Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

I’m spent, undone, and in a divine state of bliss. And my body is still aching for more. For everything. He begins to roll me onto my tummy, his hands on my ass, kissing my cheeks.

“I want to explore every inch of you,” he tells me. “Every fucking inch.” He buries his beard against my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks together. His thick cock is against the back of my legs and I want more of it. I want him against me, inside of me, everywhere and everything.

“Come in me…” I tell him, “come back here.”

His fingers rub against my cunt where he just made me come.

“No, higher,” I say with a smile on my lips. Heat runs over my body at the request. It seems so utterly scandalous, so unlike me, but so very right.

“You want that, baby?” he asks, leaning over me, pulling back my hair and whispering in my ear.

“Yes, I want you inside of me. Everywhere,” I say. “You've been in my mouth. You've come in my pussy and now I want you to come in my ass.”

The words themselves seem to register something deep and primal inside of him because he doesn't ask me again if this is what I want. He knows. I've already told him what I desire.

From his drawer, he grabs some lubricant and strokes his cock up and down with it. He lifts me up by my tummy, drawing my ass in the air. I'm on my knees with my head resting against the pillow, a smile on my face knowing this is so absolutely erotic, so utterly divine. He runs his fingers over my cunt again before stroking his shaft. I love the idea of my pussy juice lubricating him.

His finger finds my hole, and he teases me open ever so slightly. I bite my bottom lip. For a moment I hesitate, wondering if I can really handle this. Sure, I want it. But wanting and having are two different things.

Don't I know it. I've wanted Filson since forever, but I haven't had him until now.

That thought alone restores my commitment to this. I want Filson in every way. I’ve waited long enough, and so has he.

He begins to slip a finger into my hole, opening me up, and I know soon his big cock will follow.

“I’m going to go easy… nice and slow, baby girl,” he whispers.

I love those words on his lips, that I’m his baby girl. I'll be everything he wants and more. Sure, I don't know where this night will take us, where this life will take us, but right now it's led me to his bed with my ass in the air. His cock inching closer to my hole. I wouldn’t change anything because this moment was worth every agonizing year where I waited for him.

When he begins to move inside me, I cry out as the pleasure ripples through me, curling my toes, making me gasp for breath.

“Oh, God. Oh my God,” I cry out at the same time he's grunting and groaning my name.

“Oh, fuck, Maple. Oh, fuck me hard.”

It makes me want to fuck him as hard as possible and so I relax into the bed knowing that's what we both need in order for us to get into this moment, to give in to this absolute inhibition. There's no going back and God, why would I?

He takes me hard, his cock sliding in probably only a few inches, but it seems like that's all we both need — a little bit at a time. Soon enough, I'm full of him. My body's screaming as I’m pleasured in a way I've never even imagined.

“Don't stop,” I beg of him, “Don't stop.” My body opens up until there is nowhere else to go.

“God, you're so perfect,” he tells me, “you're so fucking perfect.”

He comes inside me and the feeling is unlike anything I've experienced before, feeling so full, making me feel so alive, making me feel like I am his now and forever.

“Now,” I say, licking my lips. “It’s time for you to come in my pussy.”FilsonThis moment, the one right here with Maple on her back, is the one I've been dreaming about for three weeks. Ever since we made love for the very first time.

But this time it's better, sweeter and more definite because this isn't about pent-up passion. It's about the words we've spoken, the I love yous we both finally said out loud. Her showing up here at the cabin filled my heart with so much relief I nearly choked up at the sight of her in that pink coat, that pink hat, her red hair spilling over her shoulders. My emotions practically spilled out too.

“I love you, Maple St. Claire,” I say again and again. “I love you.” I breathe out as we stare deeply into one another's eyes. The connection between us is as real as anything I’ve ever known.