Page 52 of Christmas Chaos
David’s wife dragged Josh’s fiancée out tonight to spite her husband. “Nat and Elle went into San Francisco with all the little girls to seeThe Nutcrackerbecause David went with his mom the other night and wouldn’t take Nat with him.”
“Seriously, he wouldn’t take his wife to the ballet?”
“Tradition.” I shrug.
“But it’sThe Nutcracker, well, I mean—”
“Please no jokes about how that’s your new nickname.”
She laughs, then opens her mouth to speak again. I silence her with a kiss. My soul flames as her lips meet mine. She’s not one for light, gentle kisses, but that’s what I’m aiming for.
I’m the only one who gets to control, stop, command or understand her at any one time. I bask in that role. She’s the only one who ever saw me as more than what was expected of me. She’s always been the spark to my life and I’m her counterbalance.
I brush my lips along hers, then move down towards her jaw. I nip at it, and she throws her head back. “Be with me, Tab. Close your brain for the night. I have ideas for you.”
She moans my favorite sound in the world. We haven’t had non-fertility sex in a while. Free, unscheduled non-ovulation sex. I long to bend her over couches and fuck her on our very expensive, newly renovated for the third time, kitchen counters. Water and plumbing destroyed the first kitchen, an electrical fire took out the second. She keeps saying the third one is lucky. She’s more hopeful than I am.
I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that it might be just us. There are worse things than spending the rest of my life basking in her glorious chaos. I’m mayor of Sonoma, for now, and I feel like I’m finally in service the way I’m supposed to be. And Pro/Ho finally turned a profit. Our families are healthy, Josh’s mom’s Parkinson’s seems to be at bay for the moment and everyone except Sam is happy. And everyone we’ve ever met can get pregnant just by looking at their partner except us. I need to close my brain tonight too.
I crush my mouth to hers and it’s met with her glorious, aggressive tongue. Our teeth are gnashing and clicking as we try to get closer. Her hand moves down my body and underneath my long farmer’s coat. It rests on her favorite toy.
“Looks like the Senator is up.” My dick is harder than it should be out in the open, but that’s what she does to me. Every fucking time.
I flip her around to face our house, pinning her back to my front with my forearm against her chest. I pinch her ear between my teeth and rasp. “This is what’s going to happen.” She gasps. It’s been a while since I took complete control of her, and I’m desperate for it. And I think she’s desperate to let go.
“We’re going into the house and you’re going to lose all these clothes. Then you’re going to remove mine, take my cock out and place it between those naturally full and reddish lips of yours and suck. Swallow me down until I hit the back of your throat and get to fuck your stunning face, until I’m about to spill. Then I’ll take your sexy ass upstairs and eat your pussy until you’re about to explode. At that time, I’ll flip over, and you get to ride me until my dick fills you so completely you can’t fucking speak. Ride so hard your tits can’t keep up with your hips unless I grab them and hold them hard. You get to come over and over. And I may finish between those tits or your ass. Not sure yet.” She’s breathing heavily, and my dick is ready to punch through my jeans and find the first available hole.
She rounds on me quickly, her eyes hooded and sharp. “I love a good plan. Race you.” She turns again towards the house. I smack her full, lush ass with a pointed sting. She yelps, then moans and runs towards the house. I follow quickly, making sure to unzip my coat. She’s shedding clothes as she goes. I pass her jacket and as lust-filled as I am, I just can’t leave it there. I pick it up. Then her sweater and her bra. She turns around and she’s topless on our porch. Fuck, her tits are perfect. Her large brown nipples are peaked and so hard in the chill of the evening. I want to bury myself in them. I want to fuck them until dawn. God, I want her. Thank fucking God she’s my wife and I get to do this anytime.
She cocks a hip when I get to the base of the porch stairs. “Did you just pick up my clothes?” I throw them in the house. “You didn’t have to pick up after me.”
I shrug. “It’s what I do.”
She grins. “Let’s get to the rest of what you’re going to do…”
