so this could be my Christmas present for the rest of my life.”
She smiles. “You’re making me blush.”
“Good. Now I'm going to make you wet.”
Her eyes close as I press my mouth to her pretty pussy. It’s as tight as ever and so damn sweet. “God, you taste good,” I groan, running my hands over her thighs, squeezing her cheeks as I run my tongue up and down. Her body tastes so damn good.
Her hands run through my thick hair and I lift my head to meet her eyes. “I love you, Maple Barre.”
“And I love you, Filson.”
“Not just because I buy you property on Christmas Eve?”
She smiles. “No, because you get me to come really, really hard.”
I chuckle, shaking my head and getting back to work, wanting to get my girl off the way she deserves. Soon enough, we'll have a baby and after that we'll have plenty more running around this house, changing the way our Christmases are for the rest of our lives. This is the last Christmas we’ll be alone together, and I'm going to savor it. One kiss to her pussy at a time.
I get her wet, loving the way it tastes to get her off. Her knees clench as I run my tongue over her clit, circling that pretty bulb of perfection. As she begins to reach a climax, I run my fingers over her slickness, dipping in a finger then two, urging her to come closer, faster.
Now that she's at the edge, she shakes her head. “Stop. Filson, please come inside me. I need your cock in me. Now.”
I do what my girl asks. I drop my jeans and take my long, hard shaft in my hand. I lean down to her, filling her sweet hole with my cock, her legs wrapping around my neck, her big belly between us. God, I can't wait to meet our child and damn, I can't wait to make her scream my name now.
“Oh, Filson,” she moans as if on command. “Yes. I'm so fucking close. I'm so close. I'm so, oh… Oh.” She loses her words, her thoughts, her mind, and I grin, plowing into her cunt. As we both come, we finish breathless and alive.
Our eyes lock, our hearts pound. It’s Christmas Eve. My favorite day of the goddamn year.
“I love you, Maple.” I pull out, leaning down to kiss her sweet pussy one last time, leaving a trail of kisses on her thighs, running my hands over her belly, over her breasts, fingering her nipples. I lean down to kiss her breasts, her eyes closing as she savors this moment before they blink, opening wide.
“Oh, god,” she says, sitting up.
“What?” I ask, running my hands over her sweet skin. Then I feel it. A release of water. I look down.
“We're about to have a Christmas baby, aren't we?”
She laughs, covering her face and shaking her head. “My water broke.”
“Now I know what we're going to name him,” I say with a grin.
“What's that?” she asks.
“Nicholas. We can call him Nick.”
“Saint Nick?” she asks, eyelashes fluttering.
I nod, laughing. “It suits a boy conceived on Jingle Bell Lane; don’t you think?”
She grabs my hand. “Now help me up so I can get to the hospital because I don’t want to give birth to Nicholas on the street.”
I help her stand and dress, and soon enough we’re out the door. Before she steps into the truck, I give her one last kiss, standing under the softly falling snow, the streetlamp lighting the mood.
“The Grinch may have stolen Christmas,” she says. “But you, Filson Barre, stole my heart.”
Epilogue Two
Maple
Five Years Later…
I've always been proud of my husband. Five years of marriage have taught me that Filson is definitely not a grinch. He’s the most generous man I've ever known, and not just because he showers me and our four children with more love than any woman could ever imagine.
I realize now that my initial love for him back when we were little kids wasn't just because he was someone I could help, who I could look out for. It was because he saw me the way my parents had, the way Granny did. As a treasured gift, something not to take for granted but to value every day of our lives. He loved me like I was family long before we were one.
Standing here at the Snowy Valley Shopping Center, my heart fills with pride. Filson has become a fixture in the town. He’s been Santa Claus on