Page 17 of Christmas Obsession

“Yours,” I whisper, my own orgasm shuttering through me like a rogue wave up from the depths. It rolls slowly, evenly, building pressure as he fills me up, then all at once I release, burying my face against his shoulder, the scent of cedar and pine emanating upward as I come.

“Jesus Christ.” He rests his head on top of mine with a sigh as he holds my naked body close against his own. “You’re so fucking perfect. You know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

My body curls against his as we catch our breath. “I’d do anything for you too.”

“What about marry me? Would you do that?” His gaze drops to mine, the silver in his hair more apparent here from the angle of the light the lamp is giving off.

“Are you serious?” My entire body feels warm, like he’s thawing me out from years of blind dates and men who didn’t know what the hell they were doing.

“Yeah, I’m dead serious. I don’t have a ring yet, and you deserve a proper proposal, but I needed to say it. You’re my girl, Mabel. You’re the one.”

My breath catches as I stare up at this massive man before me. A man that’s seen me through some of my hardest days and never lost his cool. A man who’s been steady and strong, honest and real. A man whose rough hands feel like home.

“Yes!” I grin. “Of course, I’ll marry you… and I kind of think this was the perfect proposal. Unplanned moments are the best.”

He hums deep in his chest and leans into my lips, kissing my smile, our bodies fused together, our hearts even closer.

I don’t know how I fell in love with my boss, and I don’t know if we nailed down our Christmas toy drive idea or not. All I know for sure is this feeling right here is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life, and I never want it to end.

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Mike

I lean into Mabel’s milky tits and suckle at every drop of sweet nectar that’s leaking, reminding myself that this isn’t the best time for sex. I know she’s exhausted and there’s still more to do today, but my dick is going to need some convincing.

“I feel so gross,” she sighs softly as she leans back in her office chair, the twinkling light from the Christmas tree casting shadows on her expanded belly.

I love every version of Mabel, but this one is especially sexy, and I already know that motherhood is going to blossom beautifully on her. How could it not? She’s had the nursery set up for months with little pink bows and a rocking chair by the window. She’s read every book on parenting she can get her hands on and spends the evenings sharing the highlights. She’s even been collecting all her mother’s recipes into a binder so she can keep her memory alive through stories at the dinner table. Plus, I love this glow she has about her.

“Why would you ever feel gross?” I mumble as my tongue swipes across her breast. “You taste so fucking good. I want every drop.”

“Yeah, but,” she weaves her fingertips through my hair as I drink, “I shouldn’t be leaking this early, I can’t even fit into the maternity clothes I bought, and now my shirt is all wet. I’ve got to get home and change. I still have to get to the senior center tonight for the Christmas play, but my ankles are swollen and I’m tired. Like bone deep exhausted.”

I lick her puffy nipple and suckle the last bits of fluid that leak from her breast, my cock rock fucking hard at this unexpected pleasure. “So, we end the day early, I take you home, I run you a bath, we share some Sky-High Apple Pie, watch a Christmas movie while I rub your feet, and then we’ll head back into town after you’ve rested for the Christmas play. How does that sound?”

She pouts her lip playfully. “That sounds kind of perfect. Can we grab burgers on the way home too? I’ve been craving a diner burger like you wouldn’t believe. The big one with the barbeque sauce.”

“The cowboy burger with the onion rings?”

Her face lights. “Yes! With a side of fries and the dippy sauce.”

The dippy sauce is a proprietary recipe Bev created herself. She won’t give anyone the details, but it’s giving ranch flavors.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” I kiss her head and help her up from the desk, my dick still aching for her the way it did the second I knew she was the one I’d been looking for.

All my life I’ve considered myself a businessman. The kind of guy who’s good at making deals and talking numbers. The kind of guy who can build you a house or fix your roof but isn’t so great with feelings.

That all changed the second Mabel and I started working together. She brought out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. A softer side. A side that made me want things I never thought I would. A side that made me believe I could be a person I never thought I could.

A father for instance. In one month’s time, she’ll have given me twin girls. Christmas babies we’re appropriately naming Holly and Noelle. For a while we didn’t think the pregnancy would be possible, but with a little help from the fertility clinic in the Springs, we were able to bring our dream of having a family to life.

Even if we hadn’t though, I’d have been the happiest guy on planet Earth with the sweetest woman by his side. I knew that the second she became my wife. We didn’t have anything too fancy, but for us, the day by the river was perfect.

Mable wore a lacey ivory dress, and I showed up in jeans and a matching button down. We thought about doing something more formal, but we figured that simple suited us best.

A few close friends and family attended, but for the most part we celebrated each other, our love, and a moment we’d both waited years for.

I scoop Mabel up into my arms, my hand brushing over her stomach as one of the girls kicks. I’ve put my hand here hundreds of times over the past nine months, but I’ll never get tired of moments like this. My girl, growing our baby girls. The love of my life holding our children.

I’m not sure how I ever got lucky enough to have Mabel walk through my door looking for a job, but somehow, I was. Though it took years to make it happen, the life we have now was well worth the wait, and somehow, I know it’s only going to keep getting better.