Chapter 28
No brunettes. No blondes.
Nick
Not a twinge of coldness marred her angelic face. This time was different than the last, and she knew it as well as I did.
Quiet quilted the room, her cheeks blushed a soft pink like those of Mrs. Claus.
Her eyes roamed over my body, comfortably, seductively.
Either her brain had turned to mush with the orgasm she had just experienced, or the frigidity that had been consuming her body, heart, and soul for the better part of our marriage had spread to her tongue.
A smile danced on the corners of my lips, though, because it wasn’t any of that. In fact, as I watched her teeth rake over her lower lip, I gave her a languid expression. “I’m no stranger to that feeling, Candy cane.” Genuine cockiness seeped through my statement.
“What feeling would that be?”
“The feeling of longing tingling all over your body.” I angled my head, my eyes never once leaving her downcast ones.
“But you don’t have to feel that way, do you?
I married a wise woman who knows that she can come and take what she wants at any given time.
I’d give you the fucking world, but for now, compromise?
” I offered her a hand to join me where I sat underneath the Christmas tree.
Her eyes widened as she stared at my hand, never moving to actually take it. “Are you offering yourself up as my Christmas present?” She cleared her throat. “You are under the tree, after all. So, what is the meaning of it?”
I left my hand out for her to take, which she would do…
eventually. Meanwhile, my other one was occupied stroking my hard cock.
I needed the relief, but I also needed to know that I wouldn’t come within seconds of being inside of her.
Candy’s hole was tight, ridiculously so.
It was like being with a virgin, only worse, because I was never prepared enough to sink into her to my death.
Not that I would have minded such a death.
That would have been some way to be connected for life.
For fuck’s sake, my arm was going to fall asleep before she followed my cue and straddled my lap like a good girl. “The way I see it, you have two choices.”
Her tongue darted out, licking her top lip, then her bottom one before disappearing back in her mouth.
Her throat strained with a rather intense swallow.
She was stubborn and defiant. All of those things were muffled by the arousal that was drying on her inner thighs from where it had seeped out of her earlier.
Her pussy was swollen and glistening. She needed relief.
Again. One orgasm had never been enough for Candy, so I wasn’t shocked that was the case now.
“Either you stay there and watch me masturbate, or you come here and sit in Daddy’s lap,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion and desire.
She leisurely walked over to me, taking my hand and straddling me as I gave my hand a break, resting one of them on her hip while I ran the other up her bare leg.
Toned, tanned with that bronzer crap she praised, and all mine.
Every inch of her was mine. Fool, you are.
You’re giving it all up, remember? Some other man is going to be able to play her body like a fiddle.
My brain could whisper anything it wanted to me, but I was going to remain totally present.
Screw it, you know? I’d wanted this, wanted my wife in my arms, in my lap, like this, smiling, a laugh teasing her face, for as long as I could remember.
I wasn’t going to shoot it straight to hell just because of something stupid.
Flattening a palm on my chest, two fingers sprawled around my nipple, she arched her back. Her pussy was so close to my head. “Would now be the time to tell you what I want for Christmas?” she asked.
“I’m all ears.”
Her gaze was on my nipple as she brushed it, and I grabbed her finger, pulling it off me and dragging it through the arousal running down my cock.
Bringing her finger toward her mouth, she parted her lips.
I groaned, my expression darkening as I watched her take her entire finger in her mouth and suck me off.
“As salty as the popcorn we strung on our tree the first Christmas we spent together.”
I leaned in and laid a peck on her lips, tasting both of us. “What do you want for Christmas?” I asked, nudging my chin as I waited for her answer.
“You,” she answered, her warm breath hitting me as the heat from her pussy practically radiated off of her.
She lined me up at her entrance, and I flexed my fingers on her hips, my muscles bunching.
“It’s been a while, but we never used to have anything between us.
” Her voice was small and sweet, almost like she feared I’d want to put a barrier on me, to prevent us from fully feeling each other and enjoying this.
My gaze shot over to her blonde hair that sparkled, catching my eyes.
I ran a hand through it, letting the strands slip through my fingers as her body shuddered, her breathing becoming choppy.
“You’re right. So, if you’re okay with it, I don’t want a condom.
” I held her chin between my fingers, my thumb pressing in the curve on her chin.
“You know I haven’t been unfaithful. I would never do something like that to you. ”
“No brunettes?”
“No brunettes. No blondes. No one at all, do you hear me?”
“Nick, I already know that. I’m only messing with you.” A light chuckle escaped her, and I laughed as well. “We may have our issues, but we would never—”
“You don’t need to say it,” I said, placing a finger on her lips to silence her.
She nodded and sank down, her heat welcoming me in inch by inch. I struggled to find the breath in my lungs, practically gasping for air. She felt so tight and soft. More than those things, though, she felt familiar.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, angling her head as she took more of me.
It felt like coming home again.
“Take your time,” I said, trying to comfort her as I bent my head, ready to take her nipple in my mouth to distract her from the initial pain of sitting on my cock.
She laughed through an exhale. “Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t impress me, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big you are.”
“My ego is confused whether that’s a compliment or not. It’s going to take it as one anyway.” Those were the last words I spoke before taking her nipple in my mouth and nipping at the sensitive area.
Sweat trickled down my spine as she held on to me, and I held on to her hips, making sure that I held her up as long as she needed that. I didn’t want her to take all of me until she was ready.
She sank lower.
And lower.
She was almost there, but not quite, and I was growing impatient. I wanted her to be comfortable, but I also wanted to end my own torture. Every part of me was sweating, waiting for the moment that she sank all the way down and buried me to the hilt.
Her typical hard-nosed demeanor and serious eyes softened, her chest heaving as her nipple moved in my mouth, my teeth grazing it with the action.
Finally, she was sitting all the way on me, my cock deep inside her. I freed her nipple with a pop and peered between us. It was difficult to see where she started and I ended, which was all I ever wanted. In every regard. “Look at us.”
She did, sweat glistening on her chest, her face also glowing. “We fit.”
“Did you forget that we always have?”
I didn’t get a verbal response from her. Instead, it came in the form of her rocking her hips, a little at first before she began to really get into the groove of it.
Her tits bounced every time she came back down, and I pinched a nipple with my finger.
The first time she gasped.
The second time she moaned.
This last time, she outwardly fucking cried, my name on the tip of her tongue, I was sure of it.
“How does that feel?” I asked, already knowing the answer. What could I say? I liked to hear it fall from her lips.
“Yes,” she cried, a squeak coming out at the end.
She was barely holding it together, her eyes fluttering closed.
I continued pinching her nipple on the downward motion, but as soon as she moved up, I stroked her clit, making her head fall back in pleasure.
The column of her neck was too tempting for me not to give in and do exactly what I had been wanting to do—lick it.
“You’re doing so good, Candy, riding me like I’m a Clydesdale.”
A smile played on her lips, and I began rocking into her too, moving my hips quickly and making sure I hit the exact spot she needed—
“Ohhh.” The word was drawn out for what seemed like hours but was really only a couple of thrusts. “More,” she insisted, her tone hostile.
She was almost ready. I could feel it. I could see it. I knew her like the back of my hand, and she was going to come for me. She just needed a little push. “That’s my wife. Come for me. Come on Daddy’s lap. In this position, you’re going to be all over me, marking my cock with your arousal.”
Her lips parted on a gasp, her eyes flaring wide open before becoming slits, practically closing. “Your words,” she said, her voice faltering.
I knew what they were doing to her. The dirty way I spoke when we were this close, this intimate with one another, always sent her tumbling over the edge.
My spine tingled.
Our mutual rocking became inconsistent. I picked up where she left off and vice versa.
My heart went wild, beating so hard I thought it’d leap out of my chest and fall between us, right into our laps.
She mewled. Loudly.
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back, but she was incredibly tight, and my mind was starting to go blank.
I pressed my thumb to her clit. Hard. Simultaneously, I grabbed her breast, squeezing it before taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking on it.
My cheeks hollowed with how hard I was sucking it.
That was all she needed, causing her to flutter around me.
Son of a bitch. It was painfully tight. That was it. I was going to die.
My muscles were taut, trying my best to continue to rock until they grew lazy. Finally, I grunted and arched. Motherfucker. I came violently, spilling every last bit inside her. Then I barely thrust, it was so slow, before I lifted her off of me.
I laid down, and she followed my lead, lying partially on top of me and nuzzling into my side. I draped an arm around her, holding her there, and placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head.
“I’m going to cancel our annual Christmas Eve party.” The assertive statement sliced through the air like the rocket launcher I had received for Christmas when I was five. “I’d ask if that’s okay with you, but I have a feeling you don’t care very much.”
I absentmindedly rubbed my thumb over her arm, loving the way she sagged into me. This was the closest we had been lately. She’d never let me hold her like this. It was something I didn’t feel like taking for granted. “I’ll have a good cry, but then, no, it’s not going to be a loss for me.”
Loss was knowing that I could lose her because I was an idiot.
I hated even considering myself an idiot. Was it possible I was no better than millions of men around the world? The prospect was so mundane that I could hardly tolerate it.
She heaved a sigh, her entire body rising before inevitably falling back. “I think I’d like to stay here for a while.” That would be perfectly fine with me. “If not forever,” she mumbled so quietly that had I not been completely tuned into her, I might have missed it entirely.
“I may not care about the party, but you do, and you’ve put a lot of time and effort into it.”
She shifted her head, tucking her hair behind her ear so it stopped falling in front of her face.
God, I loved the way she let her hair down, literally and figuratively.
“You could argue that we’ve put a lot into this marriage, and I messed that up too.
” Her fingers slowly grazed over my chest as she toyed with my hair.
“That’s selfish of you.” I pressed my hand over hers on my chest. “Marriage is like sex. It takes two to screw it up.”
“I suppose I can’t take all of the credit.” She sighed. “You aren’t the easiest person to be married to.”
I laughed as she moved completely, her tits grazing me before she got comfortable again. It was impossible not to notice that her nipples were hard again, and I could attest to the workings of the fireplace. It wasn’t chilly in here. “You’re sure about canceling the party?”
“One hundred percent.”
I brought my hand to the back of her neck, massaging the area before heading up to her scalp and back down again. I could feel her body relaxing. “If this is about tonight…” I wasn’t sure why I was pushing back so hard against something I actually didn’t give a shit about.
I’d been to enough of these parties, thrown enough of these parties, to last me a lifetime. One that I knew would mean absolutely nothing without Candy in it.
Fantastic. I was going to start writing poetry now. Maybe it could be another hobby. A terrible one at that.
She tried shaking her head. “It’s not. It’s about me not wanting to put on a show for anyone anymore. I want to cancel it, that’s all there is to it.”
Her shoulders went rigid, and I furrowed my brows. “What aren’t you saying?” I asked, tapping her forehead as she tried to bury her head even further into me, moving up to my neck now.
“I feel lighter somehow. If that makes any sense.”
“I know what you mean. You said you’ve missed me, but I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve never been far.” She threw the words back in my face.
My chest tightened with a feeling I hadn’t felt in a while. It was satisfaction with everything I had. It seemed that Candy and her happiness were crucial parts of my feeling content.
Contentment came in a lot of forms, and mine came in the form of my wife. My life. We’d lost our way, but it would seem we found our way back.
“I told you that I’d become someone I didn’t fully recognize.” She was being cautious in her words, choosing them carefully. She didn’t need to do that with me. She should have known that at this point. “Did you…did you see it?”
“Hard not to notice everything about the woman I vowed to spend eternity with.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Would you have listened if I had?”
“Maybe.” Nope, that wasn’t the right answer. “But also probably not.” Now we were getting warmer. “There’s only one thing that would make this better.”
“Hmm?”
“Gingerbread cookies.” There was laughter dancing in her throat.
After everything I’d endured this holiday season with gingerbread men, it was safe to say that I couldn’t stand them. I was grateful that she had zero baking abilities, as did I. “Oh, bite your tongue.”