PS... You’re Mine (10 page)

“
I
don’t want
you to ever leave me, Noelle. I can’t bear the thought of not having you for even a second now that I’ve got you under me.”

She smiles so big and brightly at me, it’s as if she can feel the same things I’ve always felt for her.

“This is insane,” she tells me, leaning up to kiss me quickly. “I feel this pull between us, and I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s…it’s—”

“Love,” I finish for her.

“Love,” she repeats, and we stare into each other’s eyes.

Thrusting into Noelle gently, I try to take her tenderly this time. Less hurried and less afraid of the moment vanishing.

I kiss her passionately and whisper my promises of devotion and desire. And when we find our peaks together, her name on my lips and mine on hers, I cradle her in my arms and hold her while she sleeps, truly happy, inside and out, for the first time in my life.

I
reach
for her every hour throughout the night, making love multiple times until exhaustion carries us off to sleep. Most of the time, I wake up still inside her, one round of passion leading into another.

Her sex has to be sore, but she keeps clinging to me just as much as I’ve clung to her. Neither of us want to separate.

When the first touch of sunlight comes through the windows, I kiss her shoulder and nuzzle her neck. “Merry Christmas, Noelle.”

Smiling, she turns in my arms to face me, kissing my neck and burrowing deeper into me. “Merry Christmas, Alex.”

“I have a present for you.”

Noelle sits up a little and looks at me. Her hair’s a mess and she’s still half-asleep, but she perks up at the word ‘present.’

“You got me a Christmas present? How did you even know I would come here?”

“I didn’t know. I got it for you and I thought I would send it to you, but I chickened out. Then I thought maybe I would save it for your birthday.” I blush a little, feeling silly for the idea, but Noelle beams at me, leaning up and kissing my cheek.

I turn to get out of bed, not wanting to leave her warmth but wanting to keep that smile on her face, and I feel a sharp sting across my ass.

“Ouch. Did you just spank me?”

Turning around, I see her sitting up in bed with the covers around her waist, her full breasts on display. A mischievous look is on her face, and she just nods at me.

“Oh, turnabout is fair play, baby.” I dive back on the bed, and we giggle as I wrestle her over and give her three spanks on her bottom. Her squeals of surprise turn into moans as I lean down and kiss where my hand just made a faint pink mark. “Do you want more, or do you want your present?”

“Both,” she says into the pillow, and I bite her ass cheek, giving her what she’s asking for.

I climb on top of her as she remains face down on the bed. Spreading her legs just slightly, I press my cock to her opening from behind, her entrance tighter than normal in this position, and I have to work my way inside her.

She raises her ass, giving me access to all of her, and I slide in easily. Once I’m fully seated inside her tight channel, I lay most of my weight on top of her and start to thrust. Long deep strokes make the angle delicious for her, and she moans louder and louder.

My cock is still hard as a rock even after all our rounds of passion, and I’m ready to cum in her again. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of her.

I work to rub her sweet spot inside, making sure that every stroke is giving her the most pleasure possible, and she’s soon clenching around me. I kiss her neck and nibble her shoulder, and her over-sensitized skin responds.

She clutches the sheets beneath her and screams out her orgasm as I bottom out inside her. Once again I fill up her unprotected womb, letting my seed spill inside her. Noelle’s overflowing with it at this point, and there’s no doubt in my mind I’ve put my baby inside her.

Once her twitches have finally stopped, I pull from her body and turn her over. I kiss each nipple before moving down her belly and kissing her clit. Once I’ve tenderly kissed her sweet places, I stand up and go to the living room, grabbing her present from under the tree.

I come back to find her still in the same spot with a giant smile on her face. I laugh as I sit on the bed beside her and hold out the small box.

Sitting up, she takes it from me, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she opens it up. After she’s got the paper off, she opens the long skinny box and pulls out the chain.

“What is it?” she asks, holding the gold necklace in her hand.

“It’s your voice, actually.” When she looks at me questioningly, I point to the waves that run along the middle of the chain. “I listened to your recordings so many times, I think I have them memorized, so I took a couple of words and had the sound waves shaped in gold. The three small sections of lines show the words that I loved hearing from you the most.”

She looks at me with unshed tears in her eyes. “What does it say?”

“I love you.”

She throws herself into my arms, clinging to me. I cling to her just as fiercely, wanting her to know that what I say is true.

“I love you, too, Alex.”

I hold her close, kissing her and wiping away her tears. “I have loved you from the moment I heard your voice. Thank you for coming here, and being my Christmas miracle.”

“
B
ut what if
the power goes out?” Nicholas asks, a little fear in his eyes.

“Your dad is the greatest woodsman who ever lived. He won’t let anything happen to us. Besides, if the power goes out then we get to have Christmas dinner over the fire. It’s kind of fun.” His eyes brighten at the idea, and I kiss his forehead, tucking him into bed. “Goodnight, my love. Get some sleep. Santa will be here soon enough.”

“Goodnight, Mommy. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I close the door to his room and make my way downstairs. I find Alex in our bedroom, pulling out the train set ‘Santa’ got Nicholas for Christmas.

“Is he asleep?”

“Not even close. Better wait a bit before we set that out. Just in case.”

Alex puts the toy down, walking over to me with a seductive look in his eyes. “Hmm. I wonder what we could do while we wait. What could we possibly do with all this free time on our hands?”

I giggle and melt into him, loving the feel of him against me. We’ve been living here in our cabin for the past five years, and each day together is better than the last. I’m still head over heels madly in love with my husband, and if the way he can’t keep his hands off me is any indication, he feels the same.

We had our little boy, Nicholas, nine months exactly after our first Christmas together, and we decided to wait a while and see if we wanted any more. Alex and I are simple people and didn’t want a large family. A few years went by after having our son, and we agreed that our trio was perfect.

“I thought you were going to make me s’mores?” I moan as Alex’s tongue meets my collarbone.

“Tell you what. You let me eat your pussy, and then I’ll make you s’mores.”

“It’s like you’re not even trying to win anything here,” I laugh as I let him unbutton my jeans.

“Baby, I’ve got you. I’ve already won everything.”

My laugh turns into another moan as Alex kneels down in front of me, kissing me in all the right places.

He’s so good to me, I can’t believe it sometimes. Maybe I’ll read him that new Ruby Dixon book, Ice Planet Holiday, out loud tonight. He’s been waiting for the latest Barbarian story, and he loves it when I get to the sex scenes.

I close my eyes and smile, thinking this might be our best Christmas yet.

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