DAY 19: Elle Christensen | 25 Days of Christmas
On the nineteenth day of 25 Days of Christmas, Elle Christesen gave us a special Holiday Bonus Scene from A Very Faerie Christmas and ONE lucky winner a chance to win a paperback of the same title and another lucky winner a swag pack!
PS. The paperback is US ONLY. The swag giveaway is open to INTERNATIONAL readers as well!
Phin
“Meallá!”
I stomp into the kitchen and try to ignore the amazing smell of whatever treat my wife is baking.
“There’s no need to yell. I’m right here.” She saunters into the room with a saucy smile and…fuck. She’s wearing nothing but a red apron that has a gingerbread woman on it with the words, “Oh Snap!” right over her baby bump.
“You aren’t going to distract me,” I growl. Something we both know isn’t true. When it comes to my wife, I’m a fucking pussy cat and she’s my favorite cream. I avert my eyes and try to hold on to my indignation. “Don’t think I don’t know you were on that damn rickety ladder hanging Christmas lights on the Gazebo for the holiday fair again.”
She flips her long, silky, white-blonde hair over her shoulder and plants her hands on her ample hips. I swallow hard and sternly tell my dick to back the fuck off.
“Who told you?” she asked with an irritated glower. “Bunch of tattletales,” she mumbles under her breath.
“Does it matter? For fuck’s sake, I don’t want you on that thing even when you aren’t pregnant. What if you fell?” I shout the last part. The thought of all the ways she could have been hurt chase away my arousal and fear fuels my anger.
Meallá saunters forward and I fight the urge to back away as the anger once again melts away and all the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock.
“You’re right. I realized once I was on it how dangerous it was, and I talked to the committee about getting a new ladder.”
Her acquiescence makes me feel a little better, but I still narrow my eyes in warning and grunt, “No ladders. Not while you’re pregnant.”
She closes the last bit of distance between us and slips her arms around her neck, pressing her tits into my chest. “No more,” she agrees easily. My hands have a mind of their own and they got to her waist before gliding over her hips and around to palm her naked ass. I groan at the delicious feel of the round globes in my palms. My lips find hers as I jerk her forward, squeezing her ass and nestling my erection in the apex of her thighs. Then I walk her backward until her back is against the wall.
She moans and I boost her up so her legs circle my waist, my lips never deviating from devouring hers. She tastes like cinnamon and vanilla. I decide that I’ll be eating whatever she was baking off of her for dessert. “Kids?” I ask when we come up for air. My hands are already working the tie at the back of the apron and I pause to hear her answer. Her outfit suggests they aren’t around, but I want to be sure. I don’t want to scar our kids for life by having them walk in on me fucking their mother up against the kitchen wall.
“Parents,” she pants. “They won’t be back until dinner.” Then she dives back in and tangles her tongue with mine.
“Thank fuck,” I groan as I fumble with the zipper on my jeans, desperate to get inside her. “Five years and I still can’t get enough of your sexy body.” I finally manage to free my dick and I rub it over the lips of her pussy a couple of times. “You’re so wet for me. I need inside your hot little pussy, baby.
As usual, my dirty mouth drives her crazy and Meallá wiggles impatiently. “Inside me, Phin,” she demands in a breathy tone that hardens my dick to the point of pain.
I line us up and drive in hard until every inch of me is buried in the tight cocoon of her womb.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
Meallá and I freeze and the blood drains from her face as we hear the front door slam and two sets of little feet racing toward the kitchen.
“Ewan was being a baby and wanted to come home,” our four-year-old daughter, Kenna, yells.
“I’m not a baby!” argues our two-year-old.
“Go to your rooms!” I shout, trying not to panic. Thank Fate their footsteps halt.
“Why?” Kenna asks and I can practically hear the pout on her face.
Thinking fast, I go with the reason that is the most likely to keep them sequestered in their rooms. “Mommy has a surprise for you!”
Meallá raises a blonde brow and cock her head to the side as if to say, “Oh really?”
I shrug and stifle a moan when the movement causes my dick to twitch as Meallá’s walls squeeze him tight. My hips buck involuntarily and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I sigh. I adore my children with everything in me, but fuck, they have the worst timing when it comes to getting naked and sweaty with my gorgeous wife. “Go wait in your rooms, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” they respond, and the thumps of their footsteps fade as they go in the opposite direction.
I grit my teeth and pull out of my wife’s warm, wet center. “Later,” I promise roughly, resting my forehead on hers. When I look up, she’s watching me with darkened, hungry eyes. “Stop looking at me like that, baby. Torturing me now means I torture you all fucking night.”
She lowers her lashes, then looks up at me coyly. “Promise?”
I nod and swallow hard, steeling myself up because I know it’s going to be a while before I can make good on my vow. I finally release her legs and let her slide to the floor. Then I turn her around and smack her naked ass to get her going.
She yelps but the blush stealing over her porcelain skin is not from embarrassment, but rather from desire. My girl gets hot when I spank her. I shake my head vigorously as I carefully tuck my still hard dick back into my pants. That train of thought won’t help my situation.
“I hope whatever you baked will be a good ‘surprise’,” I say as I follow her round ass down the hallway to our room, practically drooling.
“Lucky for you, I was getting the stuff ready to make Christmas cookies with them,” Meallá laughs.
“You mean lucky for them,” I correct. “I’ll get lucky after they go to bed tonight.”
“Just wait until you open your present Christmas Eve,” she quips sassily.
“Merry Christmas to me,” I say with a grin. She drops the apron and walks into our closet bare-ass naked. “And a happy new year.”
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