CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Griffin
“Merry Christmas, my love,” I murmured in my wife’s ear early the next morning.
She stirred in her sleep and brushed her hand at her ear as if I were a pest.
I chuckled. “Scarlett, wake up.”
“Urggh.” She groaned and turned into me without opening her eyes. “No,” she said hoarsely. “I’m so tired.”
“But it’s Christmas.”
“I don’t care.” She snuggled her face into my chest, hiding.
So fucking adorable.
“You will care when you see what Santa brought you for Christmas.”
She groaned. “Don’t say your cock. It already broke my vagina.”
I shook with laughter and saw her smile peeking out. “Have I misused you terribly, my love?”
Suddenly she flopped onto her back, her tits bouncing deliciously with the movement. Her eyes were open, and she was staring balefully at me. "Don't even think about it."
I massaged one of her breasts, gently. “I thought you loved sex with me.”
"I do. But I've also never had so much sex in my life. I'm sore."
Genuinely concerned I coasted my hand down to her pussy and pressed my hand soothingly over her clit. “I’m sorry, my love.”
She squirmed, her hand catching around my wrist. Her cheeks flushed. “Oh my God, I don’t know whether to stop you or let you keep going?”
“Let me.” I was growing hard. “We can pleasure each other and still let your cunt rest for a bit.”
“Griff,” she gasped, reaching out for my cock. “Why does your filthy mouth have to turn me on so much?”
I grunted as she tugged on my cock. “I don’t know. But I’m glad. Oh yes, Scarlett, harder, tug me harder.”
She took instruction well, jerking me off as I played with her clit. I tentatively eased my fingers into her cunt, but she winced. Jesus, she was sore. I pressed a kiss to her swollen nipple and returned my ministrations to her clit. "I am sorry."
"Don't be." She undulated against me, her grip on me tightening to almost painful. It was fucking marvelous. "I loved it. I just… need a rest… oh, Griff…oh God…"
“Yes,” I grunted. “Like that.”
She came first. Short, sharp. Beautiful. A flush spread over her perfect, now golden, skin.
My balls drew up, and I took her hand off me. Scarlett's brows drew together in confusion but cleared when I straddled her waist and took her bountiful tits in hand. She gasped as I slid my hard cock between them and squeezed them around it.
Her hands went to the headboard as I fucked her tits.
It was hot.
Jesus. I was going to come fast.
I let go of her, grabbed my cock and wrenched it hard, roaring her name as my cum spurted out all over her fantastic breasts.
Her chest heaved, her cheeks were bright. “So dirty,” she breathed. “so hot.”
I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. “I’m still hard. You’re like fucking Viagra.”
She started to giggle uncontrollably and a rush of love swept over me. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
“You realize you say that every morning to me?”
“Yes.” I pulled her up to sitting. “Your husband is a lecherous bastard.”
She glanced down at her cum-covered tits. Cum dripped off one of her nipples, and my cock swelled. "Jesus fuck."
She grinned at me. “Merry Christmas.”
It was my turn to burst into laughter.
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After a shower and breakfast, Scarlett and I settled in the villa's lounge. Management had decorated for Christmas at my request, and when we arrived, we had placed our gifts for each other and from friends under the Christmas tree in the corner.
I sat sipping my coffee watching Scarlett bring the presents over to the rug between the two sofas. It was a domestic scene that I hadn't in a million years imagined myself apart of.
Whenever Scarlett gave the word, we'd try for children, and soon this vision would change to our kids opening their presents.
The thought scared the shit out of me.
But it also filled something inside me I hadn’t known had been empty.
“I say we open Amelia and Quentin’s gifts first and then ours.”
I did whatever she wanted to do. I wasn't very good at presents. This was the first year Xavier hadn't bought the gifts on my behalf.
"Ooh." Scarlett stroked the silk Hermes scarf Amelia (and Quentin, though I suspected he'd left the gift-giving to Amelia as I had left it to Scarlett). "Very 'Old Hollywood.'"
I smirked. “You’ll look like a red-haired Marilyn Monroe with that wrapped around your hair. Except for the eyes.” No one had eyes like Scarlett. Well, technically her sister did, but even then they weren’t the same.
“Open yours.”
I did. It was a TAG Heuer sports watch. "Nice."
"Very." Scarlett settled on the floor by my legs and leaned up to look at the watch more carefully. "We'll need to thank them for my scarf and your timepiece."
My lips twitched. "My timepiece?"
She laughed. “What? Isn’t that what you English call it?”
"No," I snorted. "We call it a watch."
"Oh but timepiece sounds sexier in your accent." She preceded to put on an awful English accent. "'Let me just check my timepiece.'"
Chuckling I shook my head at her. “Please never do that again.”
“What?” she rested her elbow on my knee, her chin in her hand. The fake accent came out again. “Am I rubbish at it?”
“You sound like Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady.”
She giggled and slapped my leg. “I do not.”
I grabbed her hand, caressing her palm with my thumb. “I’ve decided it’s fucking adorable.”
“You’re fucking adorable.”
I shook my head at her nonsense. “I’ve never been called that in my life.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Hmm.” I let go of her hand and pointed the present I’d bought her. “That one next.”
"You first." She dove for the slim package wrapped in silver paper with a red bow at the end. It looked like ... jewelry? Intrigued by the flash of nervousness in her eyes when she gave it to me, I kissed her before opening it.
“I’ll love it,” I promised.
Scarlett smiled tremulously. "I hope so. I wasn't sure what to get the man who has everything."
“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I murmured, unwrapping the present. “You alone are more than I deserve.”
The paper gave way to reveal a velvet box. I snapped it open.
The silk lining inside the lid had the words Graf Von Faber Castell on it. It was my favorite pen company. How the hell had she noticed that? I threw her a bemused, pleased smile. “You notice everything don’t you?”
She gestured nervously to it. “It’s engraved.”
I gently removed the jet black fountain pen with its eighteen-carat gold tip and turned it around. My breath caught.
The words ‘You are part of my existence, part of myself – Yours Forever, Scarlett' was engraved neatly along the back of it.
"Great Expectations." The words came out hoarse with emotion I couldn't fucking hide. Months ago, when we'd begun sleeping together, we'd laid in bed many a night talking about everything and nothing. She'd coaxed the title of my favorite book out of me. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.
“It’s your favorite.” She leaned into me and my gaze moved from the pen to hers. “Do you like it?”
Did I like it?
I trailed the back of my fingers down her soft cheek. “It’s perfect. Thank you, my love.”
She bit her lip and grinned. "I'm glad. I just… This way when you're working, I'll always be with you."
I put the pen carefully back in its box and leaned down to kiss her. It was hard, deep, and not at all the kind of kiss I would be able to give her on Christmas morning in front of whatever future children we had. I pulled back and kissed her nose. “I love it.” Then I reached down to the rug and took hold of my gift for her.
She took the slightly weighty box in hand and gave me the giddy grin of a child.
I laughed. “Open it then.”
“What could it be?”
I shrugged, and she chuckled before excitedly ripping into it.
I sat back and watched her have at it.
Once the wrapping was gone, she stared at the box, almost hesitant. Strangely, my heart thumped a little harder, and I realized why she'd been so nervous to give me my present. It was the first real gifts we'd ever exchanged. I wanted to prove I knew her well, that I understood her. As she must have wanted to prove to me.
Opening the box, she found another parcel wrapped in tissue paper, its shape obvious. I saw her excitement grow as she seemed to sense what was beneath it and this time carefully unwrapped it.
The old hardcover book was in excellent condition. I'd been pleased to find it.
Scarlett stared at the plain grey binding with the silver title engraved on the front. Her lips parted in awe as she carefully opened it and looked at the printing date inside.
Those extraordinary eyes flew to mine. “It’s a first edition.”
I nodded.
Tears instantly filled my wife’s eyes. “Griff, this must have cost a small fortune.”
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” she laughed and sobbed at the same time. “It’s a first edition of Gone with the Wind.” She set it aside carefully and jumped up, only to throw herself at me.
My surprise turned to joy as I wrapped her in my arms and let her cry happy tears against my throat.
“Thank you,” she murmured into my skin. “I love it. I’ll treasure it always.”
I kissed her temple and arranged her more comfortably on my lap. “We did well then.”
Scarlett pulled back and stared at our gifts. “We did so well.”
“Merry Christmas, Scarlett.”
She cuddled into me, resting her head on my shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Griff.”
◆◆◆
That evening after a quick Skype call with Amelia and Quentin to wish them a Happy Christmas, we climbed into bed.
We’d spent the day swimming in the ocean, taking a long walk along the beach, and then celebrating with a very non-traditional Christmas dinner. By the time we climbed into bed we were tired from hours spent in the sun and the last few days of constant sex.
Knowing Scarlett’s body needed a break, I spooned her and wished her a good night.
“No sex?” she asked, surprised.
I chuckled. "You're tired. I'm tired. Let's just sleep."
She slid her hand over mine where it rested on her belly. “And you’re okay with that?”
Trying not to laugh I nuzzled her neck. “Darling, I can go without sex sometimes. I was a fucking monk all those weeks you wouldn’t talk to me.”
“True. Hmm.”
"And just so you know," I whispered in her ear, "If I never got to have sex with you again, but I still got to hold you every night, it would be enough."
My wife melted back into me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And then I thought more about it. "It would be enough but fuck would I miss sex with you."
Her body shook with laughter. “Don’t worry,” she chuckled. “I have no intention of withholding it.”
I tightened my embrace.
Fucking hell, she had me spooning. Moreover, with her I enjoyed it.
“Promise me, Griff,” she suddenly said, her tone serious, “Even when things are difficult, that we’ll always be like this.”
The vow rose up in me without even having to think about it. “I promise.”