Page 4 of Huge Christmas
“Yeah. I managed to get them to sign up. That’s all I needed to do, but I’ve built a good relationship there too. That’s important for the long term.”
“That’s good.” Is it strange that I feel a little shy sitting next to my husband in our marital bed? When he’s been away, there is a sense of unfamiliarity that makes my heart skitter. All the things that are routine between us at this stage of our relationship feel different when Harrison’s been gone.
“I missed you,” he says softly. “I always do, but this time…” His voice trails off and I understand. We missed our anniversary, something we’ve never done before. I turn and place my hand against his face.
“I missed you too.” I could tell him I wish he didn’t have to travel with his job, but that wouldn’t be fair. Since his knee injury, his dream of playing football was dust, and he had to refocus completely. It’s been tough for him to find a job that pays enough and doesn’t drive him crazy. I don’t want to rain on his parade.
“So, I got you something.” He leans away, grabbing a small gift-bag from the side of the bed. It’sreally smalland very upmarket looking. What has he done? He places it in front of me, and when I look up into his eyes, I see so much excitement dancing there.
“It’s not Christmas yet.” I finger the corded handle, feeling overwhelmed.
“It’s not a Christmas gift. Go on. Open it.”
I tug the bag toward me and find there’s a small blue velvet box inside. My hands are almost shaking by the time I get the thing open.
Oh, my goodness. It’s an eternity ring. I gasp and Harrison chuckles in that way that sends heat to all my special places. “You…I can’t believe…it’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” he says, stroking my hair and tucking it behind my ear while I fumble the ring out of the box and onto my finger. It fits perfectly.
I throw my arms around his neck, and he hauls me into his lap for afull onbear hug. In his embrace, I feel protected and loved in the way I always have.
Harrison might have been my annoying stepbrother, but he’s become the best husband any girl could ask for.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear.
“That’s okay, Princess. I just wanted you to know that I’m here for all the years wehave tocome.”
There are no words that I can utter after that, so I kiss him instead. Harrison’s mouth is warm and familiar, his lips teasing and light at first, then fierce and demanding as his arousal increases. His cock stirs beneath my pussy, and it becomes rock hard and urgent in seconds. After being together like this so many times, I’m still surprised at how my body reacts to feeling his arousal and knowing what is coming.
Harrison is a big guy and let’s just say that everything is perfectly in proportion.
His rough hands push the straps of my slip over my shoulders until the fabric drops to my waist and my breasts are revealed. With hungry eyes, he gazes at them as he did that first night we spent together. “Fuck,” he mutters, using his thick fingers to caress down over my collarbone and around the fullness, sending shivers across my skin. I want him to take my nipples between those strong fingers and pinch until my clit is swollen. I want his red-hot mouth to suck on them until I’m bucking in his lap and begging for more.
And because my body is a book, and Harrison is its author, he does just that.
Shit. My hips move involuntarily, grazing my clit against the rigid length of him as he moans against my breast.
“Hang on,” he says, grasping my wrist as I try to free his cock. “I want to taste you.”
I go to get off his lap but instead, he grabs me and shunts us forward so he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling his chest. So this is what he wants.
Most of the time, Harrison is totally in control of the sex between us, and believe me, I don’t have any complaints. But there are days when he seems to need me to take the lead, and this is one of them.
I remember when I first had sex. I was so worried about what I looked like down there and how I smelled and tasted. Every time my boyfriend put his face between my legs, I’d spend the time worrying about what it was like for him and not even thinking about what it was like for me.
It’s never been like that with Harrison.
He pats my bottom gently, nudging me forward until I’ve got my knees on either side of his head and my pussy above his mouth. He grips the fleshy part of me where my hips meet my thighs and inhales deeply. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “Pull your knickers to one side.”
I do as he asks, and then he urges me to sink down onto his mouth. His tongue finds my clit and flicks it until I’mrising up, but he tugs me back down possessively. It’s sweet torture the way he devours me, and even though I’m on top, he still controls it all.
I know he can make me come like this. He’s done it many times before. My knees start to tremble now that I’m getting so close, but I don’t want it this way. I want to be looking into his eyes and kissing his lips. I want his arms around me, his strength and presence there for me to appreciate. His hands are strong, but when I take hold of them, he releases his grip immediately. It’s awkward, but I climb off him, moving down his body until I’m sitting in his lap again. “I want to come with you inside me,” I tell him and his eyes sparkle as he gives me his sexy one-sided grin.
“You missed my cock, baby?”
I wave my hands over his body. “I missed all of this…this goodness.”
Harrison grins. “There’s a bit more goodness here than there used to be.” He pats his stomach which is still ridiculously toned but maybe a little less ripped than it used to be, but I won’t indulge him by telling him how amazing he looks. I’m going to show him just how much I need him.