I slept like garbage again last night. Woke up more times than I can count, unable to shake the feeling in my gut that I should be alert. Standing sentry to protect her. I don’t know at this stage if it’s the fact that I haven’t had enough sleep over a number of days or what, but I feel like absolute shit on top of edgy. Like I’ve had too much coffee.
My brother, Violet’s parents, her brother Cody, grandfather, Uncle Hugh, Susanna and her mother Lorena were all over. Alana and the two boys also stopped by for an hour early in the evening and opened gifts Violet bought them, noisy robotic gifts they went gaga over and Alana vowed revenge, joking on how the time when she can sugar up and buy noisy gifts for our baby can’t come soon enough.
I’m feeling like I’ve overdosed on people and there will be an even bigger crowd tomorrow at Violet’s parents’ place. But Violet looked happy and told me she wanted to host Christmas Eve from now on. And I’m down with anything that makes her smile brightly at me like that, like she’s ecstatically happy.
I’ve booked us a vacation; we leave the day after New Year’s Day and that’s my surprise for her for Christmas. That and a diamond bracelet.
I could care less what she bought for me; it’ll just be cool to open something she chose. See what she gives me, what she thinks I’d want.
Because I feel like I have just about everything I want. Short of Iadanza being at Porto Campo already. But that’s all arranged for the day after Christmas. I can only hope it goes smoothly.
I’ll watch him get loaded into the cargo plane. He’ll get to look at my face one more time. And then… time to turn the page.
“I’m ready for my Christmas present,” I tell Violet as I flick the switch to turn the tree off.
She smirks. “You have to wait until tomorrow.”
“It’s tomorrow in six minutes”, I announce, scooping her up into my arms to take her to bed. “So I’m starting this Christmas inside this ass.”
She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck.
“How romantic,” she rolls her eyes.
“You’d be over my shoulder if you weren’t pregnant.”
“My sexy caveman.”
I set her on the bed and reach under the crushed velvet green dress she’s wearing and hook into the waistband of her red tights.
Her eyes are shiny and her chest moves up and down at a pace that I know means she’s gonna be wet for me when I get into her panties.
“Do we have any lube?” she asks. “I hear lube is very important for the back door stuff.
“We do,” I say and reach into the drawer of the table beside the bed. I bought this today on my way back from the jewelry store.
“Undress me, wife,” I order, setting the tube down in reaching distance.
She climbs up to her knees and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip while working my buttons down. I watch with amusement as she gets the last one undone and then pushes the shirt off my shoulders, letting it drop while her eyes rove my body like she likes what she sees. She goes for my fly and I lean in and nip playfully at her throat. “Faster.”
She bites my shoulder, then kisses it. “Bossy,” she accuses.
“Watch how bossy I’m about to get as I take this luscious ass.” I give it a slap and she looks at me with hunger in her eyes that I like a fuckuva lot.
I drop my pants and underwear as I pull the dress over her head and divest her of her bra and panties. I turn her to her belly and gently dot kisses along her spine as I caress her backside.
My fingers slide between her cheeks to find that her beautiful pussy is slippery, hot, and ready for me.
“Open up, beautiful.”
She parts her legs a little, giving me better access. I start by working her clit with my middle and ring fingers, sliding back and forth over her opening. She squirms, getting into it, getting wetter by the minute. My left hand cups her ass firmly as I continue working her pussy with my right, sliding two fingers inside, pumping them, pressing against her g-spot, before pulling them out to work over her clit a couple times.
Her legs widen a little more and I watch her fists close tighter, gripping the comforter hard as her breathing quickens. My cock hardens even more as she lets out a sweet little needy sound.
“Up on your knees, Violet. Keep your cheek on the bed.”
She does what she’s told, and I’ve got an even better view now.
I move up on my knees behind her, but instead of doing anything with my cock, my fingers keep playing with her. She’s trembling a little when I run my fingers over her seam and then rub her asshole briefly, not breaching, before gliding down to her clit again.