Two years later...

Six weeks had passed and it was time for him to claim what was his. Little Rachael and Matthew were with their grandparents. It was Christmas Eve. They’d be there in the morning, but Matt needed to bond with his wife. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of his sweet Candy.

He walked back in the cabin after chopping wood for a fire and stopped in the kitchen for something to drink. Pulling a full bottle of orange Gatorade out of the fridge, he twisted the cap off and guzzled almost the entire bottle in one breath before setting it on the counter. Tugging his shirt off, he wiped the sweat off his face. A catcall whistle came from the doorway and he dropped the tee along with his jaw. In front of him was Candy in Christmas stockings and a pair of red panties. A gauzy, see-through, red robe laid open, revealing her cleavage. Matt swallowed hard, trying to take in what he was seeing.

“My Candy Kane,” Matt muttered, his eyes bugged out.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Kane,” she replied, biting her lip. “Have I told you how much I love when you come in all sweaty from chopping wood?”

“No, but I’ll get a wood burning stove if you’d like.” He approached her slowly, undoing his jeans and dropping them. He’d gone commando, and from the look in her eyes, she found it sexy. She licked her lips, causing his cock to visibly pulse and catch her notice. She crossed the rest of the distance to him and lowered herself to her knees.

“Suck,” he commanded, and she willingly did. Her lips wrapped around his length, sucking him down her pretty little throat. He tossed his head back, letting out a moan. She hummed around his cock, then slid her tongue up and down his shaft, taking it deeper than ever before. He growled and looked down at his sexy wife. His eyes met hers in a penetrating stare. “I’m going to come, Candy,” he warned her, pulling her up and off his cock.

He lifted her up and carried her to the kitchen window seat, his cock bobbing against her pussy and ass. Taking a seat, Matt lowered her down onto his thick length. She moaned and let out a baby grunt. “Breathe, Candy.” They hadn’t had sex since their son was born and her pussy was tight as fuck. Matt slid her all the way down, groaning with her vice like grip on his cock.

Their eyes locked and she smiled down at her lover. “I love you, Matthew.”

“I love, adore, and am freaking obsessed with you, Candice.” He felt her pussy flex with his words. The truth could be sexy. He’d been madly in love since the day they met, and over the past two years, nothing changed. To him, she was everything. With every baby, he felt his love and devotion grow stronger. He lowered his work hours to forty a week so he could be home to help with the kids. Then he’d spend the night taking care of her.

Matt loved her to the point of insanity, but he wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

He grabbed the collar of her robe and slid it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Kissing her softly, he slowly ground her hips down on him. With their bodies pressed together, he could feel the wetness on his chest from her breast milk and Matt licked his lips. He loved the taste of her milk and bent his head in for a drink. Licking around the nipple, he cleaned her breast of milk before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock and coming on him.

He roared and emptied his load in her back-to-new womb. She dropped her head to his shoulder, both of them breathing hard. They were nestled close together, just enjoying the feel of connecting.

“I’ve missed this,” she whispered against his skin.

“Me, too. Me, too,” he muttered, kissing her neck. “Where did you get this little outfit from?”

“Remember when you took me to town to buy me clothes our first time here? I picked it up then. I was going to put it on after my shower on Christmas morning, but the heat was off. Then Rachael was sick last Christmas, so I packed it away. Do you like it?”

“Like’s an understatement. I want to fuck you again.”

“Then take me to bed, my love.”

Seven Years Later…

“Let’s go, everyone,” Rachael yelled out. She’d been waiting to go look at the large tree in the city. It was Christmas Eve, and for the past two years, it had become a tradition to go. Matt watched his eldest with her holiday enthusiasm. She was just like her mother, who Matt was in trouble with. He’d done it again and she was pregnant with their fourth baby. It was her fault, too, but she didn’t see it that way.

Candice was about four months pregnant and had just gotten over her morning sickness. This one made her a little more irritable, but she still wanted to come with them to see the tree.

“We have to wait for mommy, Rachael.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m just so excited. I love Christmas.”

“Me, too, sweetheart. You remind me of your mommy. She loves looking at the lights. She gets that pretty glint in her eyes just like you.” He hugged his beautiful daughter tightly. What he didn’t know was his pretty wife was watching the scene.

She came down the stairs smiling. “Hey, beautiful, are you ready?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, grabbing her coat. “Can I see you in the kitchen, Matt?”

“Absolutely.” Matt turned to Rachael and said, “Help Jack and Matthew with their coats, please, sweetheart.”

“Yes, daddy.” She smiled and walked to the coat closet.

Matt walked behind his wife to the kitchen.

“What’s up, Candy?”

“This,” she said, her hands wrapped around her neck and she kissed him passionately. Full of lust, he pushed her against the counter. Some of the dishes crashed to the floor making lots of noise and sent them into a fit of laughter. Rachael ran into the room in a panic to see them hugging.

“Mama,” Matthew said behind Rachael.

“It’s okay, Mattie. They’re kissing again. Gross,” she said, scrunching her nose.

The couple laughed at their children. “Give us a minute.”

“Kids, go get a candy cane off the tree,” Matt said. They scurried, happily and easily distracted. He turned back to his wife with a wicked grin. It was time for him to have some of his Candy Kane.

The End