Page 25 of New Home for the Holidays

She giggles softly and turns in my arms, her blue eyes sparkling with hope and love. “Merry Christmas,” she whispers back.

“The first of many,” I promise. It’s one I’ll keep and from the way her eyes light up, she’s counting on it. “You know,” I say casually, “I know the perfect way to start celebrating.”

“Oh?” She bites her lip coyly while her eyelashes flutter. “Andhow’s that?”

“With the taste of your perfect pussy on my tongue,” I growl and bury my face in her neck.

I kiss and nip at her skin, pulling a moan from her lips as she presses her body more firmly against mine. “Only if I can taste you as well,” she groans.

My cock was already hard but now it feels like fucking steel. I roll us, my hands gripping her hips and maneuvering her until she’s straddling my face. She leans over my body, but hovers over my mouth. I’m not sure if she’s teasing me or if she’s unsure about riding my face.

This is a new position for us, one which has my cock leaking precum. Even though I can’t see her, I’m sure she’s licking her lips with the way I feel her hungry eyes locked on my dick.

“You gonna keep teasing me, Treasure?”

There’s hesitation in her voice, “I don’t want to suffocate you.”

The grip I have on her tightens and I pull her already dripping pussy down to my mouth. My tongue spears inside of her going as deep as I can. It’s the only answer she needs.

Because if this is how I die, I’ll be a happy fucking man.

Her delicate fingers wrap around the base of my cock as her tongue glides up my shaft and circles the head. She laps at me, collecting everything my dick is eagerly offering her. I’m doing the same between her thighs.

Our moans are muffled, but I can feel her pleasure in the way her thighs flex around my head. I’m unable to help myself, my hips pumping upward and offering her more, wanting deeper in her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth.

Fuck, the way her plump lips feel around me has tingles racing over my skin. Or maybe that’s a slight lack of oxygen. But who needs it when I have her arousal coating my tongue, lips, and face?

So damn perfect.

When I suck her clit into my mouth, her hips jolt and she swallows me deeper. It’s heady, the way our pleasure and passion echoes and magnifies. Every touch feels like so much more. Every swipe feels like it’s going to send us careening over the edge.

My balls draw up tight as I hit the back of her throat and my woman’s body tenses. We groan together, our orgasms happening simultaneously. The aftershocks of our pleasure wreak havoc on our bodies, and I can hear her swallowing down every jet of my cum.

When we’re both wrung out and she becomes too sensitive to handle the way I’m gently lapping at her, she gingerly climbs off my face and collapses onto the bed. I turn and pull her against me, taking in the dreamy smile on her face and the way her eyes are glazed over with satisfaction.

“I love you, Treasure,” the words come out between panting breaths.

The smile she graces me with is glorious and hits me right in the middle of my chest. My words aren’t nearly enough. She’s so much more than simple words. She’s a feeling of perfection, of home.

I had no idea I would be able to feel this again, to find this again. But I have. With her.

It’s all because of her.

I’m incapable of tearing my eyes away from her as we shower and get the day started. We cook breakfast together, moving around each other with ease. Whenever she catches me watching her, the smile she gives me is soft and full of knowing.

When it’s time to open gifts, my palms start to sweat. We took a major step last night by admitting how we feel about each other and I’m so glad we did. It makes me a little more confident about the gift I got her, but I’m still a little worried about it.

I’m asking her to give me her trust completely and take a leap I can only hope she’s ready to make.

The smile on her face as she hands me my gift while she pets Roscoe, who is all about his new mistress, has a hint of the nervousness I’m feeling in it. I untie the ribbon and look down at what’s inside. The front of the little booklet reads ‘Coupons for the Love of my Life’ and a lump forms in my throat.

She was going to tell me today, no matter what, the same way I was planning to. I chuckle softly and give her a look full of love and adoration. She’s everything.

It’s clear the coupon book is handmade and as I look through there are some very spicy options, but also ones which make my heart clench. When I get to the one that says, ‘One trip to Jasper Ridge’, I can’t stop staring at it.

“I hope we can go to Jasper Ridge soon. I’d really like to meet your dad and thank him for raising such an incredible man. I want to thank him for helping you find your way to me because I know he had a hand in it even if you couldn’t feel it at the time. He needs to know that I’ll love you for the rest of our lives and he can rest easy.”

“Fuck, Treasure,” I rasp and pull her into my lap. I take her lips in a kiss filled with gratefulness and awe. “Thank you. We’llgo for spring break,” I promise and revel in the way her face lights up.

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