out. I could tell he was close. “You mean everything to me.”
I could only say what was in my heart.
“You mean everything to me as well, Shawn Payne. I love you.”
And with that, we both burst, soaring into the clouds. His cock twitched once before erupting, lashes of hot seed painting my insides. And I cried out, again and again, the only name that made a difference.
“Shawn, Shawn!” was my heartfelt mewl. “I love you.”
But as our panting receded, I looked up with him with a sparkle in my eye.
“By the way, I have some exciting news,” I said. “Can you guess what it is?”
My handsome fiancé merely flopped on the mattress, his incredible body gleaming with a sheen of sweat.
“Is it that you’ve been offered the job of publisher over at Condé Nast? If it is, you’ll be perfect for it, sweetheart. You’re talented, so organized, and absolutely the woman to push a magazine into the Digital Age.”
I giggle.
“No, but Bob Nash over at Condé Nast did leave me a voicemail yesterday morning. Guess again.”
He grinned, taking my small hand in his.
“Is it that you’ve hired a new intern, and I’m his or her new manager?”
I giggle.
“Nope. Last try.”
Shawn pretends to look thoughtful.
“Puppies. It has to be puppies. We’re going to be dog parents for Christmas, right?”
I laugh again.
“No, it’s even better than that. You’re going to be a father, Shawn, to a human baby! I’m pregnant!”
His mouth drops open even as the color drains from his face.
“Are you serious, Laurie? A dad?”
I smile.
“Yes, and it’s Santa’s gift to us. I’d been putting on a bit of weight, but I thought it was just the holiday season and all the cookies I was eating. But it’s not. I went to the doctor, and I’m due in five months!”
Shawn’s jaw almost drops to the floor then.
“Five months?” he manages in a weak voice.
“Yes,” I laugh. “Shawn, you look like you’re about to pass out.”
My fiancé leaps into motion then, caressing my soft belly reverently.
“This is the best gift you could give me, Laurie,” he says in a choked voice with tears in his eyes. “Nothing could be better.”
I take his hands in my own, my own gaze growing blurry from moisture.
“It’s a gift you’ve given me,” I say quietly. “We made this baby together.”
With that, we kiss and the passion between us swells. After all, this baby was made during the holiday season, and he or she is the best Christmas gift in the world, and we will always cherish this present with love.
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The End
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