Oh Snowy Night

I’ve never felt better. I could move a mountain right now.

I start to move, dragging my cock along her soft, sensitive tissues. She arches, desperate for the contact.

Breaking free from my mouth, she pants, “Don’t leave me.”

I stare into her eyes. “Never.” And then I slam back into place.

A scream flies out of her. Heels dig into my back as she clutches me tight against her. I stroke her with my cock until her whole face transforms as the orgasm overtakes her. Her eyelids fall shut and the skin stretches across her cheekbones. A red flush covers her from head to toe and joy floods her expression. It’s the same joy that she has when she talks about her light-up sweater or Smittens or pancakes except it’s a hundred times brighter and more beautiful and I want to see it on her face every day until I die.

My own orgasm crashes over me and I pump my seed into her welcoming body. I’m going to make her pregnant. I’m going to give her a baby. I’m going to keep her forever.

Yes. Yes. “Yes,” I shout.

My ejaculation lasts forever, jetting milky seed into her tight vise until my whole body feels drained. I collapse, rolling to the side and pulling her on top of me so we don’t lose contact. Her hair is plastered to her face. I brush a few strands away.

“It fit,” I joke.

“It did.” She laughs, bright and loud. “I didn’t think it would, but, oh my goodness, it did.”

I stroke a hand down her back, marveling at how last Christmas, I was alone with only Bear for company but now I have Faith.

“What are you thinking?” Her lips move against my neck.

“That I’m damn lucky that you had to piss so bad you came down my lane.” It’s sort of scary to think how we almost missed each other. She could have gone to King’s and I would’ve never met her.

“We would have found each other,” she says as if she can read my mind. “I would’ve gone into town and saw you at the grocery store and followed you home.”

“Nah, I think that’s my story. One look at you and I was a goner.”

“I never believed in love at first sight,” she confesses. “How about you?”

“I never believed in love.”

“How come?”

“Never had anyone give it to me. Never had anyone to give it to. I grew up in foster homes and as soon as I could take care of myself, I took off.” Computers and numbers and dollar bills kept me occupied. I never thought I’d need anything else—not until Faith came along.

“Well, I’m here now so you better believe in it.”

I angle my head so she can see the sincerity in my eyes. “There’s nothing I believe in more than you, Faith.”

Epilogue

Conn

“How big of a tree do you want me to get?” I ask my wife, who is seated on the sofa in front of the television. Bear is curled up on her feet while Smittens has taken up residence on the back of the couch. Smittens has been in a mood for the last couple of months since her favorite place to rest–Faith’s lap–has been occupied.

Faith rubs a hand over her stomach. “I don’t know. Maybe just a small one? I’m not feeling very Christmassy this year.”

I stop frosting the snowmen cookies and stare at my babe in dismay. Did she just say she wasn’t feeling the holiday spirit? My Faith? She’s the kind that drags out the ornaments in October. The lights outlining the roof of the lodge were hung up before I ate all the Halloween candy. Storage boxes full of ornaments and tinsel and lights are scattered about the living room.

“It’s just that it’s a lot of work and I don’t know if I feel up to it.” She casts a guilty look in my direction. “Is that terrible?”

“Nah.” Worrying, but not terrible. I lay the tube of frosting down and walk across the room to join her. “You okay otherwise?”

She lays her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, just ready for the little one to make an appearance. I have to confess, I really thought I’d like pregnancy more. I love babies and all these pictures of pregnant ladies on Insta made me super excited. At first, it was awesome but now I’m ready for the little one to pop out.” She lightly taps her belly. “What’s taking so long, little one?”

I capture her hand and press it to my mouth. “Sitting in there seems a helluvalot better than coming out here. Wind temps are going to feel like negative 14 tomorrow.”

“That sounds terrible.”

I give her hand another kiss and go back to the stove, where hot cider has been warming. I ladle some of the mixture into a mug and bring it to Faith along with a couple of cookies. “It’s the perfect weather to stay inside by the fireplace.”