Thank you, Christmas

“God damn, Angel. I knew you would be sweet. But sweet enough to go in my hot chocolate is more than I dreamed. Can you hear how wet you are? Look at me suck you dry baby. Look at the way your honey coats my face.” filthy. Why do I love it so much? Up on my elbows, I look at one of the most erotic sights I could have ever conjured. Looking at this strong, dominant man on his knees, giving me the most unspeakable pleasure. His face is shiny and gorgeous.

“Oh.” his tongue moves in and out of me as his finger creeps in, rubbing and stretching me.

“So fucking tight. Got to stretch you out.” he says more to himself than me. I already feel stuffed. His finger moves against something inside of me and lights flash before my eyes.

“Oh, oh, Jamison...I think…I’m...”

“Come baby. Bathe me in your juice. Squirt it on me so I can rub it on you as I take you and make you a woman.” oh shit. That does it. He bites my clit as his finger sweeps something and I explode all over him, screaming into the air letting it go. How the hell is anything supposed to be better than that? I feel him kissing my body as he moves over me, his tongue licking every place he moves. His mouth circles my breasts, not touching my nipples but taking pleasure in teasing another builds up inside of me. My body lights up once again, my nerves sensitive and awake. “Mmm. Your nipples taste like your pussy, angel.” his mouth moves from one to the next as my back comes off the bed.

“Please.” How can I be begging him again? Hell, how I can be ready again. He stops above me, his arms on each side caging me in, making sure I don't move. I don’t want to. I don’t want to spend another second away from him. Taking this moment, I really look at his body and see a number of tats on his skin. I can’t make out most of them, but the one staring me in the face is the word ‘Angel’ over his heart. Placing my hand over it, I simply cry. This man put his name for me on his body. How could this be anything other than love?

“You see now?” he asks, still not moving. I simply nod and kiss his chest. “Thank fuck.” he rubs my cheek and puts his thumb in my mouth. “How are you so beautiful? How has no one come and taken you. Claimed you. I thank God every day I found you first Angel. Nothing is ever going to come before you and our family. I need you to know that.” he leans down and ever so gently places his mouth on mine. The fact that he is going to be my first for everything hits me. My only. Loving the dance, we are doing with our mouths, my hand as his hardness rubs against my pussy. “You can’t even wait for it can you?”

“No. I need you, Jamison. I want to feel you inside of me.” spreading my legs further so he knows I mean it, I gasp as he moves his cock up and down the slit of my pussy, deliberately circling my clit, making me wetter for him. Our mouths are back to mating when I feel him begin to push inside of me. For a moment, the hesitation creeps in as I realize how much girth he has.

“Relax, Angel. We are going to fit. Just breathe and let me in.” he thrusts in and I see stars.

“No.” I cry out pushing against his chest. It hurts so good, but it is too much to take at once.

“Yes. Hold still. Shit. Stop moving, Ana. I am barely holding on. Fuck.” he says the veins in his neck prominent as he strains to hold on. “I’m sorry. I should have gone slower, but I thought it would be best to get it over with.” I love that he is trying to make this good for me. Bringing my hands to his face, I let him know I am ok.

“I’m ok now, my Jami. I’m just so full. I never imagined it would feel like this. I feel so much in this moment, but right now, I need you to move. I need to feel you moving inside of me, showing me what we feel like drifting into life together.” I let my heart speak, deciding not to run from this.

“God, baby. I love you so much. Thank you for giving me your precious gift.” tears fall down the side of my face at his profession of love. I have never had anyone say they love me but my grandmother. I know I should say it back. I want to say it back, but I am too scared. So, I am just going to take this moment and live in it. “You’re killing me, Angel. Your tears are ripping me apart.” he moves slowly, pushing and pulling as he kisses me, with so much patience. Every movement he makes is filled with love. “You feel so good, Angel. How am I ever going to leave this tight pussy? I need to work to take care of you, but fuck if I am going to be able to think of anything else.”