Chapter 3NOAH
Chapter Three
Noah and Emma
NOAH
“I’m glad we kept the main fireplace a wood-burning one.
There’s just something about the crackling noise that is so comforting.
” Emma snuggles under the blanket on the couch as she sips her hot chocolate.
The lights from the Christmas tree and fire give the living room a warm glow as I add another log to the flame.
“I definitely wanted to keep it. We have electric in Florida and in all the bedrooms here, so I like to have at least one fireplace where I can have fun making a fire.” I stoke the embers and watch the flames go higher.
Standing back, I put the fire poker back on the stand and smile at the picture on the mantle.
I made sure to get a picture of us with Mr. and Mrs. Claus before we left.
I wanted Emma to have a memory of today.
Besides, if he is the real deal, it’s always nice to be reminded of proof that magic still does exist.
I walk back to the couch and settle down next to her, taking a sip of my bourbon as we enjoy the warmth filling the room. The weather dropped tonight, and snow is expected tomorrow. Looks like Emma will get that white Christmas she’s been wanting.
I feel the bourbon warming my insides as I finish the rest of my drink.
“You know,” Emma says, taking the candy cane out of her hot chocolate and wrapping those beautiful lips around it. She slowly takes it in as she sucks on it. “I’ve heard candy canes can be quite enjoyable.” She swirls it around her tongue, and her green eyes hold a naughty gleam to them.
“Is that right?” I feel my dick twitch as I watch the candy disappear again in her mouth.
“Mm-hmm.” She eyes the front of my grey sweats, which I’m fully straining against now. Taking the empty drink from my hand, she places it on the table next to her mug before settling on her knees in front of me.
My heart beats fast against my chest as I watch the candy cane with envy.
She keeps it between her lips as her hands free me from my shirt first and then my pants.
Wrapping her hand around me, her green eyes never leave mine as she does an agonizing slow stroke down the length of me.
I see the hunger blaze in them when my tip gets coated.
A sexy smile plays on her lips, and I hold my breath as she takes the candy cane from between her lips and swirls it over me, covering it with my arousal.
I’m unable to break eye contact as I watch my wife suck the peppermint treat clean.
My dick throbs painfully at the sight as she enjoys her sweet.
“Fuck, Em. I’ve never wanted to be a candy cane so much in my life,” I say in a strained voice. I fist my hand around myself to try and ease the ache as I stroke long and hard.
“It’s time for your turn.” She sets the candy on the table behind her and replaces my hand with her mouth. Peppermint immediately touches my skin, and I moan at the tingling sensation as she brings me further into her mouth.
“Jesus.” I lean back on the couch and close my eyes to the sheer force of the sensations she sends throughout my body. My hands dive into her hair, and a moan vibrates against her lips as she takes me deeper to the back of her throat.
The menthol has heightened my senses as the cooling sensations weave around my cock.
I feel close to the edge as my body strains against her movements.
Lifting my hips slightly, I meet her halfway as I bury myself deeper between her lips.
She tightens around me, and when I hit the back of her throat, that’s all it takes for my body to release inside her.
A low growl escapes me as she greedily swallows it all.
My chest heaves as I try and catch my breath. She licks me clean and releases me with a soft pop from her lips as she sits back on her heels. Her eyes meet mine, and I can tell she’s aroused by the way her cheeks are flushed and the heat pooling in the depths of her greens.
“My turn,” I breathe, hauling her up and crushing my lips to hers. The mint coats my tongue as I tangle with hers. I lift her shirt and break the kiss to toss it over her head. She’s braless as I hungrily look at her full breasts. I turn us, so it’s me who’s on their knees.
Grabbing the waistband of her leggings, I slide them down her legs with her thong, leaving her bare for me.
“Feet on the table.” She sits on the couch and props her feet on the table behind me, caging me in and giving me the view I wanted.
Her pink pussy is glistening and ready for me, just the way I like it.
Taking the candy cane from the table, her eyes widen as I bite off a piece and swirl it in my mouth. I lean forward and suck on a nipple, coating it with the mint. Taking a deep pull, I tug it with my mouth before releasing it. I gently blow on it, letting the menthol take effect.
“Noah,” she moans, pushing back deeper into the couch as her head falls back on the cushion, arching her breasts further in the air.
I do the other one, enjoying the way her body responds to my touch. The candy cane swirls around in my mouth as I tease her with the coolness.
Sitting back on my heels, I take in her tousled hair and swollen lips. Her eyes are hooded as she looks at me from beneath her dark lashes. I spread her legs wider for me, and a deep satisfaction rolls through me when I see her arousal coating her center.
My mouth waters at the sight as I push around the peppermint in my mouth.
“Let’s see what this candy cane can really do,” I grin wickedly when her hips buck up on their own accord as her body begs for what I’m about to do.
Bending down, I take a long swipe through her pussy, coating it with the candy still in my mouth. Blowing gently, I’m rewarded with a moan as she grips the couch pillows beside her.
“How does that feel?” I murmur against her skin and coat it some more with my tongue.
“So good,” she rasps. “I’m tingling all over.
” She gasps when my tongue goes deep. “Oh God,” she pants out, lifting her hips for me to go deeper.
My hands grab her ass as I lift her higher and fuck her with my tongue.
Her taste, mixed with the sweetness of mint, is the best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.
Her hands grip my hair and pull hard. A moan escapes me as the sting blends with pleasure. Lowering her back down, I suck two fingers, coating them with the mint still swirling around in my mouth.
“Noah…” she moans as she watches me suck my fingers.
She knows exactly what’s coming. I tease her entrance before slowly stretching her with my fingers.
I know the minute the peppermint hits her body when I hear that intoxicating moan leave her lips.
Her head falls back, and her lips part as I go deeper.
“I love seeing you this way,” I breathe. My fingers work faster and deeper as I watch her body start to surrender to me. “No matter how many times I’ve watched you come undone, in this lifetime or in the past, it’s still the single most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed.”
I lean down and twirl the mint around her swollen bud before sucking hard.
She cries out my name as she clenches my fingers tightly.
I don’t stop until every last bit of her is mine for the taking.
Her body trembles beneath my touch as her orgasm burns through her, leaving her panting heavily against the couch.
I take one last swipe with my tongue before sucking my fingers clean.
“I will never look at another candy cane the same way again,” she whispers.
“Me neither,” I grin. “We just started another tradition.”
“Definitely,” she giggles as I share my last bit of the candy piece with her in a kiss.
Wrapping us both in a warm blanket, she snuggles against me as I put on her favorite Christmas movie, Miracle on 34th Street . I shouldn’t be surprised that she loves the film about a little girl who lost the magic of Christmas only to find it again.
We enjoy the movie in silence as the fire crackles softly beside us.
My hand rests on her bare belly as she lies up against me.
Every so often, I feel a kick, and I’m always so amazed to think that my wife has a tiny human being in there that we created.
By the time the movie ends, Emma is sound asleep in my arms.
Turning off the TV, I gently untangle myself from her before I pick her up and carry her to bed. She snuggles deep into the covers with a sigh as I climb in behind her and hold her against me. I listen to her breaths even out before I close my eyes and join her in my dreams.
“You ready for another surprise?” I whisper in her ear the next afternoon as I come up behind her. I cover her eyes with my hands and lead her to the kitchen. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and after my run this morning, I ran into town to get what we needed for today.
“How many things did you plan in that head of yours,” she laughs.
“It’s our last official Christmas together, just the two of us, so I wanted to make it special. I’ve been planning for a while,” I grin against her neck. I remove my hands, and she blinks as her eyes adjust to the light.
“We’re making Christmas cookies?” She breaks out into a smile and walks over to all the ingredients laid out on the counter.
“Not just any Christmas cookies.” I hand her the recipe card I found buried deep in the Christmas decorations.
“That’s my mom’s handwriting.” She takes the card from my hand and studies it. “It’s her gingerbread cookie recipe,” she whispers. “I thought I had lost it. We used to make these every Christmas for Santa,” she says, tracing the words with her finger.
“I found it when we were going through the decorations. I had planned on looking up a recipe, but when I saw this, I remembered how they were your favorite.”
I pick up her mom’s Christmas apron from the counter and hold it up. Grinning, she bends her head slightly as I put the red strap over her before tying the strings in the back.
She smooths down the snowman on the front. “How fitting,” she laughs. “I actually look like a round snowman with this belly.”
“You are very adorable in it.” I place my hand on the round snowman from her belly and bend down for a quick kiss. “Okay, Frosty, show me what to do. Gingerbread cookies happen to be one of my favorites, too.”
“You are in for a treat then because these are the best gingerbread cookies you’ll ever taste.” Her blue eyes sparkle with excitement as she grabs the bowl and measuring cups. “We need music. Can you put on some holiday tunes?” She asks, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Of course.” I walk over to my phone and connect it to the speaker. I select a Christmas playlist, and White Christmas starts playing softly throughout the house. Rolling up the sleeves to my grey hoodie, I get to work mixing as she adds the ingredients one by one.
An hour later, the house smells like cinnamon and ginger. She pulls the trays from the oven and places them on the cooling rack.
“God, that smells amazing.”
“Wait until you try one.” She takes the spatula and puts one on a plate. Blowing on it, she breaks a piece off for me.
“I could never wait either for decorating when my mom would make cookies,” I chuckle.
“We can decorate later once they’ve cooled completely. You have to experience them warm from the oven first,” she giggles, placing the cookie in my mouth.
Sweetness mixed with spice hits my tastebuds, and I moan my approval. “These are amazing.” I reach for another bite and savor the taste again.
“I told you,” she grins and breaks off another piece.
I reach out and brush off some flour on her cheek with my thumb.
I love seeing her so happy, especially around the holidays.
I know they can be tough on her without her parents here, so I try my best to keep a smile on her face.
I watch her eyes light up when her favorite Christmas song comes on.
“Dance with me,” I say softly, taking the plate from her hand and setting it on the counter.
She unties her apron and pulls it over her head.
Smiling, she steps into my arms as Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice fills the air.
Our bodies sway to I’ll Be Home for Christmas as she lays her head on my chest.
“My mom starts playing Christmas music as soon as Halloween is over,” I laugh softly into her hair.
“So did mine,” she whispers against my shirt.
“Every time this song came on, I thought of you. I didn’t know where you were or if you were even real, but your beautiful green eyes would always appear in my mind. I would picture you sitting by the Christmas tree, listening to this same song and thinking of me.”
“…being together if only in my dreams ,” she softly sings the words swirling around us.
“Exactly,” I whisper.
“Maybe that’s why it has always been my favorite Christmas song. I would play it on repeat around the house and get this warm feeling every time I heard it. It was you I was feeling.”
“Yeah, it was me.” She buries her face deeper into my sweatshirt as I hold her tighter. Lost in our thoughts, we let the soft music wash over our bodies as we gently move together. “Look, Em, it’s snowing.”
She glances up, and a beautiful smile lights her face. The snow is coming down in white flurries surrounding us with all the windows.
“It’s like we are in our very own snow globe,” she breathes.
“It does feel like that,” I murmur against her hair.
“It’s beautiful,” she says in awe. “I don’t think this Christmas could be any more perfect.”
“Are you sure about that?” She looks up at me, and her eyes follow mine to where the mistletoe hangs in the door frame we ended up under.
Smiling, she weaves her hands around my neck and into my hair. “Kissing under the mistletoe would make it more perfect.”
“Definitely,” I breathe, bending down inches from her lips. I watch them part as her green eyes meet mine. I thread my hands under her messy bun and clasp her face with both hands.
“Kiss me,” she whispers seconds before my lips meet hers.