Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
“You two are so cute it’s sickening, but as much as I love you both, Elias and I are going to leave. We’ve hit our quote of parent PDA.”
Cole and I laugh as the couple stand from their spot on the loveseat across from us.
He kisses the back of my hand over my princess cut diamond wedding ring and matching band, and I squeeze his inner thigh where my hand rests.
We’re cozied up on the couch by the fire in Cole’s living room—our living room now as of a month ago.
I moved in after our elopement in Vegas.
One that Holly and Elias were in attendance for.
“We have not been that bad,” I chide. “And are you really starting the mom thing again? I thought we were past that.” I grin at my best friend as she comes over to hug us goodbye, her now fiancé on her heels.
I stand to meet her and our arms wrap around each other. “You’re married to my dad; I can call you whatever I want, Step Mommy.”
I roll my eyes and push her away. “Okay, stepdaughter.”
She screws up her face and we both snort. “Okay fine. Vix it is.” She kisses my cheek. “I’ll text you tomorrow so we can meet up for brunch.”
“Sounds good.”
She moves to hug her dad and say Merry Christmas. He kisses the top of her head and my heart warms at their relationship. When we told Holly we got together, we kept out the part about us fucking in Santa’s Village then sneaking out, having to dodge security guards.
We told her we got a late dinner after I told Cole what I wanted for Christmas, and it evolved from there.
It took her some time to get used to us, but Cole was right.
Holly was happy for me, for her dad. And she’s still my best friend and has a great relationship with Cole.
Not to mention she has the love and support of Elias, who proposed on Valentine’s Day earlier this year. That made things easier.
After the two of them are gone and it’s just Cole and I, the crackling fire lighting the stockings hanging from the tinsel covered mantel, I decide it’s time to give my husband his Christmas gift.
He’s done everything he said he was going to do for me and more in the last year, and while I show him every day that I love and appreciate him and all he does for me, tonight is special. Our one-year anniversary.
He passed on his Santa duties tonight so we could be together, another guy filling in for him. That means we have nowhere to be, and now we’re all alone.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a peppermint I put there earlier, waiting for this exact moment. Cole looks away from the fire and down at me when he hears the crinkling wrapper.
His brown eyes spark in the firelight and he raises one of his dark brows. “Hungry, wife?”
I pop the peppermint in my mouth and sit up on the couch so I can see him better. “Just a little treat,” I tease.
“Did you bring one for me?”
I shift so I’m straddling his lap. I’m wearing the same velvet dress I was last year at Cole’s request, this time with no stockings and my feet bare. The fabric rides up my legs at the new position and Cole places his hands on my hips, the question he asked still written on his handsome features.
“No,” I make small movements over his hardening cock beneath me. “But I’m willing to share.”
Cole growls and dives in without pause. His lips seal to mine like they have so many times before. This kiss isn’t gentle, it’s demanding and hard. My mouth opens to him, and the peppermint passes easily to his mouth.
He moans at the flavor, and soon passes it back to me.
The kiss goes on until our lips are sticky and I’m grinding over his cock, making sure he’s ready for what I’m about to do.
When the peppermint dwindles down to near nothing, I pull back.
Cole chases my swollen lips for more, but I press a hand against his hard chest.
“Vixen,” he groans. “I need you, baby.”
“I need you too.”
He dives in but I tut, holding him back. He opens his mouth to speak again but I press my fingers against his sticky lips.
“Let me play first.”
His cock pulses beneath me and it’s all the answer I need that I can keep going.
His eyes simmer and I peck his lips before kissing down his neck.
I suck over his pulse point and with the bit of peppermint still in my mouth, I leave a messy, minty trail.
When I reach his chest, I pull at the buttons of his shirt.
“Ruin it, baby. You know I like you naughty.”
Arousal floods my pussy at his words, and with all my strength I pull. Buttons fly, exposing his chest and stomach to me. I kiss over his nipples then suck them.
Cole gasps, no doubt from the peppermint cooling his skin.
I smile and continue to play, undoing his belt and zipper before sliding off his lap until I’m kneeling between his parted legs.
When I look up at my husband, I’m reminded of when I sucked his fat cock last year.
How he looked like a king in his Santa suit.
He was hot then, and he’s hot now. His red button down torn and parted, black slacks open, and cock tenting the fabric.
I rub my palms over his knees, crushing the remaining peppermint between my teeth, the sharp taste cooling my tongue.
Cole watches with hooded eyes, his hands fisted near his thighs as if he’s trying to hold himself back from taking me.
Wordlessly, I dip one of my hands in the opening of his pants, wrapping my fist around his throbbing shaft. My hand is warm but his cock is scorching, and he groans at my touch.
“Take it out, baby.”
His impatient command zips down my spine. I could torture him some more, but I want my mouth on his cock as much as he does.
I free his shaft, the broad head already red and weeping. I sit up so my mouth hovers over the crown, and I blow a cooling breath over the top.
“Fuck,” Cole grunts.
I grin at him as I pump his length, reveling in the feel of his pulsing vein beneath my hand. I blow over his head again, teasing him with a taste of what’s to come.
His cock twitches in my hand and I finally give in to temptation, licking the translucent pre-cum that’s collected at his slit.
Cole moans and I do it again, twirling my peppermint coated tongue over his head, before sucking him into my mouth like I would a candy cane.
“Yes, baby. Feels so good.”
His encouragement spurs me on, and I shift forward on my knees, placing both my hands on his thighs so I can take more of him in my mouth. Cole’s hand finds my hair but he doesn’t push me down. Over the last year I’ve gotten very good at deepthroating him, and I know exactly what he likes.
His cock fills my mouth as I slide down inch by inch. The heat of him, the salt of his skin, and the peppermint on my tongue is a unique flavor I want more of. I hollow my cheeks and Cole grunts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I glance up at him and see his pinched face. Pleasure and maybe a bit of pain written over his features like the page of a story. His shaft twitches on my tongue and I love that he’s so close to coming already. It makes me feel powerful.
I pull back against his hand, and he lets me come up. I take his tightening sac in my hands and play with it, twirling my tongue over the tip again.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” I say between licks. “Describe it to me.”
His fingers grip the tips of my hair, and his hips lift slightly, chasing more.
“Like fire and ice. I don’t—” I take more of him in my mouth. “Oh fuck! Like—like there’s sparks against my cock.”
I slide back down his dick until he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around him.
“Fuck!” He cries. “Just like that. Fuck your face on my cock, baby.”
I move up then down, the remaining peppermint creating more salvia as I go. His hand cups the back of my head again, urging me to take him as deep as I can go. My nose touches his pelvis, and I hold there until I need air.
When I slide off to breathe, I wrap my hand around the base, planning to jack him until he comes on my face and tits. But Cole has other ideas.He leans forward and takes my chin, kissing my messy mouth until we’re both gasping for air. When he pulls back, he leans his forehead against mine.
“I need to lick you, then I need to fuck you.”
I tug on his beard. “Is that your Christmas wish?”
“My Christmas miracle.”
I speak my yes, and Cole guides us to the carpeted floor.
He kisses down my body like a wild beast until he’s between my legs.
He pushes up my dress and rips my underwear off like he did last year.
His rough tongue lashes my clit and the peppermint that still lingers on it from our kiss creates the fire and ice effect he described to me.
Cole places my legs over his shoulders and he continues to devour. Eating me up and cleaning every last drop of my arousal before more floods through me. He fucks me with his tongue and then his fingers until I come, squirting over his hand like he’s trained me to do.
“Such a good little slut for me,” he praises as he licks up my cum, working me through my orgasm. He smacks my inner thighs so I look at him. “Are you ready for your husband’s fat cock now?”
“Yes, Cole. Please. I need it.”
He nips at my clit. “I know, baby. Naughty girls like you need to be stuffed full.”
I almost came again from his words but I’m thankful I don’t. Because when I come next, I’m coming on his cock.
Cole kicks his pants and shirt off, flipping me over, flat onto my belly with my legs straight. The hem of my dress is near my breasts, and I tilt my ass in the air for him. He spanks me on each cheek twice before he parts my thighs with his hand, exposing my fluttering opening to him.
“So fucking needy for me.”
“Yes!”
He smacks my ass harder, then straddles me, sheathing his cock inside me in one long stroke. We both groan in pleasure at the joining, his forearms bracketing my head as he pistons his hips into me. The way I’m positioned with my legs together makes me an even tighter sleeve for him.
Cole’s lips are near my ear, and I hear every grunt and moan of his pleasure. He never holds back his noises from me nor I from him.
“You like that, baby? Like my cock filling you full?”
He thrusts hard, and if he weren’t over me, I’m positive I would have shifted forward with the force of it.
“Yes!” I cry. “Fuck me, Cole. Make me feel you for days.”
He ruts into me, his hips slapping against my ass. I cry out and whine for more and he gives it to me, every one of his thrusts deeper and lovelier than before.
I feel my orgasm working through my body like a wave, each of his thrusts hitting just the right spot inside me. He’s the only partner that has ever made me come vaginally, and the only one who ever will. Forever.
“Your pussy is choking me,” Cole grunts. “Come, baby. Come all over my cock.”
I scream on his final thrust, the strength of my orgasm sending him over the edge, my name on his lips as he stuffs me full of his cum.
I revel in the heat of it, the weight of him on my back as my pussy milks him dry.
I love the sensation of it even more now that I’ve stopped taking my birth control—a Christmas gift to each other that Cole and I decided on together.
I can only hope that next Christmas Eve we’ll be holding a new miracle in our arms, and our little family will be expanding.
After a time, Cole moves us, wrapping his body around me so my head is on his chest. I listen to the steady beat of his heart before gazing up at him with all the love I can muster.
“Thank you, Cole.”
“For what, baby?”
“For being my Christmas miracle.”
He kisses me softly, sweetly, his own love for me pouring through the kiss. “No Vixen.” He hugs me closer. “Thank you for being mine.”