Vix

MORNING IS HERE AND Santa brought me everything I could have ever dreamed.

“You okay, baby?”  I kiss her inner thigh, which is twitching like a motherfucker, and listen to her gasping for air.

She shakes her head but hitches her hips upward into my mouth yet again.

“You’ve become a greedy girl.”

She nods, and I dive back into her soaking slit.  It’s still dark, we’ve barely slept, but I’ve not made love to her yet.  Something told me it wasn’t time.

My cock vehemently disagreed, but he will have his time.  Once I’m inside her, I may never leave.

For now, I’m happy as fuck to have my mouth on her.  Looking up, I see little red and purple welts over her tits and torso where I’m marked her.

Not something I’ve ever thought to do before, but with her it wasn’t just a want, it was a need.  The world needs to know she is claimed and no one will ever touch her but me.

I haven’t stopped touching her, in one way or another, since I kissed her cheek in the living room.

I reached for her all night, keeping her tucked next to me, letting her feel what she does to me.

Her mouth is legendary.  That’s something else she’s never done, but Christ on the Cross if she wasn’t born to suck my cock.

“God, Vix...”  She moans, her back arching, thighs tightening on my cheeks, and I’ve learned this is her tell. She’s close, and hearing my name on her lips, bringing her to this spot, has my own orgasm on a hair trigger.

“Yes, baby?”  I stop the motion of my tongue, smile and reach up and grab her tit, pinching her nipple and reveling in the yelp that falls from her lips on a desperate whimper.

“Why did you stop?”  Her words are shaky, and she presses her head back into the pillow, her hands gripping the white, crumpled sheets at her sides.  “I’m so close.  God, please...”

I can’t make her wait.  Fuck, I can’t make me wait.  I think I enjoy her orgasms more than she does.  Her release drips down my beard already but I want more.

One more.

“What do you want for Christmas, baby?”  I ask, my cock painfully hard even after cumming in her mouth and on her tits twice already in the last hour. 

The scent of her sex swirls around us and I give her the moment.  Sure, I want to fuck into her like an animal, but I told her it would be her call and although it may kill me, I’m keeping my word.

I’ll admit, I’m praying for my own Christmas miracle here.

“I want you.”  The magic words tumble out on a moan.  “I want you to make love to me.”

I never understood when people said they heard fireworks go off in their head.

I do now.  Fucking M80’s are cracking off inside my skull and my cock is leaking cum all over her thigh.

“Your wish is my command.  I think this is the best Christmas morning of my life, baby.  I want you to know that.”

She giggles and I slip my hand behind her neck, tangling my fingers into her hair with a firm grip, shifting my hips between her open legs.

Her voice is heavy as she whimpers, “I’m pretty sure we’re on the naughty list by now.”

“I intend for us to never get off the naughty list.”

The tip of my cock brushes her slick heat and it’s hard as fuck to stay focused and not take her in one slamming thrust, but I want to feel every inch of her taking me.

As I’m taking her.

I want to feel her wrapping her gift around me, holding me inside, gripping onto my steel-hard shaft.

“Put your arms around me, baby.”  I raise my body up over her, pushing up on my arms so I can watch her face.

I feel her soft, tiny hands on my shoulders, then they move to grip the back of my neck.

“I’m sort of scared.” She admits, and I love her more for telling me.

“Baby, me too.”

A slight smile crests her lips at my words and I press upward, slowly, feeling her tiny opening yield a little, accepting that this is going to happen.  I meet her eyes and make sure she knows—I’m not joking and I’m not lying.  I’m as afraid of this as I’ve been in all my life.  But I know that this is right. 

Finally, it’s what we both need.

“I want to remember this moment, Eve.  I want to feel everything right now.”

She nods, her lips slightly open, eyes wide and stuck on mine as I feel her hips shift and press into me.

“You want me, baby? I need to hear you say it.”

Her teeth press into her bottom lip, then she answers.  “So much. I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want this.  I want you.”  The slight hitch in her voice tears at my heart.  The truth in her words vibrates down and shatters the loneliest parts of me.

“There’s something I’ve never done before as well,” I tell her, her hands gripping me tighter as I say the words.  My mouth is watering in anticipation of what I pray is about to happen.  “I’ve never been unprotected.  Never raw.  With anyone.  I’m not going to use anything with you, Eve.”

The statement shocks even me.  But it feels so right with her, the thought of my seed finding its place inside her body has me nearly shooting off right here.

She pulls my head down, her lips against the side of my beard.  “Make love to me.  I want you.”

There’s a buzzing in my ears as I slowly flex my hips and the tip of my cock pops inside of her on a wince.

“God damn, you’re so tight, baby.  I’m sorry, does it hurt?”  I shift my head so her eyes are back on mine.

Pink rises on her cheeks as she nods and I see the tension in her face.  “Don’t stop,” she adds, and I feel her body gush around me.

I still my movements for a moment, both to give her body time to adjust and to keep myself from cumming too soon.

Taking my time, I kiss her chest, then her neck, then finally her lips as I slowly push a few more inches of me inside her snug heat.

I don’t know which one of us is moaning louder.  I’ve never fucking done that before in my life, I’ve never been one to moan, but this girl has me upside down and inside out.

As I look up into her shimmering, greenish-gray eyes, I see something there I’ve wanted my entire life but didn’t even know until now. 

A future. 

A life. 

I’m half inside her, paralyzed by the bliss of it all.  Her body is strangling my cock but I don’t care.  A sheen of sweat covers my body at the sheer exertion of holding myself back.

The muscles in my arms twitch and flex as I hold myself above her, jutting my hips forward and watching the desire flicker in her eyes.

Her opening is drenching me, easing the entry, lubricating my girth and adding to the pleasure.  As I begin to lose myself in the wonder of the moment, she looks up and asks, “Does it feel good? For you?”

Jesus, really?  She’s just trying to kill me, I think.

“Baby, nothing has ever felt this fucking good. I’m not even sure this is real.”

My senses are buzzing, feeling each inch push inside her.  Her body is so small under me, and it’s possible she may never be able to take all of me.  I’m hurting her, I know I must be, but all I hear inside my head is the roar of ownership, the driving need to put something that belongs to me inside her.

Her hips come up and buck against me as I speed my strokes.  Her drenched cunt swallows up the last few inches and I stall, holding our bodies together, as close as physically possible, for a long moment.

“Does this feel as right to you as it does to me?”

I’m trembling with the pleasure of it all when she answers me by bringing her legs up to encircle mine, her heels nestling against the backs of my thighs.

She nods, her eyes screwed up tight.  “Yes.” She’s shaking right along with me, and there’s a painful pressure building in my balls.  “So, so right.”

She tugs at my legs with her feet, and I lean down and take her mouth as we rock and move with each other.

Our bodies joined, my mind spins and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

She feels too good.  The desire to breed her is too strong.

I press myself as deep inside her as she can take, feeling the hard resistance of her cervix as I grind us together, listening to the wet bliss of our movements.

On a breath, I bring a hand to her neck, unsure what I’m even doing but knowing I have to let her know who I am to her now.  My need to own her pounds in my chest.

Securing my fingers around her neck, just under her jaw, I feel her pulse race.  Her eyes shoot open, wide and locked to mine as I squeeze there, feeling the control over her very life.

“I’ve got you.”  I seethe. “Give yourself to me. Now.  I want it.  I want you. All of you.”

Her cunt starts to constrict as she latches her body onto me and begins to shake and scream out.

All gentleness in me evaporates and I slam in and out of her on a savage growl until jets of my cum are shooting out of me and I watch her in awe.

The vision of her entire being, wrapped in this moment of bliss, will stay with me forever.  I feel her pulse under my grip as stars dance in my eyes. My orgasm takes my breath from me and leaves in its place only her.

Always and only her.

I need to figure out how to bind her to me. 

“Baby.”  I release her neck and hear her take a gasping breath.  “You okay?”

She nods and I can’t help nuzzling back against her neck, sinking my teeth in there and feeling the gush of warm liquid where our bodies are connected.

I pull back to look into her face, more beautiful now than before, and wonder if every moment with her will always be like this.  Each one better than the last.

I must keep her. Somehow, someway forever. I will make her happy.

Forever.

I HOLD HER HAND THE entire drive to Cedar Terrace.  The roads are slick, but they were passable even out by my place.  Here in town, the ice isn’t so bad, leaving the way clear and just wet.

I made love to her again, then ate her to another round of orgasms in the shower before finally relenting to her demands to get back out into the world.

We ate cereal and I discovered her almost clinical need for caffeine which I provided gladly.

It’s my job to keep her safe, and I take that shit seriously, but I also want her to be happy and I’ll give her anything if it’s in my power to do so. 

Her orgasms are my muse. I’d happily go the rest of my life without any for myself, if I can only keep making her tremble the way she did for me today.  Her pleasure seems to be the fulfillment of every dream I didn’t know I had.

As I pull into the parking lot at the care home, she reaches for her backpack and looks up at me.

“Drop me at the back, okay?”

I narrow my eyes and she adds, “It’s company policy.  Staff enter around back.  Besides, it’s not good for me to be seen with a family member.  I have a hard-enough time with some of the staff as it is.  They see me coming in the front door with you, I’ll never hear the end of it. Just pull around to the back corner of the building and I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“Baby, I don’t care who sees us.  But if it’s going to make your day harder, then okay.  I don’t like hearing there’s anyone that gives you a hard time though.  That’s something I’ll have to deal with.”

“It’s fine.  Really.  No big deal.” 

I look to my left to make sure no one is coming as I pull back out of the parking lot and then drive around the back.

“It’s not fine in my book, but we can talk about it later. Just know this: your issues are my issues.  You have a problem, I want to know.  I’m interested in all of you, Eve.”

I reach over and slide my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her over for a kiss as I stop the truck at the back of the building.

She sighs as I swipe my tongue between her lips, but I force myself to break the kiss.  She wants to do her job and I respect that.  God knows, she’s done wonders for my mom.

“Go. I’ll be around most of the day with Mom.”

She smiles and nods, then reaches around and opens the door, climbing out into the cold.  I watch her walk carefully down the sidewalk and in through the back entrance.

Once she’s inside and I’m sure she’s safe, I pull back out front, park and go inside, signing in at the front desk.  The great room is full of residents and family members.  I see one of the staff walking around and snapping pictures of people.  Last year they did the same thing.  I remember seeing the pictures of family with the residents still pinned to notice boards and scattered on bedside tables when I came to look around with Mom in early February.  When I asked, I was told that they even projected them on a slideshow on Christmas Day for all the residents to watch.  It was one of the things that made me happy to be booking my mom in here, knowing that the staff genuinely cared like that.

Behind the grand piano where Eve plays, there’s a large flat screen TV, and it’s already running through photos from the day, all smiling faces of residents, family and staff.

“Hi, Vix.”  I turn to see Geraldine Mueller standing behind me.

“Hi.”  I finish signing in and then nod my head, adding as an afterthought, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too.”  She smiles, reaching into her purse.

We went to high school together.  Dated a couple times, but she was more the chaser and I sort of went along with it to be polite.  Her dad is here at Cedar Terrace and I must admit I deliberately keep things a bit chilly with her—she makes it clear she is ready and willing if I ever want to take what she’s offering.  And I don’t.

“Your dad well?”  I ask, bringing the conversation back to polite but distant.  Just acquaintances.

“Yes.”  She looks up from her purse, pulling out a sprig of green branch and holding it up over my head. “Mistletoe!” She chimes, leaning over, and before I can figure out a way out, her lips are on mine and she’s wrapping an arm around the back of my neck as there’s a flash of light from my left.

I do my best to not shove her off of me, telling myself it’s just a harmless tradition, but I do quickly step back, extracting myself from the kiss. As I do, I see the staff member with the camera smiling and looking through the lens aimed at us.

“You’re quick.”  I say gruffly, putting another foot of space between us.  “I gotta go. Mom’s waiting, you know.  Wish your dad a Merry Christmas from me.”

“I will.”  She smiles, clearly expecting more, but I turn away with a grunt.

In a couple of strides, I get to the elevator and a moment later I’m making my way up to see Mom.  When I reach her floor I use the key and step inside the apartment.

“Merry Christmas, Mom.” 

She’s sitting at her little dinette table, knitting something unrecognizable as she hums away.

“Merry Christmas, Christopher.”  She reaches out and I take her hand, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “When will your father be here?”

“Later today, Mom.  He got caught in a snow storm.  Don’t want him driving when it’s dangerous.”

My throat tightens as I issue the lie and I see the sadness in her eyes.

“No, of course.  I want him safe.  Wish I could get a phone and talk to him at least.”

“I’ll work on that this week, Mom.  See what I can do.”

She smiles, “You’re a good boy, Christopher.”

There are presents under her tree from me and some I bought to me from her.  I know if there’s nothing for me to open she’d be upset, and in the end,  I just want her happy.

“Oh.”  She sets down her knitting and raises a finger in the air. “I have something for you.”

She rolls herself into the bedroom and is back just as quickly.

“Here.” She reaches into the front pocket on the red sweater she’s wearing.

When she opens her hand, I’m dumbstruck.

“What’s that for?”  There’s a warmth that covers me as I look down to see the emerald and diamond ring she used to wear on her right hand.  It was her own mother’s engagement ring and I haven’t seen it in a long time.

“I think someday you’ll need it.”  Her eyes twinkle and there’s a tightness in my chest at the memory of the cascade of possessive intent I had with Eve all last night and this morning. “Maybe today.”

“Mom.”  She holds it up, waiting for me to take it as my heart bounces around in my chest.  “I can’t take this.”

“Like hell. What the fuck am I going to do with it?”  She blasts and I take the ring from her hand, feeling a jolt of something up my arm when I do. “Something tells me you could put it to good use.  I dreamed about you and that sweet piano girl last night.  I dreamed you were married and had a family.  She was wearing that ring. So, give your mother something to dream about, I want grandbabies someday, you know.”

There’s a rap on the door and it opens.

“Hello there, Mrs. Vixon.”  Genisys steps inside with a smile. “Just here to clean up a bit.”

She goes into the bedroom and starts making the bed as I push Mom over to the sofa and take a seat next to her.

“You know.” She says as I pinch the ring between my thumb and forefinger, trying to get a grip on the wild feelings careening around inside of me.  “I saw how you looked at her.”

“Mom.”  I shake my head.

“Don’t ‘Mom’ me.  Shit, I’ve seen that look before.”  She wags a finger at me.  “The way you looked at her, same way your father looked at me the first day we met.  He took me out that night to the carnival.  Put a ring on my finger not a week later.  I know what I know.”  She narrows her eyes.

I stuff the ring down into the front pocket of my jeans, trying to settle my thoughts.

“Okay, I’ll take good care of it.” 

“Don’t bullshit me.  Take good care of it?  That’s not what it’s fucking for.  I may not know what I had for breakfast, or how long it’s been since I last took a shit, but I do know what love looks like.  And I’ve seen it in your eyes every time you look at her.  Life goes too fast, Christopher.”  Her voice softens.  “You never know when it’s too late.”

“Mom, I love you, but you’re a little crazy.”  I chuckle, getting up to get one of the presents from under the tree and hand it to her.

Her hand darts out and grips my forearm as I look up to see Genisys glancing at us from the other room.

Mom’s loving eyes lock onto mine as her fingers tighten around my arm.  “Sometimes, a little crazy is just what we need.”