I smile and kiss her. “Not weird at all.”
After I notch myself into her tight hole, I slowly sink into her body. “Tell me if something is too much.” Jesus, she feels incredible bare.
“I’m good. Keep going.”
Her face is flushed and her damp hair is a tangle. Her nipples are beaded and tight, and her pussy is snug and wet. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Carefully, I pull out and thrust back in, and within a few minutes, her eyes are no longer sleepy. They’re hazy with lust.
I lean back to watch my cock shuttle in and out of her tight sheath. Each thrust makes her glorious tits bounce. “Baby, can you come again?”
“I don’t know.”
“Try. Spread your pussy open.” With one hand, she spreads her lips. “Now rub that pretty little clit with your other hand.” I drizzle more lube on that spot, and her fingers go to town with tight, fast circles. I pump harder, faster, and she tilts her head back with a cry and lets go.
I try to hold out, but she’s squeezing my cock in these tight pulses that feel so fucking good. I drop down to her so I can feel her tits on my chest and her warm tongue in my mouth.
Her arms wrap around me, and I chase my release and tip over the edge when she lets out another cry.
We pulse together, one heartbeat between us.
Keeping us joined, I roll us to the side and pull her into my arms. I stare down at my beautiful girl. “I love you, Abby. I’m so happy you’re home.” Reaching down, I press my hand to her stomach. “And I’m already in love with our baby. Thank you for the best Christmas gift.”
Sighing, she gives me a sleepy, sated smile. “I love you too, Nick.”
* * *
As the morning light creeps through the blinds, I reach for Abby, but her side of the bed is empty. I toss on some track pants, make a quick stop in the bathroom, and head down the hall where I hear her and Hazel chatting.
I lean against the wall and stare at my girls, who are curled up together on the couch.
Hazel leans against Abby as they stare at her phone. “Tell me about the Christmas place again.”
“The Kingston Christmas Market? Gosh, it was so beautiful. I went in the evening, and there were a thousand little twinkle lights. Look. Here’s a picture.”
“I love those lights,” Hazel says, like she’s ready to swoon.
“I do too.” Abby pauses. “Would you like some twinkle lights in your room? Maybe on the ceiling so they look like stars?”
“Yes!”
“We’d need to ask your dad first, but if he likes the idea, I saw this really cool bedroom with those lights, and it looks so magical.”
My daughter claps in excitement. “I love magical!”
I chuckle. “Morning, ladies.”
“Morning, Daddy! Can I have twinkle lights? And can we open Christmas presents?”
“We can do it tonight.” I sit on the other side of Abby and kiss her cheek. “Morning, baby.”
“Hi, honey. Can I give Hazel what I got her in England? She’s been waiting so patiently.”
Hazel folds her hands together like she’s praying, and I laugh. “Okay. One gift.”
She leaps off the couch and dances. I’m grateful she’s not fazed by me and Abby being together. The three of us feel so right. I guess we always have.
Abby retrieves the present and hands it to her. “It’s delicate, so you have to be gentle.”
