“To be continued,” he says, eyes twinkling. “Tonight.”
A familiar shiver of anticipation runs through me, and I nod. “Tonight.”
Then we head into the living room and join the kids to watch the movie.
After a wonderful dinnerat Declan and Margot’s, when we’ve played all the games and eaten all the food we can, we head back to our cabin and put the kids to bed. They fall asleep pretty much instantly, burned out from the day’s excitement, and Rudolph curls up at the end of Millie’s bed, still holding his new toy as he drifts off.
“What a day,” I say, giggling as Nolan scoops me into his arms and carries me to our bed.
“Did you have fun, sugar?”
“So much fun. It was perfect.”
“It sure was.” His eyes roam my body as he sets me down on the mattress. “But the fun’s not over yet.” With a growl, my husband climbs on top of me and starts to take off my shirt with urgent hands. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting all day for you, beautiful.”
Desire pools between my thighs as he strips me naked. After having two kids, my body has changed, my curves thicker and plumper. But Nolan seems to find me sexier than ever. He is insatiable, never keeping his hands off me for long, and I love it.
“I’ve been waiting for you too,” I tell him, grabbing at the buttons on his flannel shirt.
He makes a deep noise in his throat. “I was watching you all night. You looked so fucking sexy, Aurora. God, these curves drive me wild.”
Once he’s shirtless, he kicks off his jeans and boxers, and I stare at my husband’s body. He’s as big and brawny as ever, towering over me like a giant. His cock is hard and thick, and I feel a familiar throbbing deep inside me as Nolan gets on the bed, lying on his back.
“Ride me, sugar,” he growls, pulling me on top of him. “I need you.”
He holds the base of his cock, keeping it in position as I sink onto it, taking every delicious inch with a sigh of pleasure. It feels so good, and I shiver as Nolan reaches up to rub my pebbled nipples.
“You’re so beautiful.” He runs his hands down my body, stopping at my hips which he grips onto tightly, helping me move. I go slow at first, finding my rhythm before raw need takes over. With a moan, I move faster, slamming my body up and down on my husband’s thick cock.
“Good girl. Fuck, that’s it.”
Nolan starts to buck his hips in time with my movements, driving up as I push downward, going deeper than ever.
“Oh, yes!” I sob, trying to stifle my cries. “Nolan!”
I’m panting, my tits bouncing as I look into my husband’s eyes, our gazes locked as our bodies slap together in a brutal rhythm.
“Look at you taking your husband’s cock,” he grunts. “You like that, sugar?”
“Yes!”
My body is trembling, slick with sweat. Nolan reaches for my clit, rubbing it fast as his cock thrusts into me again and again, and I grip onto his shoulders, throwing my head back. I can feel pleasure building between my legs, a bubble ready to burst.
“Eyes on me, Aurora.”
My husband loves to make eye contact during sex, and it drives me wild. It feels like he’s looking into my soul as he claims my body, and as our eyes lock, I feel myself coming undone.
“Come for me, sugar.” His voice is a deep growl, breathless with need. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
With a shuddering cry, I let go. Pleasure bursts between my legs, the world turning white as a snowstorm as I collapse on topof Nolan, trembling against his muscular chest. Wave after wave washes over me, taking my breath away. After a couple more deep thrusts, my husband lets out a groan and fills me with his cum, wrapping his arms tight around me.
“My perfect wife,” he murmurs, breathing hard. “I love you so fucking much.”
I lift my head to look at him, smiling wide, still dazed from my orgasm. “I love you too.”
And I mean it with all my heart. My husband is everything to me, and in some ways, I have a lot to thank Samuel Thorne for. If he’d never faked that will, Liz wouldn’t have sent me to Mistletoe Christmas Tree Farm. I would never have met Nolan, and our Christmas love story would be nothing more than a daydream. But what we have is so much more than that. It’s real and forever, and as I look into that ruggedly handsome face, I know my whole life will feel like Christmas with this man by my side.
“Merry Christmas, Nolan.”
Those blue eyes crinkle as he smiles, and it still gives me butterflies after all this time.
“Merry Christmas, Aurora.”
