Epilogue

One Year Later

Ethan

If you told me a year ago that the mansion would be decorated for Christmas, and I happily footed the bill for the preparations, I wouldn’t have believed you. But then again, I wouldn’t have believed that I’d be a father to a three-month old. And I would have called you crazy if you told me that I’d be married to a gorgeous woman with a huge heart.

Yet, here I am, happily wearing a tacky Christmas sweater and wrapping presents in my living room. Candy isn’t even here with me, she’s busy putting our daughter, Noelle, to bed. Still, I’m doing this willingly. It makes her happy, and even though I hate to admit it, the Christmas cheer is starting to rub off on me. Although, that might just be my deep, burning obsession with my wife – it’s never waned, and I’d do anything to make her happy.

Tomorrow, after we spend our morning together, we’ll be hosting Candy’s friends from the shelter. All of the people that I moved into housing last year are either still in the homes I paid for or well on their way to purchasing their own places. I never thought I’d feel pride for other people, but I’m almost as proud of them for their achievements as Candy is.

She’s still volunteering at the shelter. The board of directors has offered to put her on the payroll, but she’s turned them down every time. She’d rather that money go to someone who actually needs it, and I’m more than happy to fund whatever lifestyle she wants to lead.

I stare at the sloppily-wrapped gift and chuckle to myself. Candy’s so much better at this than I am, but I want to get better at it for her. We have every Christmas for the rest of our lives for me to improve, and I’m looking forward to that.

I reach for another box, a gift for Noelle, and start the process over again. This time, I’m going to get this right. If not, at least our sweet girl won’t remember how badly I did.

I’m so focused on my task that I don’t realize Candy’s standing behind me. In fact, I don’t register her clearing her throat at first, instead working on taping down the corner of the paper. Finally, a call of my name makes me turn around.

At first, I don’t quite believe what I’m seeing. My gorgeous wife is standing in front of me, wearing nothing but Christmas ribbons and bows. She’s wrapped up just like a present, entirely for me.

“Well,” she says, sauntering over to me, swinging her hips in the way she knows drives me absolutely crazy. “Are you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to come over here and get your gift?”

“All this for me?” I ask, my brain and my cock waking up to what I’m being offered.

I get off the floor and make my way over to her. She grins, pushing her chest out to display the bows that are covering her nipples. My mouth waters, and my dick presses against the front of my pants.

“Of course,” she says, sucking in a breath when I rest my hands on her waist. “I wasn’t sure what to get the man who had everything for Christmas. Then I remembered there’s something that only you can have… Me.”

“Fuck, Candy,” I groan, my fingers playing with the bow she has tied around her waist. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Only for you.”

Something about the way she says it, a declaration, a vow, makes something in me snap. With my mouth, I grab onto one of the bows hiding her nipples. Slowly, while making eye contact with her, I remove it.

Candy shivers as the hardened nub is exposed to the air. I drop the decoration to the ground and cover her perfect, pert nipple with my mouth. With my free hand, I swipe away the other bow and close my finger and thumb around the other nub.

I’m rewarded for my efforts with a delicious, needy sigh. I do all the things I know she likes, because even though this is a gift for me, her pleasure is the sweetest treat. Her body shifts, her hips pushing forward without her permission.

I can’t hold myself back anymore, foreplay be damned.

I untie the ribbon around her stomach as I shift my attention from her tits to her mouth. She whines, and I drink down the noise. My cock twitches painfully, begging to be buried inside of her.

Reaching down to undo my belt and zipper with one hand, I slide the other between Candy’s legs. She widens her stance for me, allowing me better access to what I want. Her own hands come to help mine, pushing my jeans and boxers down easily. I kick them to the side and shove my cock against her stomach, hissing at the way my flesh feels against her skin.

“I’m going to ride you,” she says against my lips, pressing my side gently to guide me toward the couch.

Candy doesn’t have to tell me twice. I go to the couch, dragging her along with me. She smiles into our kiss, and I take the opportunity to swipe my tongue into the opening.

I don’t get to explore far before my knees are hitting the back of the sofa. As I go down, I take her with me, her knees landing on either side of my thighs. Our kiss resumes, and this time it’s filthy, all sliding tongues and wet lips.

Wasting no time, I reach down and angle my cock toward her opening. I tease her gently, sliding the head through her dripping folds. She grinds down, whining desperately into my mouth as she asks for more. If I were a crueler man, I’d make her beg for it.

I’m just as impatient as she is, though.

My cock lined up, I grab onto her waist and pull her down. My length slides into her fully, and she moans. The sound makes me dizzy and fills me with pride. Even after a year together, she’s still not used to my girth, the stretch that overtakes her each time we fuck.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I curse, twitching my hips up slightly to get some of the friction I’m absolutely dying for.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” she admits, lifting herself up slightly before dropping back down. “I had to touch myself while I was getting ready for you, daddy. I’ve needed your cock so bad.”

“And now you have it, baby girl,” I growl, pulling her down into a kiss as she begins riding me in earnest.

With Candy in control, I have no way of adjusting to her speed. Each time my body starts to adjust, to anticipate her next move, her rhythm changes. I bite at her bottom lip, feeling my orgasm starting to build in the pit of my stomach.

Candy’s gotten good at pushing me closer to the finish line in record time. It makes me feel like a teenager with his first girlfriend in the best way. Every time we have sex, it feels brand new. Everything’s exciting and unpredictable.

“You feel so good around my cock,” I groan, bringing one of my hands between her thighs.

I start rubbing gently at her clit. She grinds down on my fingertip with each of her thrusts, soaking up the pleasure that I’m giving her. It’s obvious that she’s been anticipating this all day. She’s dripping, and her thighs start to quake. I feel her pussy clench around me, and I know her own orgasm isn’t very far off.

“Oh my god,” she whines, breaking our kiss to toss her head back. “Right there.”

I smirk, continuing my ministrations and ignoring the way my own abdomen tightens with the heat of my impending climax. I’ll worry about that once my wife comes. The only gift I want this Christmas is her pleasure.

“You close, sweetheart?” I ask through gritted teeth. Sweat starts to pool on my forehead. “Feels like you’re about to burst.”

“I am,” she says urgently before letting out a string of curses. “I’m so close, Ethan.”

“Then, go ahead,” I instruct her, pistoling my hips up to meet each one of her thrusts. “Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

With my permission given, Candy’s body tightens. Her bouncing stops, and she grabs onto my shoulders tightly to keep herself upright as pleasure rips through her. I keep fucking her shallowly, rubbing circles around her clit while she moans my name.

She slumps forward when her orgasm subsides, and I grab onto her waist. In a quick, easy motion, I flip our positions so she’s lying on her back. My name falls from her lips, and I lean down to silence her with a kiss.

I’m ruthless as I chase my pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. I grunt into Candy’s mouth, shifting my thrusts to aim for her g-spot. She might be oversensitive, but I think I can pull another orgasm out of her as I fall over the edge myself.

Her hands scramble over my back for purchase. And, when she finds it, her nails dig into my skin. I’m sure she’s leaving angry, red marks, and that only spurs me on further.

Before I know it, her pussy is spasming around me once again. As her second climax of the night pulls her under, my own bursts forth from my body. We go off the cliff together, our moans turning into a symphony of pleasure.

I fill her to the brim with my seed, whispering her name as the last drops are milked from me. Even after my orgasm subsides, I stay nestled inside her, pressing soft kisses to her mouth. Her responses are sleepy, but I can tell she’s satisfied.

“You should head to bed,” I say as I pull out of her, kissing the side of her mouth to hush her when she protests the loss.

“No, not yet,” she sighs, letting me help her sit up. She glances at the mess I’ve left on the floor, the poorly wrapped gifts. “I think you need my help here.”

“Yeah,” I admit with a chuckle. “Maybe a little.”

“Will you make some coffee while I get cleaned up?” she asks, cocking her head adorably. “There are still a lot of gifts to get through.”

“We shouldn’t have left this all for the last minute,” I joke as I get to my feet.

“Nah,” she says with a grin. “It’s more fun to do it all on Christmas Eve.”

I offer her my hand, pulling her to her feet before I give her another kiss. “Whatever you say. You’re the Christmas expert after all.”

“I love you,” she says, her face lighting up brighter than the Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

“I love you, too,” I reply. “Now, let’s get this done. We have a big day tomorrow.”

~The End

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