Allison
By the time David came home, girl’s day had been over for hours. Sierra had gone to my mother’s house for a little bit of holiday cookie baking, and I’d had a long talk with her about staying the whole night to give me and her Daddy some time. She’d agreed, but it remained to be seen if she’d try anything or not. I also spoke with my mother as well and explained the situation so she could run interception if needed. Not only did I need time for David, but I'd also spent the entire afternoon gift wrapping, and David caught me kneeling by the warmth of the fireplace as I stacked gifts under the tree.
“You look beautiful in that light.” His voice was low and seductive.
“How did boy’s day go?” A soft smile spread his lips, and he came over to join me on the floor, taking my hand.
He gave me a soft kiss. “It went great actually. I talked to Greyson.”
“The talk?” My heart began to race.
“Yes, that talk.”
“When?” I cupped his face.
His hands fell on mine. “New Year’s.”
I kissed him hard and pulled away to meet his eyes. “But I thought you wanted to wait until after the Super Bowl?”
“I did, but I have other things I need to do. More important things.” He kissed me again, this time letting his mouth linger a bit longer than before.
“Yeah?” I whispered against his mouth. My face warmed with a smile as the need grew deep within me.
“Mhm.” I figured he was going to ask me about the date, but instead, he took me into his arms and laid me back beside the tree and made love to my mouth.
I reached down and felt his hard cock through his pants, and he hissed a breath through his teeth as I made contact. “I’ve missed you all day.”
“Pretty soon we’ll have every day together.”
“Mhm. And I want this every single day.” He cupped my mound over my yoga pants and pressed firmly.
“It’s yours.” I captured his mouth, and we kissed as he found my waistband beneath my shirt and tugged down my pants, panties and all leaving me exposed and glistening like the twinkling Christmas tree.
His mouth fell upon my soft mound, and he licked between my folds, parting me with his cool hand to flick my clit with his tongue.
Then he slowly slipped two fingers inside of me and pumped his arm slowly, stroking my sopping wet channel that was so ripe and ready for his thick cock.
“Mine,” he whispered.
He worked me through two orgasms and by the time the second one subsided, leaving me aching for something to fill my walls, he reached down and slipped off his pants.
“I need it so bad.” I writhed beneath him, my hormones going crazy with need and lust for him. He brought his mouth to my nipples as he centered his cock between my legs.
He kissed me as his cock slowly parted me, spreading me so wide with his girth that I was stretched to my limits as always. He was a perfect fit, and we were made for each other. As the head of his cock hit my depths, I wrapped my legs around him, nudging him closer. “Mine,” I purred.
“Fuck.” He slowly worked his hips against me, rolling and rutting, tilting my hips to grind on my tender spot until I came again, much wetter than before.
“That’s right, baby. Come all over my dick.” He panted and moaned and kissed me hard before pulling me close to change positions.
He rolled over, putting me on top. I straddled his hips, grinding down on him as he reached up and cupped my breasts, dragging a rough thumb across my sensitive tip.
I leaned forward, licking around his nipple rings, my hands trailing up his tattoos on his side. I pinched a ring between my teeth and tugged, causing him to moan out so loud it echoed around the room. His hips responded with a hard, upward thrust and moments later, he was bucking them wildly, bouncing me in his lap.
“I want to fuck those tits.” He got up on his knees, and I sat on my bottom, pressing my breasts together for him to slide his cock between. “Fuck yeah, baby. Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth, and his cock slipped inside my lips with each thrust, and before long, I let my breasts fall, licking my own nectar from his shaft as I worshipped it with my mouth. His veins rolled beneath my tongue, and before I knew it, he gathered my hair and began thrusting his hips to fuck my face.
I moaned on his cock, and he held me down, pressing his cock so deep, his head locked behind my tonsils as his cock swelled and readied for his release. His thick hot streams shot into my throat, pumping in spurts until I gulped and gagged, swallowing them down.
I pulled away with watery eyes and a big smile. I hadn’t felt that alive in months.
“That was so hot, but we’ll never make a baby if I keep swallowing.”
David belted a laugh. “Don’t worry, baby. There’s plenty more where that came from. I’m going to put the next one so deep in this pussy.” His fingers pressed deep inside me and stroked my walls.
We lay there stroking and kissing one another, and after a moment, he whispered in my ear. “How do you want it, baby?”
“Hard,” I said getting up on all fours and tilting my ass toward him.
“That’s my girl. I want to make you come so good.” His hand snaked around beneath me and tugged me closer as his cock pressed against my ass.
Then he slipped his cock into my tight, wet pussy and teased his finger around my other hole. “Fuck it, please.” I was desperate for him to fill me everywhere he could, and once again, he gave me just what I wanted. His finger pressed hard against my ass, and then he parted me, his finger sliding into the knuckle, stroking and fucking as his cock filled my pussy even deeper.
I moaned and whimpered, letting the feeling of being consumed by his touch envelop me. My next release came a moment before he thrust deep and poured inside of me.
He pulled away, and I rolled over, sitting a moment as I collected myself and caught my breath.
He sat naked with me by the fire, and we stared at the lights. “So?”
I smiled knowing exactly what was on his mind. I’d waited for it, and now the time had finally come. “Valentine’s Day?” I searched his eyes, and he nodded, tilting his head a bit. “Sierra and I came up with that. I thought it would be after the Super Bowl, all of your work would be done—
“Why not New Year’s Eve? I want to start the year together. Greyson is taking over effective immediately, and we’ve already determined we don’t need a huge ceremony.” He closed his eyes and rested his head on my shoulder.
“No, she’s got this whole red, pink and white thing planned. I don’t want to disappoint her. You know, originally she wanted to do it today.” I let loose a laugh, and he joined in.
“She’s funny, but for the record, I would have made it happen.” I knew he’d always do whatever it took to give us what we wanted. “I’m just glad you finally set a date.”
“She asked if I was mad at you. She’s been feeling the tension between us lately and asked if I was going to leave you like I did Doug.”
His face scrunched with a look of pain. “Wow. You told her that would never happen, right?”
“Of course, David. I let her help me choose a date because she was upset we hadn’t gotten married yet.”
“Valentine’s will be great. Even I didn’t realize how important it all was to Sierra. I thought just being together would make the difference, but she needs us all together with the same name.”
“I’ve wanted to be a DeVant my entire life. I used to scribble my married name in my diary. Mrs. Allison DeVant. It always sounded so much more sophisticated than Allison Beall.”
“We can do it sooner, then. Christmas Day?” His eyes lit with his smile.
I laughed over his shoulder and then turned my head up to kiss his mouth. “You’re as bad as your daughter, who has a play next week.”
“Right.”
“I’m so excited you’re finally going to be with me again every day. We can take Sierra to school and come home and make love all day if we want to.”
“I like that idea.” His hands slipped down and rubbed my flat tummy. “And with any luck at all, you’ll be a lot rounder with my son by then.”
“A son, huh?”
He gave me a sly grin and pulled me in for a languid kiss.