Our house was packed, our parents were passing baby Elisabeth around, and I had Meghan close to me. All felt right in the world. Hell, it always felt right with Meghan and our baby girl in my life.

Some upbeat holiday song played from the radio, and the laughter and cheer was enough to leave this thick sensation on the skin.

But it was the good kind of feeling. It was the kind that made you know you were loved. I took another drink of my spike apple cider … that shit potent as hell and having this fire start in my belly.

We’d just finished dinner, and although I was ready to relax, having Meghan close to me had me thinking of other things. Hell, she just had to breathe and I was ready for her. It didn’t matter that family was all around us, or that I should have had some semblance of control.

My woman was fucking gorgeous, and I loved her too damn much to try and control myself and be PC.

She shifted on my lap as she went to reach for her glass. And just like that my fucking cock rose to attention. It was like a starving animal that had just been thrown a morsel of food.

I pushed the fall of hair off her shoulder. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, my cock jerking.

“Brendan,” Meghan said, her voice hushed, shocked, but also sounding like she knew what was coming and anticipated it.

“How about we head to the bathroom real quick, and I make you feel good?” I felt her shift again, and I closed my eyes and held in my groan. No doubt I wanted to be deep in her pussy, feeling her tightness around me. But what I wanted more right now was to get her off … with my mouth. “Meet me in the bathroom.” I helped her off me, kept my hands in front of my crotch to hopefully hide my boner, and headed down the hall and away from everyone.

Once in the bathroom I pressed the heel of my palm down on my dick. It seemed like forever before the bathroom door opened and Meghan stepped inside. For long seconds we just stared at each other. Her cheeks were red, her pupils dilated, and I could see the way her pulse beat wildly right below her ear.

I wanted her. Now.

Before she could say anything, hell, before I could even try and talk myself out of this, seeing as our families were right outside, I was right in front of her. Cupping her ass in my hands, I groaned softly at the feel of the fleshy mounds. She was so fucking perfect.

“As much as I want to fuck you right now,” I said and lifted her onto the bathroom counter, “I want my mouth all over your pussy.” I kissed her then, stroked my tongue along her lips, and held in the guttural sound that would have left me. “I want you to come with my tongue thrust deep in your cunt, baby.” She made the sweetest sound. Not wasting another moment, because we really didn’t have a lot of time before someone realized we were gone, I went to my haunches in front of her. She placed her legs on my shoulders, her dress rising up. I got to see between her thighs. The white panties she wore were so fucking hot.

I didn’t even bother getting her underwear off. I just slipped my finger under the elastic side, pulled it over, and placed my mouth right over her pussy. The smell and flavor of her was so damn addicting. I plunged my tongue in and out of her, but couldn’t hold myself back from moving up and sucking her clit into my mouth. I hummed, knowing she felt the vibrations. She clutched at my hair, pulling the strands hard enough it hurt … hard enough it felt incredible.

My cock throbbed, my balls were drawn up to my body, and it was damn hard keeping that fucker in my pants.

This is about your girl.

It was always about Meaghan. Always.

I devoured her then. I licked at her clit, ran my tongue down her cleft, and loved the little mewling sounds she made. I was frenzied for her, wanting desperately to get her off like I needed to take my next breath. I held her legs open with my hands on her inner thighs, and groaned at her flavor. I was so drunk on her it was a miracle I could even function right now.

“Yes, Brendan,” she whispered. I looked up, but didn’t stop from plunging my tongue in and out of her. “I’m going to get off.” She pulled at my hair even harder.

I fucking loved it.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” I renewed my efforts, and just when I felt her tense, knowing she’d climax, I reached up and covered her mouth with my hand. She moaned, the sound muffled. The position I was in was slightly awkward, but I didn’t move. I kept eating her out until she sagged against the mirror, breathing hard, her hands now at her sides on the granite.

I rose up, and not bothering to wipe her juices from my mouth, I reached out and cupped her nape. I brought her close, slammed my lips on hers, and made her taste herself. My cock was throbbing, but I told the fucker later we could have all the fun with Meghan. Right now, seeing her get off, and tasting that on my tongue was like fucking heaven.

I pulled back, my hands still on either side of her face. “I love you so fucking much.” She was still trying to catch her breath, and damn, that made me feel good.

“I love you too.” She leaned forward and kissed me.

I helped her off the counter, adjusted her dress, and made sure it didn’t look like I’d just been mouth-fucking my woman. Not that I cared if I did, but our family didn’t need to know any of that.

When we were as presentable as we were going to get, we headed out of the bathroom and to where our family was. As our daughter got doted on, I looked at Meghan. I got lost in everything that was this woman.

Every day I fell more in love with Meghan, and I knew it would be like that until the day I died.