Page 17 of Oh Holy Knight

Every day with you is the best.

I give her another kiss and this time she throws her arms around my neck and gives me a squeeze.

“Goodnight, Uncle Ni Ni. I love you.”

Oh, my girl, I wish you knew how much I truly love you.

“Goodnight my little Anna Banana,” I rasp. She unwinds her arms from my neck, and I tuck her in again, giving her one last kiss before whispering, “Love you more.”

She smiles as I flick the switch on the lamp. The dim light of her unicorn nightlight filters through the room and she closes her eyes. I linger at the side of her bed for a moment, watching as she makes herself comfortable, then I meander toward the door. Leaving it slightly ajar, I glance over my shoulder and mouth the words I love you once again. Tucking Anna in every night is my favorite part of the day.

When I finally find the courage to tear myself away from her room, I push my fingers through my hair and start down the hallway. I should head down the stairs and move that fucking elf, but instead I make a beeline to mine and Carrie’s bedroom. As I draw closer I hear her singing along to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You and the corners of my mouth twitch with a grin.

She doesn’t hear me enter the room and I take advantage of the moment, allowing myself to slowly drink her in. Fresh out of the shower, her wet hair is wrapped up in a towel on top of her head. She wears a short robe knotted loosely around her waist and nothing else. The silk slides from her shoulder as she turns, reaching for a roll of wrapping paper and one perfect tit falls out.

Finally, a present for Nico!

Pushing off the doorjamb, I pad toward her, my bare feet stepping on bows, tags and tissue paper along the way. Just as I reach her, Carrie turns back to with the roll of wrapping paper tucked under her arm and her tit still on display.

“Do you see the scissors or the tape?”

I drop to my knees in front of her as she feels around the floor for the missing crap. I’d help her if I wasn’t so focused on her pert nipple—hard and begging for my mouth.

“Are you sitting on it?” she asks, lifting her eyes to mine. I lower my gaze back to her breast and reach out, palming the luscious mound. My thumb rolls over her nipple, hardening even more at the simple touch.

“Am I sitting on what?” I reply as I drop my free hand to the belt of the robe. My fingers work the knot loose as my other hand continues to caress her tit.

“I…um…oh,” she murmurs.

The knot finally comes undone and the robe slips from her other shoulder, exposing her both breasts. An animalistic groan sounds from the back of my throat as my gaze lowers, taking in the faint lines that mar her stomach—a result of her pregnancy with Anna.

I love those fucking lines.

My eyes travel even lower, to the v between her legs—bare, pink and mine.

I love that too.

“Nico…” she whispers, drawing my attention back to her face. Her tongue peeks out and slides over her lips as she leans back on her elbows and stretches out her legs, kicking a present out of the way. “See something you like?” she taunts, crossing one leg over the other. The robe slides down her arms, revealing even more skin and my dick strains against the confines of my sweats.

I lower my hand, pressing the heel of my palm against my cock.

Patience.

“You could say that,” I grunt, watching as she uncrosses her legs and opens them for me. I lick my lips and my gaze moves between her legs. “You can definitely say that.”

“Is Anna asleep?” she whispers as she slides her hand down the front of her body, pausing between her thighs. She flattens her hand against her pussy before her middle finger slides between her lips. I swallow hard, completely enraptured by the way she slowly strokes herself.

Damn.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping,” I say, dragging the hem of my t-shirt up my abs and over my head. Tossing it behind me, I crawl between her legs and brace my hands on each side of her head.

“I guess I’m not wrapping presents anymore,” she whispers, as a soft mewl escapes her lips. I reach between us and shove her hand away from her pussy, replacing her fingers with mine.

Her moans belong to me and only me.

“Much better,” she moans, lifting her ass off the floor.

The wrapping paper crunches underneath us as she moves in sync with my hand. I lower my head and take her nipple between my teeth.

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