I shoot a quick message back to them both, covering my ass by telling my dad I’m borrowing Mom’s car for the day and telling her I’m getting a lift with Dad. Then I settle at the kitchen counter after starting a pot of coffee, and rest my face in my hands, wondering when I’ll ever have the backbone to know it’s okay to want what I want, and just let everyone else deal.
What have I done?
The thought keeps playing over and over in my mind when I look out the long kitchen window and see the white snow that’s fallen during the night. It’s covering the branches of the pine tree just outside and it’s deep on the ground beneath.
As my heart beats in my ears, there’s a flash of red against the white snow and a Cardinal settles on a branch. A second later, a more subdued red lands next to the first, the female taking a spot next to him, and I wonder if it’s some sort of sign.
It’s nearly eight-thirty and I need to be at the Santa’s Village by nine-thirty to set up before they open at ten; and I sure could use a shower. Cole’s cum is flaking all over my thighs, my face, my tits… Just about everywhere he could get it, he did. I don’t know much about sex, but I thought a guy was sort of done after he came.
Boy. Was. I. Wrong.
Cole was a firehose that never seemed to end. I loved it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure taking children’s pictures in Santa’s village while covered in cum is the way to go.
Snow flakes are one thing.
Cum flakes are another.
I walk around and find a cabinet full of pottery coffee cups, and take two down. I fill mine, then lean against the stone countertop and take a hot sip, letting the liquid run through me and revive me after a night with only a couple hours sleep.
I’m sore. But it’s a good sort of sore, and I have to say I’m proud of my tight virgin self that I managed to take his monster completely.
Several times, in fact.
I fell asleep with my head on his chest and I’ve never felt that sense of love and security before. Even now, it warms me as I watch the snow falling outside and I hear the soft footsteps coming down the hall into the kitchen.
“Morning, Candy Cane. I didn’t like waking up with you gone.” Cole is shirtless, wearing a pair of loose, button fly Levi’s with the top two buttons still open.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders. “New rule.” He fixes me with a stare. “Wake me. I’m sorry baby, I want to know where you are, even when you leave the bed. If I need to sleep, I’ll go back to sleep. But waking up with you gone…” He shakes his head. “No can do. Okay?”
I nod, taking a sip of coffee then handing him the cup. “Okay.”
“Good.” He takes a sip and sighs. “We did put in a full night, though.” A low chuckle curves his perfect lips upward around the rim of the coffee cup.
“Yes, and I have a full morning. Think I should at least shower before I go to the North Pole.”
He nods. “Agree. I’ve got the water running for us already. And…” He takes a breath, then finishes. “You may think this is crazy, but I’ve got some things for you. Clothes, shampoo…”
“For me?”
“Yep. Call it crazy, but buying things for you made me feel closer to you. I never knew if we would have this.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing, and he corrects, “No, I guess I knew we would, someday, I just didn’t know how or exactly when. But until then, I prepared. There’s a closet upstairs filled with things I’ve picked up over the years. I’m creepy but I love you.”
“Wow.” I giggle. “I guess I should find that a little creepy. But, I sort of like it.”
“Good, now let’s get in the shower. I need another taste of that pussy and I’m going to fill you with another hot load of cum before we head out. Need my mark on you when you are out in the world.”
“I never knew you were such a caveman.” I answer as he reaches for my hand and we walk down the hall, into the bedroom.
“If I told you I’d imagined dragging you back here by your hair, what would you think?”
We walk into the bathroom, and the shower is already running, making me grin as I turn and lift my face for him to kiss. “I’d think you’re such a romantic.”
He meets my lips in a glancing kiss, then sets down the coffee on the marble bathroom sink counter. Then he unbuttons the two buttons on the shirt I’m wearing, taking it off, before stripping his jeans.