Blissful Christmas by
BJ Harvey
“Wake up, gorgeous,” I hear a husky voice whisper from the
warm hard body currently cocooning mine.
I shake my head ever so slightly which simply earns a thrust
of morning wood against my ass and a deep chuckle that speaks to my loins.
“Mac, it’s Christmas. You need to wake up so I can give you
my present.” I feel the bed shift as I assume he sits up behind me against the
deep oak headboard of our king sized bed.
“I’d rather have the present that was offered to me a minute
ago as long as I can just lie here. We can role play. Sleepy, pregnant
girlfriend with a horny, rabid superhero swooping in to save the day. Or make
my day, if you’re good enough that is.” I giggle as I feel Daniel’s arms wrap
around my waist and rub my belly, waking up the spawn inside.
“Shh, no talking. You’ll wake them up, and it’s way too soon
to be worrying about the kids hearing us.” He nips my earlobe before sucking it
into his mouth. Damn, that man knows the right buttons to push.
The hand on my belly moves upwards to my now larger than
life boobs; definitely one of Daniel’s favorite pregnancy side effects. Knowing that I’ll soon
be unable to think straight, I reach my arm behind me and find his weapon of
mass impregnation—hey, the name stuck, alright? Blame Kate!—straining towards
me. Enveloping him in my hand, I slowly stroke up and down, adding a signature
twist at the end to keep him on his toes.
His hand moves quickly from my aching breasts, and under my
silk, mistletoe panties, finding me wet and raring to go; another positive side
effect of this procreation business.
“Mac,” he growls. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna
finish.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He pulls his hand away leaving me to whimper at the loss.
“Good because I think it’s time for you to sit up.”
“On your cock?” I add, rolling over to face him.
“On your knees, gorgeous. It’s my turn to give, and if I’m
not mistaken, I have some mistletoe to kiss.”
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