Bonus Epilogue
Lumi
Ten Years Later
My husband holds my hand as we drive back from our company party this year.
It was another success -just like everything my husband touches.
In fact, it might have been bigger than last year, as we’ve included my North Pole Agency workers in the party.
More people, more joy, more celebration.
But now everything is quiet and still, and my husband has The Look in his eyes that causes me to go all melty for him.
He usually has it on nights after the annual Christmas party.
Christmas has become his favorite time of year, and I swear he loves playing Santa more and more each year.
He even started growing the beard earlier this year so he could have a full-on Santa face when the time came.
And the kids love it too, all six of ours and Janie’s four, too.
And of course, I love it, but not for the same reasons the children do.
“Is your mom sure she is alright watching all ten kids this year?”
“Yeah, she says they are all going to make a massive gingerbread house to put in the middle of this year’s table when we all go over to her house for Christmas Eve. So, my little elf, we have the entire house all to ourselves for one whole day and night!”
“Oh! That sounds like a Christmas miracle in itself. Whatever should we do?”
My big burley husband laughs like you would expect a Santa to laugh before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. “Sweet little elf, I’m going to teach you all about being naughty. And nice!”
I can’t hold back my giggle as he runs his mouth down my neck and over my bare shoulder.
This year, I decided to go strapless, and it has been driving him crazy all night long.
He runs his tongue under the edge of my dress that’s holding my breasts in and buries his nose into my cleavage.
My boobs have gotten bigger since I’ve had all our children, as well as my hips, and through each change, my sweet husband has been nothing but worshipful, making me feel like a goddess and showing me how beautiful I am every day.
He finally gets fed up with the restriction of the gown and tugs the bodice down so my breasts fall out into his waiting hands and mouth. When his hot breath and wet tongue land on my hardening nipple, I gasp out and sink my fingers in his hair.
“Oh, Luka! Yes!”
I arch my back so he has better access and squeeze my thighs together to try to stave off the flood he is causing between my legs.
He makes sure each one of my breasts gets the same amount of attention before running his fingers up my thighs and finding my wet center.
I can’t fight back the moan he has been working for since he put his mouth on me.
His mouth comes up, and he finds my lips before surprising me by jerking my dress back up. I have a split second of sadness before I realize we’re home. I can tell by the line of past Christmas trees we've planted throughout the years that now surround the house in a semicircle.
“No one sees what is mine, little love.”
I squeal at his term of endearment before letting him help me out. I love it when my man gets all possessive and growly. We barely make it through the door before he is back on me. This time throwing me over his shoulder and heading…to our living room?
“I want you under the tree again, sweet elf.”
Oh!
I like the sound of that! He lays me down and grabs my dress in his hands before ripping it down the middle. “I’ll buy you another, I promise.”
He says the same thing every year, and he’s always true to his word. I always get a replica of the dress he’s torn off me the next day. He dives on me and runs his mouth over every part of me as he yanks my panties from me and kisses down my body.
Once his lips -and tongue- land on my aching flesh, my hips can’t stay still another minute as he sends me flying over the edge.
My release comes over me fast and hard as the man I love eats me like a well-loved treat he can’t wait to lap up.
By the time I come down, he’s slid into me and has me rocketing to another orgasm as we come together in a blur of lights and love and magic, and I say a little prayer for this.
I’m so thankful for the life we’ve made together, and for the love this man gives me unconditionally, and for the chance to spend another Christmas wrapped in his arms. And it's all because he opened the door to find me on his doorstep and invited me in to his home, his life, and his heart.
What a Christmas miracle and the greatest gift of my life!
The End!