Page 116 of Dr. Bad Boy
“Never you mind, my kitten,” I growl. “Just know that this is exactly where I want to be.” I pulse my hips, fucking her in shallow, teasing little strokes that feel like heaven to me.
But Violet wants more, and despite her initial submissive plea to be taken, she’s being awfully bossy this morning. “More,” she protests, rolling her hips.
And when she doesn’t get the immediate deeper contact that she wants, my little minx pulls away from me—and crawls onto all fours.
“Please, Max,” she whispers, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder and lowering her cheek to the mattress. Her ass is waving in the air and I may just die and go to heaven.
“Please…what?” I ask as I get behind her.
“Fuck me. I need you.”
She’s so beautiful, so fucking sexy, and this time I don’t hold back. This time I slam right into her, giving her all I’ve got.
Her back arches as I squeeze her ass, both hands, one on either cheek. My left thumb traces the sensitive skin around her pucker. Pink and delicate. She needs a plug in there, one big enough for me to feel it as I fuck her. If we’re back on in every way, then that’s tomorrow’s plan.
I rub a gentle, stimulating circle there and she shivers. I feel that shiver all the way inside where she clenches around me. “You like that, kitten?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
“One day soon I’m going to take this ass.”
“Ohh…” she breathes.
“Not today. We need to train you up to it. I don’t want it to hurt. Want it to feel so good for you when I stretch you open. When I fuck my big, thick cock into your tight little ass for the first time.”
She’s shaking now, and that pucker is clenching, too. I press a little, working the tip of my thumb into her. Jesus. So tight. It’s fucking hot, watching my thumb disappear inside her. I could fuck her with a finger there, two fingers she’d take, but damn it, I’m already close and she’s close and any second now she’s going to come around me and—
With a cry, she explodes and I follow her, pumping my cock into her cunt, my sweet little pussy. Mine. Fucking mine, and I’ve missed it, and I’ve missed her.
Damn. Merry Fucking Christmas indeed. I fall on top of her, grinning like a stupid fool.
One very long, very loving shower later, we finally make it downstairs and make breakfast together. She’s always touching me with a hand or her hip, leaning against me as we make biscuits and coffee, special sausages she found at the market that she’s all excited about. They’ve got blueberries and maple in them, for God’s sake, but they make her happy, and as far as weird pregnancy cravings go, sausages are pretty easy.
Plus, once we finish cooking them, I have to admit they’re pretty good.
After we eat, she pulls me into the living room for present opening. Next year we’ll have a six month old baby, and we’ll need a Christmas tree. Maybe. Six-month-olds probably don’t care about trees, but Violet will. I was surprised she didn’t demand we get one this year, some sad-sack Charlie Brown tree. Instead she was happy to just string up some lights, and the red and green handcuff garland.
“Nobody else will see it,” she said. “And I like it.”
I like it too. And I love her. I haven’t said it out loud yet, but it’s on the tip of my tongue constantly. I don’t know what’s holding me back.
The only other decoration in my house is a sprig of mistletoe in the archway, and I stop her there.
“Mistletoe,” I whisper as I lean in and capture her mouth.
She opens for me, her lips sweet and soft.
“Violet,” I say, cupping her cheek. I lightly dance my thumb across her bottom lip as I search her face for a sign this is the right time to say it.
She smiles, but that’s not enough.
There isn’t going to be a sign, you idiot. Love’s a fucking risk, take the fucking leap. I know that’s the right answer, but I’m scared.
“What is it?” she asks.
I take a deep breath. “I love you.”
Her eyes light up, and just like that, it’s not scary. She grins. “I love you, too.”
