“Just something between me and my grandfather. Something he told me a long time ago I could have. It’s just time.”
As we head out the front door, the last thing I hear is the sound of his grandfather’s voice from down the hall.
“Merry Christmas! I’ll see you both soon!”
Chapter 12
Martel
This is what I’ve been missing on Christmas morning.
Bria’s lips are wrapped around my cock as I lick her sweet pussy, mounted above my face. It’s a mutual oral gift exchange, and I think we have just created another one of our own Christmas traditions.
I work her right to the edge of her orgasm, feeling the vibrations of her moans on my cock, then ease back, teasing her as she whimpers in distress, her hand caressing my balls.
I dive back in, my tongue slipping in and out of her drenched opening, then find her clit, working it until she’s a quivering mess of the sweetest sex juice I could have asked for.
We’re on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, with the lights from the tree sparkling all over her magnificent body.
Her mouth is heaven, just like the rest of her, and the head of my dick tickles her tonsils as I pinch her clit between my lips then come in for the kill.
I flick and dance the tip of my tongue on her hard nub until she grabs the base of my dick with her hand and pops it out of her mouth on a loud moan.
I drink down her cum as she rides my face and goes off hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She screams as her head falls onto my thighs, her body twisting as I draw out as much of her pleasure as I can before she’s panting and twitching over me. I roll her onto her side, lift her top leg and sink into her, down to my balls.
It’s a few thrusts as I finger her clit before she’s writhing again and I’m right there with her. I let myself go, holding deep inside her while her pussy walls pulse and squeeze.
“That cunt of yours wants every drop, doesn’t it?”
“Mmmmm, yes,” she moans as I slip out of her and reach under the tree to where I’ve hidden the small box I got from my Grandfather’s room yesterday.
“Bria.” I kneel down in front of her, my dick still hard and dripping with my cum and her slick honey, as her eyes open and she focuses.
“Yes?”
“I meant what I said, that this is our home now. I want you here. But I want more.”
“What else? I don’t have much more to give you. I didn’t get you a gift. I don’t have much money. All I have is the few things I managed to grab the other night.”
“You have something.”
“Okay, anything. Just tell me what you want.”
I pull the small wooden box from behind my back and snap it open as she sits up on her knees on a gasp, her hands covering her mouth. Inside the box is my grandmother’s wedding ring. It’s a three carat ruby, surrounded by round-cut diamonds with a white-gold band that matches the filigree on the engagement ring.
I hope she loves it, because it represents something I’ve wanted my whole life. A love like I saw between my grandparents. A love that neither Bria nor I saw with our own parents, but with some magic on our side, we’re going to make for ourselves.
“I want you to be my wife. The mother of my children. My forever. My everything. I want to start right now. Marry me, Bria. It’s the only thing I want. Well, that’s not true. I want to wake up next to you every morning, every Christmas, the December one and the January one, and every New Year from now until the end of time. I want to make your dreams come true. What do you say?”
She throws her arms around my neck, her lips on my ear.
“You are the best Christmas present I’ve ever bought. It’s crazy, but I guess a little crazy was just what I needed. I say yes. A thousand times, yes.”
Chapter 13
Martel
Six months later
I’m dead-eyeing every dangling dick we pass as Bria walks beside me toward the entrance to The Lamont Creative Institute, where today is her first day of classes.
Her belly is just starting to poke out, perfectly round, and as much as I’ve told myself I can do this, I don’t think I can.
I stop at the front entry, squeezing her fingers with one hand while I pinch the bridge of my nose with the other, trying to keep from losing my shit.
“Are you okay?” Bria leans into me, then I look to see her giving a nervous smile to a few other students that are now staring at us.
“No.” I clench my jaw. “I’m not okay.” My throat tightens and my eyes begin to burn. “I don’t think I can do this.”