Chapter 9 Tannon #2
"Right there," she gasps when I focus on her clit, circling it with firm strokes. "God, yes, right there."
I seal my lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suck gently while sliding two fingers deep inside her. She's so tight, so wet, her inner walls gripping my fingers as I curl them to hit that spot that makes her back arch off the rug.
"Fuck, Tannon," she moans, her hands fisting in my hair, holding me exactly where she needs me. "Your tongue feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop."
I alternate between sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue, my fingers pumping steadily inside her.
The taste of her, the way she rocks against my mouth, the desperate sounds she makes - it's all driving me crazy.
My cock is already hard again, pressing against the rug as I focus entirely on her pleasure.
"I'm going to—" she starts, her thighs trembling around my head.
"Come for me," I growl against her pussy, the vibrations making her gasp. "Come on my tongue so I can taste how sweet you are."
I curl my fingers again, hitting that perfect spot while I suck hard on her clit, and she shatters with a cry that echoes through the cabin. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, flooding my mouth with her release as I work her through every wave of her orgasm.
"My turn," she says breathlessly, already reaching for my belt with shaking hands. "I want to taste you. I want to feel your cock in my mouth."
The explicit words from her lips send heat straight to my already aching length. I help her with my jeans, hissing when she wraps her small hand around my thick shaft.
"So hard," she murmurs, stroking me from base to tip. "So big. I love how your cock feels in my hands."
She leans down and runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, from base to head, making me groan. When she reaches the tip, she swirls her tongue around the crown before taking me into her mouth.
"Fuck, Dove," I groan, my hands gently threading through her hair as she takes me deeper. "Your mouth is incredible."
She hollows her cheeks, taking more of me with each stroke. Her tongue works the sensitive underside while one hand strokes what doesn't fit. The other cups my balls, rolling them gently.
"That's it, baby," I breathe, fighting to keep still. "Suck my cock just like that. You're incredible at this."
She moans around me, the vibrations making me tense. I can feel myself getting close as she works with focused intensity.
"I won't last long," I warn her, feeling my balls tighten as she works me with enthusiastic skill.
She pulls back just enough to speak, her hand still stroking my slick shaft. "I don't want you to last. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop."
Her words push me over. I come with a groan, my cock pulsing as I spill down her throat. She swallows eagerly, her tongue lapping up everything I give her before placing a soft kiss on my tip.
"Jesus," I breathe, pulling her up for a kiss. "You're incredible."
"Give me thirty seconds and I'll show you how incredible."
It doesn't take thirty seconds. Seeing her beneath me, flushed and satisfied and completely mine, has me hard again almost immediately. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness, both of us groaning at the contact.
"Please," she breathes, her legs wrapping around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. "I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock filling me up."
I push forward slowly, watching her face as I fill her. Even after years together, this moment always steals my breath. She's incredibly tight, so warm around me.
"God, you feel perfect," I tell her, settling deep inside her. I start slow, pulling almost out before sliding back in. Each thrust makes her gasp, her nails finding my shoulders.
"Harder," she demands, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. "I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to remember exactly how good your cock feels inside me."
I pick up the pace, our bodies moving together with increasing urgency. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean down to capture one nipple, making her cry out.
"Yes," she moans, her back arching off the rug. "Just like that. Fuck me just like that."
I reach between us, finding her swollen clit with my thumb and circling it in time with my thrusts. The added stimulation has her climbing fast, her breathing becoming ragged.
"You're going to come for me again," I tell her, angling my hips to hit that spot deep inside that makes her gush. "I can feel your pussy getting tighter around my cock. Come for me, Dove."
"So close," she pants, her whole body trembling beneath me. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I don't stop. I drive into her relentlessly, my thumb working her clit while I thrust into her willing body. When she finally comes, it's with a cry that she barely manages to muffle, her pussy clenching around my cock.
The feeling of her coming around me pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and let go, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my release.
We collapse together, both breathing hard, her head on my chest. The fire crackles, and somewhere in the distance I can hear faint Christmas music from the lodge.
But here in our cabin, everything is perfect.
"Best Christmas Eve yet," Dove murmurs.
"They keep getting better."
"Even when we're outnumbered by children?"
"Especially then."
She laughs against my chest. "I love our life, Tannon. Our family. Danny will grow up knowing he's completely loved."
"Both our children will," I correct, my hand on her belly. "They'll never doubt they're wanted."
We watch the fire burn down until Dove shivers.
"Come on," I say, helping her up. "Let's get you warm."
"I know a good way to warm up," she says with a smile that makes my cock twitch again.
"You're going to kill me."
"Worth it," she says, laughing as I chase her toward our bedroom.
Later, much later, we lie tangled together, her back against my chest. Outside, snow continues falling on our mountain.
"Merry Christmas, Mountain Man," she whispers.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. McKenzie."
In the next room, our son sleeps peacefully, dreaming of Santa and presents. In a few months, we'll have a daughter to add to our beautiful chaos.
Five years ago, I thought my story was over. Then a reckless, beautiful nanny crashed into my world with a Santa suit, and everything changed.
Sometimes the best gifts come in unexpected packages. Sometimes love stories start with blizzards. And sometimes, if you're very lucky, you get exactly the life you never knew you wanted.
Outside our cabin, the mountain sleeps under fresh snow. Inside, we sleep too, wrapped together, dreaming of all the Christmases still to come.