Blissful Christmas by BJ Harvey
“Wake up, gorgeous,” I hear a husky voice whisper from the warm hard body currently cocooning mine.
I shake my head ever so slightly which simply earns a thrust of morning wood against my ass and a deep chuckle that speaks to my loins.
“Mac, it’s Christmas. You need to wake up so I can give you my present.” I feel the bed shift as I assume he sits up behind me against the deep oak headboard of our king sized bed.
“I’d rather have the present that was offered to me a minute ago as long as I can just lie here. We can role play. Sleepy, pregnant girlfriend with a horny, rabid superhero swooping in to save the day. Or make my day, if you’re good enough that is.” I giggle as I feel Daniel’s arms wrap around my waist and rub my belly, waking up the spawn inside.
“Shh, no talking. You’ll wake them up, and it’s way too soon to be worrying about the kids hearing us.” He nips my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. Damn, that man knows the right buttons to push.
The hand on my belly moves upwards to my now larger than life boobs; definitely one of Daniel’s favorite pregnancy side effects. Knowing that I’ll soon be unable to think straight, I reach my arm behind me and find his weapon of mass impregnation—hey, the name stuck, alright? Blame Kate!—straining towards me. Enveloping him in my hand, I slowly stroke up and down, adding a signature twist at the end to keep him on his toes.
His hand moves quickly from my aching breasts, and under my silk, mistletoe panties, finding me wet and raring to go; another positive side effect of this procreation business.
“Mac,” he growls. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He pulls his hand away leaving me to whimper at the loss. “Good because I think it’s time for you to sit up.”
“On your cock?” I add, rolling over to face him.
“On your knees, gorgeous. It’s my turn to give, and if I’m not mistaken, I have some mistletoe to kiss.”