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Now, she stood on the balcony, a sheer nightgown on that left little to the imagination. But just enough. I felt a stir in my center and tossed the book aside. She was facing away from me, arms out on the balcony’s marble railing and leaning out so her backside faced me, almost like it she was presenting herself tome. A glass of wine was clenched in her fingertips, and I watched as she drew it to her face and took a sip.
I snuck up behind her, not wanting to alert her until I was ready. As soon as I reached her, I slid behind her, my thick, erect cock pressing against the fabric of my loose pajama pants and brushing between her thighs and her bubbly, round cheeks.
“Well, hello,” she said, straightening up a bit. Her gown was loose, and I reached around her waist with one hand and over her shoulder with the other, sliding down under the gown to grasp her breast.
“Hello,” I said.
“Careful,” she said. “Someone might see us.”
“Who? The fish?” I asked, my free hand sliding down over her belly toward her core.
She pressed her ass back into me as she let out a breath, and her nipple hardened under my palm. I kissed her beneath the ear, and she began to swish her hips side to side. I groaned, and it elicited a giggle from her.
I slid my hand between her thighs and pressed the fingers down over her center, feeling the heat through the silk and reveling at how she felt pushed against my cock. Her hands slid behind her and to my waistband, pulling it down and exposing my throbbing dick, hard and ready for her.
Releasing her from my grip, one hand pushed her down on her upper back, bending her at the waist while the other hand reached below to pull her nightgown up over her waist and then her panties aside. I didn’t want to wait to pull them off her. I needed her right then, right there.
She was soaking wet and hot, and as my head pressed against her opening, she gasped. I plunged inside, filling her, and she moaned out over the night, a slight echo returning to us as I settled deep inside her pussy. Rocking back, I plunged deep inside her again, and her hand clenched over mine on her waist, the thumb under her panties, holding them aside.
My other hand slid under her, cupping her other breast and pulling her up so she pressed her back into my chest, and I rocked upward into her. She rose on her toes with each thrust, and eventually, the glass fell from her hand and dropped, shattering on the rocks below.
Her breath rose and fell faster with each stroke into her, and soon she was crying out into the stars as she came, shaking and bucking as her body rolled through a powerful orgasm. When she slowly settled, she pulled me out of her and pushed me against the wall, dropping to her knees and pulling my pants fully off of me.
I moaned loudly as she took me deep into her lips and made a succulent, sexy sound as the head of my cock brushed against the back of her throat. She sucked me, stroking me at the base as she looked up into my eyes. I could feel the intensity building inside me, stronger than it ever had been before. The combination of the bond between us as a married couple now and the sexiness of being outside, overlooking the dark, murky waters of the moor were making me struggle for control.
I pulled her off me and stood her up, guiding her back into the room. The doors were still flung wide open as I laid her down on the mattress and crawled between her thighs. Slowly, I pulled her panties off her and then my shirt. The silky, see-through gown stayed on, and I leaned down to suckle her nipple throughit. She gasped and moaned, and I slid back inside her as she arched her back, pressing her chest into my lips.
My motion was slow and deliberate, gaining a measure of speed only when I felt a second, heavy climax was building in her too. Her fingernails clenched into my biceps as I mounted her, dominating and claiming her. Her feet wrapped around my legs, and I could feel her toes digging in as she came closer and closer to release.
Kissing her lips then her neck, I settled over her and began to pump furiously with my hips. Her hands fell on my back, and she scratched down it with her nails, adding another element to the sensation. It only heightened the pleasure, adding a touch of pain. I responded by going faster, harder. My hips slammed into her as I fucked her, desperate for release and in dire need of feeling her coming too.
Suddenly, she threw her head back and cried out with whimpering sounds. Her eyes opened and focused on me, but she was incapable of words. She stared into me with a desire, a primal hunger for my release. I stopped trying to keep the feelings at bay, reveling in the pleasure. Her jaw fell open as I slammed hard into her over and over. Then a deep, untamed roar built in my chest and rolled from my lips, filling the room and the sky and the moor below with itself.
I exploded, shaking and growling as I came. She came with me, her legs shaking violently as her whole body fell into a wild dance of ecstasy. Spent, I settled down beside her, and she curled into my arms. I pulled the covers up and over our shoulders, ducking beneath our chins as she smiled in her already dozing sleep.
Another perfect night. Another perfect sleep.
EPILOGUE
MELANIE
The last of the customers was almost out the door, and the party had more or less started in the backroom already. Christmas lights were strung up from one end of the store to the other, crisscrossing and flashing red and green and white faintly in the florescent light of the store, but not for long. Soon enough, those would be turned off, and all that would be lighting the store would be those Christmas lights, just as they had every night I had closed up all December.
It was Christmas Eve, and the store was closing at six, giving last-minute shoppers a chance to grab food or gifts before the entire town of Murdock was closed up until the twenty-sixth. As soon as the last customer was gone, I was going to open the door to the backroom, and all our friends were going to flood the floor, bringing with them the party supplies and the merriment of the season.
We could have gone to any one of their houses, or even the house that was now mine and Victor’s, the childhood home he had grown up in, which had recently become available. But the second I had the idea to do it in the store, Victor was all aboutit and pitched it to the boys and their wives. Carmela was by my side decorating as much as she could, and by the time Christmas Eve had rolled around, all that remained was to run the store and then party.
Cots were set up in the back and in the office suite, just in case someone had too much to drink. Mallory and Allison had gone insane helping me prepare, spending much of the day in the bakery section of the store, working with a cook from Mero’s to build a menu and little finger food to pair with the alcohol. Carmela had been a wonderful taste tester, and I had done my fair share of grading the sweet treats as they came out of the oven.
When the door opened, it was like a stampede of joyful revelers, and I giggled as Victor picked me up and spun me as the music turned up loud and jaunty Christmas tunes filled the store. Amy and Norma joined us for the party, and I poured them each a drink as I headed back to the front of the store to join Victor and prepare for the gift exchange.
It had been a game of Secret Santa, and I had drawn Camden. I had hoped for Victor or Carmela, but the colossal pro-wrestling belt-themed belt buckle was a huge hit, and he strutted around the store wearing it, making the boys laugh and building anticipation for the next gift exchange.
Victor ended up getting a vintage record from one of his favorite bands growing up and was delighted to find out it had come from Graham, who had somehow gotten the band to personally autograph it for him. He had no idea that the record and the autographs were my idea after Graham casually mentioned that he’d played a celebrity golf tournament with the lead singer last spring.
When it was my time to open a gift, I felt butterflies in my stomach and a surprising amount of anxiety. What if I didn’t like whatever it was? Or worse, what if I made the person who got it for me upset by not reacting the correct way? My cheeks flushed and my palms began to sweat as I peeled the wrapping paper.
When I got it off, I realized there was no need for all that. Not only was I not upset about the gift, but I was also delighted by it.
