“Let’s eat,” Ive said.
I stifled my laugh, because I knew what he was trying to get to. I wanted to be alone with him as well.
Food was passed around and Adelaide was more than happy with what Michael and I were able to cook up at the last minute. She had second helpings. Everyone seemed to love the food. I don’t know if they were being polite or not.
Ive filled my plate as well. He made sure therewas a little something of everything on my plate. After dinner, we all enjoyed some pie. I chose pecan pie as it was my favorite. I noticed Cassie went for pumpkin. My husband went for the apple pie.
This made me smile.
We sat around talking, enjoying each other’s company, and coffee. Michael came out, and I went to hug him again, but he took my hand, offering it a kiss.
This was perfection. There was no arguing, no shouting. In a way, our weird family enjoying a moment together. By the end of the night, I was still buzzing. I was pleased we didn’t make our excusesright after dinner, as I’d have been too full to enjoy alone time with my husband.
Iveflicked the lock on the door, and then stepped over to me.
“Did you at least enjoy it?”
“I’m not lying when I tell you it’s the best Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever had.” He cupped my face, and I tilted my head back to look at him.
“For real?”
“I don’t lie.” He took possession of my mouth, and afterthat, I didn’t care. I was so freaking happy. He had loved my dinner.
I was thrilled. I knew not every single Thanksgiving was going to be as great, butI would always have this memory of my first one.
Ive moved me toward the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, tossing them to the floor as we went. I moaned his name, and within seconds, he had me naked and in the shower. He covered me with his hard naked body so none of the cold water hit my flesh.
Ive ran his hands all over my body. I loved the feelof his hands. He picked up the soap, lathering my body, using his hands as a sponge to work into my flesh.
I don’t know what he did, but it was like a magic wand as he heightened myneed for him. I didn’t want him to stop.
After he cleaned my body, he picked up the shampoo, then the conditioner, soaping my hair. Once he was done, he then handed me the soap, and told me to clean him.
I touched his body, using my hands the same way he had. I loved touching him. His body was covered in ink and I couldn’t get enough of him. When I got to his dick, he was already hard as rock. Running my hands up and down the length, I worked him over and over, until he pushed my hand away.
I worked shampoo and conditioner into his hair, and Ive didn’t bother with a towel. He turned the shower off and then led me back toward the bedroom. He pressed me to the bed. His lips were on mine, but they didn’t stay there. They traveled down my body, taking my nipples, each one in turn, into his mouth. He sucked on the hard buds, and then moved down, kissing his way toward my pussy.
Ive spread open my legs, and that wicked tongue of his danced across my clit, before sliding down, entering me. He fucked me with his tongue as his hands went to my hips, and I yelped as he took me to my knees. Pressing my palms flat to the bed, I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass wide, and he pressed two fingers inside my pussy. I closed my eyes as he pumped them in and out. I was already so wet, but what he did next surprised me. He didn’t move up toward my clit, but instead drew them back and began to stroke across my anus. Back and forth, and then just slightly, he pressed against that forbidden hole. I tensed up, but not because I didn’t want it or was afraid. The touch was so unexpected.
I looked back at him, and he paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
With his other hand, he touched my pussy and the moment his fingers were on my clit, I lost all thought. I couldn’t focus. I didn’t want to. He kissed the curve of my ass.
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.”
I cried out as he pressed just a little harder against my anus, and I felt one of his fingers penetrate my ass. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I tried to contain my whimper, but it spilled out, startling meas it then changed to that of a groan.
Ive was still for several seconds, maybe even a few minutes, and then he pushed forward until his finger was to the knuckle deep in my ass. It was hot and strange, but it wasn’t too painful. I liked the sensation as he worked my clit at the same time. I closed my eyes, and allowed my body to feel.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
It wasn’t a lie.
“Good, because soon I’m going to have my dick balls-deep inside you,” he said.
I whimpered.
“But don’t worry, I’m not goingto do that to you tonight. No, I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy. I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fuck you hard. Tonight, after I come inside you, I’m going to make sure it stays there.”
I’d never been more aroused thanI was at that moment. I wanted him so badly, and it didn’t matter what Ive asked for, I’d give it to him.
Ive
Christmas
I’d never cared for Christmas. It was a tradition in my household, and my father hated to celebrate it. My father, even though he liked to splash the cash, was in fact, poor. He talked a big game but didn’t have a single cent to his name. Not a thing. Christmas was one of those times when he was made aware of just how poor he was, and he hated the reminder and would take it out on everyone.
Watching Charlotte decorate the tree in our main living room made this worthwhile. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, which kept riding up, giving me a good view of her jean-covered ass. I hated to see her completely dressed. I liked getting her naked, exploring her body.
“Are you not going to help me?” she asked.
“This hot chocolate is not going to drink itself.”
She rolled her eyesbut walked toward me. I wished, in that moment, that she was naked. If she’d been naked I’d have been able to see the sway of those beautiful tits.