he's a moron," I remind her.
She smiles. "Right. Besides, this is good. It's what we want. I just..."
"Abby's worth way more."
"He shouldn't have gotten a penny," Jasmine seethes.
"No, he shouldn't have. But it was worth it to get him out of the picture."
"You're right."
I lean into her ear. "Can you say that louder, my sexy wife?"
She playfully pushes my chest. "Don't push it."
I fist her hair and kiss her. "Should we let Abby open my present tonight, then? I know you like to wait until Christmas morning, but it is Christmas Eve. And everyone will be there."
"Okay. You can give her that one only. No more. Last year you snuck gifts while I was making dinner with Cee Cee."
I shrug my shoulders. "Don't take all my fun away. Besides, I might have one for you tonight."
"Oh?" She bites her lip.
"It's in your closet." I push my fingers between her thighs. "I've been waiting for two weeks to give it to you."
"Two whole weeks! Wow! A record!" She laughs.
"You know I don't like to wait. Especially when it involves this." I slide my fingers and stroke her through her panties.
She squirms on my lap.
"Did you wear this skirt because you wanted something on the way home? Hmm?" I lick my lips, ready to taste her and be fed, but there's limited time. I like to take my time and savor her pussy when I tongue fuck her. But we've got a house full of people waiting for us, and it's Christmas Eve.
She opens her mouth, but then shuts it, flushing slightly, which is what she always does. It turns me on like a dog in heat. I know what she wants, but she's too shy to admit it even though she's my wife.
I unzip my pants, release my cock, then turn her so she's sitting on me backward. I push her thin panties to the side and slide my cock into her in one thrust.
Thank God for La Perla.
Once she got over the cost and realized she could buy the entire store and our bank account still wouldn't feel it, she admitted she loved them. The sales manager calls her whenever there is anything new, which is good since I rip most of them off of her anyway.
Her breathy gasps make my cock ache. I fist her hair, kissing her neck, and mumble, "I can't wait to see you in your present and eat your pussy tonight."
She shudders.
"Do you want that, Mrs. Ash?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"And I love my cock in you."
"Oh God, yes," she moans, closing her eyes and leaning back on me.
I slide my hand to her clit and create a pattern of fast, then slow, then fast again until she's shaking and begging me.
"You're the best wife on earth," I murmur and suck on her lobe while I send her over the edge. And she is. She's more than I ever anticipated.
I move her faster on me while her walls tighten then spasm on my shaft. Right before I release in her, she cries out my name, going into another orgasm.
I pull her tight against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I kiss her cheek. "I love you."
She turns. Her hazel eyes sparkle. "I love you. So much." She pecks me on the lips then grabs a tissue and cleans herself up. I do the same, and the car stops. I hit the lock to signal to the driver not to get out. Once we're presentable, I get out and reach in for her.
She takes my hand. I escort her into the building. We wait for the elevator, and I turn to her. I slide my hands along her cheeks and tilt her head. "Hey."
"What?"
"Merry Christmas."
She smiles. "Merry Christmas."
I kiss her, and I'm so wrapped up in her, we miss the elevator. It dings shut, and she laughs. "We have to get on."
I press the button, and the doors open. "Is Cee Cee at our place with the girls or hers?"
"She's cooking at ours."
"Okay." I bought a condo a few floors below the penthouse for Cee Cee and Maribel when I asked Jasmine to move in with me. It was only after Christmas when Jasmine suggested she should go back to her place and not overstay her welcome. I didn't want Jasmine and Cee Cee to be far from each other, and frankly, I didn't like Cee Cee living in their dangerous neighborhood.
"Your mom should be here, too. I think she was coming over at three," Jasmine says.
"Can