Six years later…

“Is she asleep?”

I nodded and grabbed her by the waist. Her squeal making us both freeze.

“Shhhh,” I whispered huskily, biting her earlobe.

“Sorry,” she giggled.

“She’s out like a light. Santa’s on his way and he won’t get here if she doesn’t fall asleep.”

Eve shook her head and stared back at me. “Well, before we get any me and you time, you need to go take a bite out of that Christmas cookie and get to work.”

“But I want a bite of your cookie.”

She swatted at my arm and laughed, I loved to hear her laugh. “It will only take you a few minutes.”

I nipped at her neck and reluctantly pulled back. “Fine, but I better have my Christmas present ready to unwrap when I’m done.”

She bit her lip and slowly lifted her sweater over her head. My cock twitched at the sight of her red, sheer bra. Her nipples looked like round perfectly shaped coins, poised and ready to be sucked.

“Fuck,” I whispered as she she winked at me and shut the bedroom door closed behind her, keeping me for what I craved her most.

I rushed down to the basement and for the next thirty minutes, I made sure the cookies were eaten, the glass of milk was half empty, and dozens of presents were under the tree. Santa had done pretty well in his last project and had received a Christmas bonus.

I carefully placed the envelope on the tree, Eve’s name scrawled across it. In it were two tickets to Italy. A honeymoon trip we never quite got to take ever since she told me Angel on her way. Not that she’d ever complained about it. Our little girl was our world, she was our everything. We’d planned for more, but unfortunately the pregnancy had taken it’s toll on Eve’s body. We weren’t angry though, our daughter was healthy and we couldn’t have been happier. We’d even discussed adopting in the last year.

Through all the years we’d spent together, she never asked for more, but I did owe her this bet, and I didn’t forget to pay off my debts. Angel was five years old and Sam and Carol had already agreed on taking care of her.

If everything went according to plan, we’d fly out after the new year and spend two weeks in paradise, enjoying one another. I wanted her all to myself. Wrapped in silk sheets and drinking red wine on a balcony while watching the sun set along the Tuscany hills.

Remembering the sultry woman who was currently waiting for me upstairs, I quietly made my way into the bedroom. I grinned as I found my present lying in bed. A pink Santa hat on her head, a pink mini skirt hitched high up her thighs, and white and pink candy cane striped stockings attached to some seriously sexy white stiletto heels. My favorite. She’d changed into a white sheer bra, and her plump breasts rose and fell in rhythm with her peaceful breathing.

She looked like Christmas cotton candy and I licked my lips and rubbed my hands together ready to savor my treat. As I approached the bed I nearly laughed. My candy cane had fallen asleep while she waited for me. After everything we’d done today, the party, the cooking, the hosting, I couldn’t blame her. But I wanted my treat and she’d promised.

Stripping quickly, my cock leapt forward knowing immediately what it wanted. I crawled onto the king sized bed, slowly spreading my wife’s legs apart. I groaned as her pink pussy came into view. Stretching out between her legs I took my first lick.

Her breathing remained rhythmic as I dragged my tongue up and down her puffy lips, leisurely lapping at her, getting her nice and wet for me. As my tongue curled around her clit, her breath hitched and I looked up, hoping she’d wake. Her legs spread and she moaned lightly, but her eyes remained closed.

I smiled to myself as I took my last lick and knelt before her, my cock dragging along her swollen center. Her lips parted and her hips swiveled, lightly humping up at me. I smirked, even in dreamland she wanted me.

I wanted to fuck her awake. So I rolled her clit with my thumb, her body responding to my fondling. She moaned a little louder this time and I leaned forward to kiss her lips.

“Wake up sweetheart,” I plunged into her, filling her up completely as her eyes flew open. Her mouth gaped in a shocked, silent scream, her pussy spasming from my surprise intrusion.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I fucked her slowly. Her eyes never leaving mine while her hands fisted the sheets. Her hips lifted to meet each thrust, urging me to fuck her harder, but I kept my rhythm slow and torturous.

“Christian,” she moaned my name as she gripped my arms, pulling herself closer to me.

“You’re such a tempting little candy cane. I couldn’t keep my cock out of your sweet pussy, baby.”

“Ohh, God,” she moaned as I dragged my cock in and out of her, taking my time as I rolled her clit with my thumb.

“You know what I want, baby. Gimme what I want.”

Her breath held as I fucked her faster, my hips pounding into her now, driving her wild. Her tits bounced in that sheer white bra and I growled as I propped her up, bringing those nipples up to my mouth.

Her hands swept through my hair and she groaned needy. “Oh my God, I needed this.”

“Mmmmm, me too,” I growled as I yanked her bra down finally getting my fill of her velvety tips.

“Nothing compares to having you inside me,” she whimpered in between moans.

My cock swelled up inside of her and I plunged my hips down into her, rolling our bodies in a needy dance. Her arms and legs held me tight as we tumbled into an array of hot passionate kisses, greedy moans, and muffled screams as she came undone for me.

She shuddered in the aftermath as I lay wrapped around her waist. My head on her chest as she stroked my hair. I loved wrapping myself up in her, falling asleep buried inside of her.

“Will it always be this way?” She asked me, her voice sleepy.

“It will be any way you wish, my precious Angel.”

She smiled as her eyes drifted closed, and I lay there, for a long time, watching her sleep. Nearly ten years ago I walked into a bar, unbeknownst to me, the love of my life would be waiting for me. It took some convincing, we had our arguments and our doubts, but the most important thing was that we knew we had each other. No matter what.

She always called me her hero, but in the end she saved me. I was drowning in my past and she gave me a future. A family. And love.