25. Casper

Chapter 25

Casper

Afterwards, Saskia lays between us and we take turns kissing her as we all recover from the high of the last few hours.

Still, Henry and I can’t stop touching her, and our hands stroke wherever they can, squeezing her breasts and thighs, and each other too.

We both moan when we find our hands between her legs, playing with the mess we’ve made, our cum-drenched fingers slipping inside her once more.

My body is thoroughly wrung out, yet I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

“I think,” Henry sighs after a while, kissing her shoulder. “I’m going to give you a nice, warm bath.”

I sweep her hair away from her neck and nuzzle into it. “And I’m going to change these sheets, then you can get back into them and get a good night’s sleep.”

“ We ,” she whimpers, grabbing hold of my arm. “You’re sleeping here, too.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want,” she says, sleepily. “You already gave me the best present ever, but I want one more thing, and it’s to fall asleep between both of you.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” Henry reassures her. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

A deep sense of peace washes over me as I watch them kiss each other. This weekend was always going to be the end of something for me and my wife, but now it feels like it might also be the start of something new.

Henry’s arm reaches for mine as Saskia rolls to face him. I curl my body around hers and wrap my arm around his back, not quite ready for any of us to leave the bed.

“Merry Christmas, angels.”