Page 14 of VCard for Christmas

“What is it?” I ask her, hoping she doesn’t say she needs more time.

She shrugs. “I don’t know... I have this weird feeling. My belly, right here”—she points to her lower abdomen—“is aching and pulling. I keep rubbing my thighs together to ease the feeling down there, and it seemed to work for a while, but not now. I don’t know how to describe it, I feel empty.”

She’s completely sincere and doesn’t realize it, but basically she’s telling me she needs fucked. She needs my dick.

“You need me to fill you up?” I ask her. “I can make the ache go away.”

She’s nodding her head as she slides her panties down her legs. My eyes go straight to the V of her legs and the little patch of hair there. Even in the moonlit room, I can see the glistening of her desire. I reach for her, and she shakes her head. “No, I uh, don’t want your hand... I want you.”

She won’t look me in the eye, and that’s not going to work for me. I put my hand on her chin and force her to look at me. “You have to say it. What do you want?”

She sucks in a breath. “I want you to put your dick inside me.” My heart stops for at least three seconds and then she says, “Please,” dragging it out as if I would deny her anything.

I put my knees on the bed and move down between her legs. She opens wider so that I can fit and at the same time, opening herself to me. I position myself at her channel, sliding my manhood back and forth along slit. With every forward rock, I’m hitting her clit with the head of my cock. She bucks each time, and damn, I bet I could come just like this. I keep going, back and forth until she’s rocking with me. It feels so good... too good.

I grip my cock and position it at her opening. I take tiny movements, pushing a little in and then backing out. Each time, I go a little deeper, and her pleasure-laced noises mount. I hold on to her hips, keeping her steady as I move in and out of her. I know the instant I hit her hymen because we both freeze. “Don’t stop,” she begs.

And even though I don’t want to hurt her, I can’t stop, so I keep going, and after three times of nudging that little barrier, I push through with a big thrust. She moans, and I stay perfectly still, letting her adjust to me. When she lifts her hips, I start to move. Back and forth, over and over, her soft whimpers filling the air around us. I look down where we’re connected, and the remnants of her barrier are covering my cock. She’s mine now. I’m claiming her, and she doesn’t know it yet, but I’m not letting her go.

I put my thumb to her clit and circle it. “Come for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.” She does as I ask, and when her orgasm rocks her body, she milks me, and I spurt my cum deep inside her womb... right where it belongs.

I was right: Once will definitely not be enough. Forever won’t be either.



I wake up with a jerk, unsure of where I’m at. The sudden movement has me trying to stretch my limbs, surprised by the pain in my muscles. Some muscles I didn’t even know I had. In that instant, I turn my head, and there right on the pillow next to me is Lincoln. His eyes are closed, and even though his head is on his own pillow, none of the rest of him is giving me any space at all. His arm is over top of me, his hand cupping my bare breast. His leg is thrown over my lower body, and the heaviness and weight of him causes a stirring in my belly.

The smile on my face is instant, and I reach out for him but stop when I spot the ring on my finger. I never took it off last night. I look at his hand on my chest and neither did he.

I wish I could lie here and imagine that it’s all real. That he’s really my husband and that I have someone that is going to be by my side from now on.

I slightly run my finger across his cheek and push the hair off his face. He smiles, and I think he’s going to wake up, but he doesn’t. He snuggles deeper against me, and his breathing returns to steady and calm.

We didn’t really talk much last night once we got here, and I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is. I want to wake him up and see what today brings. Is he going to insist I spend Christmas Day with him? Maybe we’ll make cupcakes or veg out in front of the television. I frown—or maybe he’ll wake up, see me still here and be upset. Maybe it really was a one-time thing and I should leave before he gets up and throws me out.