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.”
Christmas Eve, five years later.
“But 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.