Epilogue Krampus, Baby #2
“New things are good.” Immy licks her lips and wriggles under me. “Got any ideas?”
“Maybe.”
I STRETCH OUT, HANDS and knees, slowly swaying as Artie stands behind me. I feel his eyes on me, and my pussy drips, hot under his long, savoring gaze.
With two fingers, I reach back and spread wide, insatiable urges building.
Artie bends and gives my center one long lick before sheathing himself inside me in one swift push. His cock lodges snug in my pussy, and my walls grip tight, wanting to stay full.
“Such a sweet pussy. Wants me to stay,” Artie grunts, thrusting with shallow strokes to keep his cock packed inside of me. Even with short thrusts, wet, hungry sounds fill the bedroom on every thrust.
Artie resists the grip of my walls for a few seconds, hands planted on my ass, rocking away from me as I groan in protest, then we both moan in delight when I’m full again.
Artie’s fingers briefly join his cock, stretching me wider still, but he doesn’t keep his hand there.
He uses his fingers to scoop out the thick, slippery juice that coats my walls and keeps dripping out of me.
I feel him rub it on the tight, puckered ring, and I push my ass up higher, face down lower, craving more exploration, more ways to be full of him.
His fingertips tease, circle, and nudge while his cock works faster and faster. “Want this?” he whispers.
“Inside?”
“Want me to finger this tight little hole while I take care of your perfect little pussy?”
“Ohh, yes. God, yes, I want to try all the things,” I hiss.
His slick finger slips inside with a struggle. For a moment, I gasp and still, unsure how much I like the new sensation.
The friction of his cock rocking deep inside of me rubs against the pressure of his finger, and the world spirals in pleasure. If there were a way to have his cock in my mouth at the same time, I would. I let out a long, low groan. “I love being filled by you.”
“I love filling you.”
“If you had two cocks, I’d like one in each opening,” I sigh, pleasure washing away any hesitations I have about telling Artie my newfound desires. My darkest desires.
Artie loves all parts of me, light, dark, sweet, and kinky.
“They make toys for that, honey. We’ll get you one. We’ll get you everything you want.”
“You can use it, too. You loved when I was filling you up while sucking your cock.”
“That perfect mouth. So naughty, but so nice.”
“I know how to share. In nice ways and naughty,” I moan and reach back to rub my pussy.
“You’re already tightening up, babe. You going to come again so soon? So fast?”
“Uh-huh!” I squeak, eyes closed so I can concentrate on the twin sensations of fullness and the sharper, brighter sensation of my fingers on my clit.
Artie bends down, chest against my back, his arm trapped between us. I know it’s too soon in my cycle to get pregnant, so I hesitate before reminding him about the condom.
“Protection?” I whisper.
“In a second. Want you to come first.”
“I’d come faster if you came inside me. I want to feel you burst. This time in my pussy. Next time in my ass,” I declare with a sudden boldness.
“Anything you say, Mrs. Taylor.” Artie bites my shoulder softly.
I go limp against the bed, muscles unspooling. There’s something primal about being stuffed full, bitten, and feeling his seed dripping inside of me...
“You want my cum? Tell me again, my sweet little wife. My sexy superhero,” Artie holds himself in deep as I spasm.
“I want every drop.” I shudder around Artie, pussy pounding and pulsing in climax. I can feel him swell inside of me, and I shimmy impatiently, wanting him to mark me as his own.
“You can have every drop. Every bit of me, forever,” Artie cries, and pumps his load inside of me, three short, thick bursts that practically make me come again.
“Oh, wow.” I bury my face in the mattress, sinking under Artie’s limp-legged weight as it rests on me.
“I’ll see your ‘wow’ and raise you an ‘oh, baby.”
As if on cue, I hear Laurel let out a sleepy cry. “Ma!”
“Speaking of baby... She wants you,” Artie pants.
“Dada da! Da! Ma!”
“She wants us both,” I sigh. “We have a very smart little girl.”
“Takes after you,” we both say at once, and we laugh.
“She’s got some crazy timing—but our timing always works out, too,” Artie sighs, slowly easing out of me.
“Sure does.” I think about that, and the mind boggles.
“Have I ever told you I don’t believe in luck?
I mean, I’m lucky to have you, but there is no way we weren’t meant to be.
And... and everything we went through had to happen to put us together, in the right place, at the right time.
Even what happened to Laurel. If you hadn’t found her, you wouldn’t have needed me. ”
We start to struggle up, bodies protesting. Artie rubs my back, encouraging me into a sitting position, even as we drape ourselves over one another, smiling and spent.
“I would have always needed you. I just might not have known it. You know, when I was talking to some of the guys yesterday, they said some beings have a fated mate. Someone they’re just meant to be with, and the universe will put them together, no matter what.
I don’t think humans have them. Seems like krampuses don’t either.
” Artie presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist as he holds my hand.
“So us? We’re just one in a billion-million.
Star-crossed lovers whose stars had the good sense to run into each other. ”
I giggle softly. “I love the way you put things. Should we wait to go in? She might have gone back down.”
Artie nods. “Do you mind that we’re not taking a honeymoon on some tropical island?” he asks. “That we didn’t let Laurel go to Libby and Milo’s?”
I look over at Artie. Flushed, sweaty, and smiling. Mine. All mine.
“I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Maa! Dada! Daaa!”
We groan together, but it’s a happy groan. “Well, I’ll change her. But just the diaper.”
Artie pulls me to my feet and hands me my robe. “I’ll help. Come on, let’s go together.”
I beam. “Together is good.”