“God, yes.” He fists my hair to pull me to my feet. “But I want to fuck your perfect little pussy more.” His mouth slams against mine, his hands releasing my hair to slide down my back to grab my ass, lifting me. My legs lock around his waist, my pussy weeping around the thin strip of my thong as I grind against his cock. Instead of carrying me to the bed like I expect, I feel him lowering me to the white fur rug in front of the tree.
His mouth wrenches off of mine long enough to find a breast, his lips claiming one nipple through the lace of my bra. His tongue flicks the tip, his lips sealing around the nipple, sucking it into a hard peak. My back arches off the floor, my nails digging into his neck as I cry out my approval. He switches to my other breast and begins to give it equal attention, his hand snaking down between our bodies at the same time until it’s between my legs. I feel two fingers slide under the thin strip of satin, soaked and jammed between the lips of my pussy, hissing when he pulls the material free.
He murmurs around my nipple. “You’re so wet.” His fingers stroke the seam of my core, then push inside, a low moan my only response when he begins to pump them in and out of me in slow thrusts. The combination of his mouth on my breasts and his fingers in my pussy have me barreling toward an orgasm within seconds. I’m on the brink, looking over the edge, my hips arching off the floor to grind against his hand when Fin is suddenly gone.
The loss of his touch sends a gasp echoing through the room. “Don’t stop!” I reach for him as he sits back on his knees, my voice almost shrill with need.
He chuckles, his fingers grasping onto the lace edges of my thong where it sits on my hips. “I’m just getting started, baby.” Then he yanks, ripping the delicate material off my body, the silk lace floating in the air when he tosses it aside. He doesn’t waste any time lining his cock up to my opening, plunging into me in one hard stroke, his hips slamming against mine. We both groan our relief at finally joining, then again when he slides almost out of me, surging forward to bury himself deep inside me again. He continues this rhythm, our mouths fused together as our tongues thrash in time to his thrusts, only a few minutes passing when I feel my orgasm start to crest again.
“I’m going to come, Fin.” I pant between his strokes, my core tightening like a spiral, my nails digging into his back.
“Come, baby.” He huffs into my ear, his breath a wet heat. “Come with me.” His hips piston into me one final time, both of us crying out as I feel him explode inside of me, my own body shattering into a thousand tiny pieces around him.
An hour later, we’re still curled up under the Christmas tree, a blanket Fin stole off our bed covering us both. I stare at the lights twinkling above us, and then down to the one twinkling on my hand and smile. I know this is the beginning of our happily ever after and feel my heart swell with joy as I snuggle deeper into Fin’s arms. “I love you. Thank you for giving me forever.”
And they lived happily ever after….