“Santa's got his cookie,” I say and kiss my way down her neck. “What about the milk?”
I untie the bow at her neck and let the front of her outfit fall away. I look into her eyes as I kiss her nipples, and she waits for what comes next. I use my hand to hold her breast up while I lave her nipple until the pearl of milk appears. Her pussy clenches around me as I take a drink and I feel her getting wetter.
There’s nothing about my wife I don’t love, including the milk she makes for our babies. She’s still nursing our last one, and I want to take advantage as long as I can.
I switch to the other one and feel her grind down on my cock. She’s needy now and ready to cum again. It’s dirty what we’re doing, and it turns her on even if she doesn’t ask for it.
“You taste so sweet,” I tell her, rubbing my face against her nipple, and she grips my hair with both hands. I’m not even thrusting into her, she’s just rubbing her pussy on my shaft as she gets wetter and wetter. “Since you’re still nursing I can cum inside you all I want.”
“Oh God, Dasher,” she moans, and that’s all it takes to send her over the edge.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I follow her over the edge. It’s hot and sticky as I thrust hard and deep one time and fill her with all that I have. I wrap my arms around her back and roll us over so that I can rut on top of her until the end. Any time we’re joined like this we’re making love, sometimes it’s just a bit more dirty to keep it fun.
It’s a long moment later when I finally catch my breath and kiss every inch of her, slowly this time.
“They’re waiting on us,” she says, tracing her fingers down my back.
“Nah, Rae has them all in line and is barking orders.”
Eve laughs as she nods. “That girl is going to run the world.”
“Besides, this was your fault.” I look up at her and raise an eyebrow while she pretends to be innocent. “It’s okay, though, I approve.”
“I can tell.” Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I stare down at her, daring her to tease me again.
“Careful, wife.”
“Come on,” she whispers as she leans closer and puts her lips to my ear. “Pretend you snuck in my car and let me watch you jerk off.”
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, and she begins to giggle. “You know, one day I’m going to regret telling you about that little incident.”
“Stalker,” she teases, and I nod.
“Always for you, my sweet Christmas Eve.”
THE END!