Page 31 of Christmas Kisses

"Oh my god, Ben, fuck me with your tongue."

My husband-to-be complies immediately, thrusting his tongue inside my hole. His thumb goes to my clit and starts twirling all around it. I feel the rising pressure in my core as my climax starts building inside me. I shamelessly grind my pussy against his face, almost smothering him.

He stops for a moment, sensing my worry, and looks directly at me. His smile is wide, and his face is all wet from my juices. He looks hot as hell, and pretty soon, I'm going to beg him to fuck me. We can make love on our honeymoon.

"Be a good girl, and come for me, Sam." He says before going back to pleasuring me.

The thrusts of his tongue finally overwhelm me, and the explosion of my climax goes through my entire body, making me scream his name to the rafters. Ben doesn't stop, though, and I feel my clit pulsating, and my pussy won't stop convulsing.

Finally, he eases up on me and then gives me a kiss on my clit. He wipes his face on my thigh and starts crawling up my body. I want this man with every fiber of my being. I want us joined together in every way possible. Once he's fully on top of me, he gives me a deep kiss.

I love tasting myself on him, and when he lifts his head, I see a wicked glint in his eyes.

"You are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, beautiful."

"Ben, I need you. Fill me up with your cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me after we fuck."

"We can go slow if you want, baby."

"Fuck me. Show me how you'll possess me once we're married."

"You're killing me here, bride-to-be." He grins.

I pull him down to me, enjoying the weight of him on top of me. He quickly shifts his weight to his forearms and traces my face with small, tender kisses. I'm having none of that. I grab his ass and squeeze it, telling him how much I want him inside me.

He chuckles and relents. I immediately feel his hard rod slide inside me, and it stretches me so much that I finally feel full. He rolls his hips in a circular motion, which helps me adjust to him properly. My hands go up and down his toned back as Ben kisses and nibbles the crook of my neck.

"Are you ready for me, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, please."

That's when the slow and steady torture begins. His pace is deliberate and measured and absolutely delicious. His bite on my neck intensifies, and I think he's marking me there, leaving a hickey. I don't care. I'll wear it proudly for all to see.

"I love you so much, Sam. I'll be a good husband to you."

My chest inflates with joy, and tears threaten to escape from the corner of my eyes. This man is so precious to me.

"I love you too, baby. We'll be together forever."

I feel his breath hitch at my words, and his pace increases. It feels like I'm in the middle of a whirlwind, and all I can do is hold on tight to him. It is not long before that coil inside me starts growing in tension, and when I can no longer hold on, it releases into an explosion that is monumental.

"Fill me up, Ben, I beg you."

His thrusts increase in speed as the love of my life fucks me senseless. Then I feel him jerk inside me, and I know that his warm cream is being deposited deep in my womb. That imagery shouldn't be so hot to me, but maybe I'm ready for a deeper connection between us.

I grab his face in between my hands and kiss him deeply. He pulls away after a few moments.

"You are my miracle, Sam."

He moves to my side and then pulls me up against him. I blush at his words and snuggle closer.

"I think I'm going off the birth control."

"You think we're ready for that?"

"I do."

"Then bring it on, my love."

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