Page 154 of The Christmas Trap

“You’re welcome.” I slap her other arse cheek, then the first again. I keep alternating until she’s moaning and whimpering and squirming to get away. But I hold her in place, so she ends up impaling herself further on my cock. I rub up against the secret spot inside of her.

Both of us inhale sharply.

Her body jerks and twitches. Sweat beads on her forehead. The moonlight reflecting off her hair forms a halo around her head. I could well be holding an angel in my arms. A beautiful whore in my lap. My wife. My everything. Only mine.

From the direction of the house, the faint sound of counting reaches us.Ten. Nine. Eight.

She digs her fingers into my forearms. And when I lock my fingers around her wrists, holding both of her hands in place with one of mine, her pupils dilate further.

Seven. Six.

The submissive stance I’ve twisted her into seems to push her to the edge. She flutters around my cock, and I know, she’s so very close.

Five.

I twine her hair around my palm to pin her in place. The tug of the hair on her scalp amps up her desire which, in turn, adds fuel to mine.

Four.

I pump up and into her with rhythmic precision. Sweat clings to my shoulders. I’m impossibly hard, pushing against her inner walls.

Three.

Two.

One.

Stars burst overhead. Silent. Almost otherworldly, as the design joins, then pulls apart, then forms a convoluted zigzag of starlight overhead.

It’s the New Year’s Eve drone show Arthur arranged, to celebrate his grandsons being married.

Faint squeals of delight, then clapping, reach us.

High in the night sky, the drones come together in a pattern that resembles a snowflake. As unique as the woman who’s impaled on my cock.

The light flickers over us, illuminating her features, picking out the copper strands in her hair and turning her skin into a stream of soft delight.

And when I growl, “Come,” as if in response, the drones above us pulse out a starburst of rays lighting up the night skies, and she shatters with a low cry.

I close my mouth over hers and partly absorb the sound, so we don’t attract the attention of my family, and because I’m greedy enough to absorb the sound into my body.

Her pussy suctions around my cock, milking it, and with a groan, I pour my seed into her.

Above us, the drones continue their aerial display. Coming together. Parting. They scatter light like stars, then burst into intricate patterns that dispel the darkness.

Each shifting pattern seems to reflect the emotions tangled within my chest.

I feel breathless, suspended, in a way where the only thing that matters is her. And me.Us.

In that way lovers have, where a glance means a thousand words, and our bodies lean into each other, communicating in a way that’s heady and potent.

I come and come, like it isn’t less than twelve hours since I last made love to my wife. But each time feels like the first. Each time her pussy quivers, it feels like the first time I sank into her.

Each time I look into her eyes, it feels like the first day of our lives together. She’s so full of my cum, it slides out of her. I push it back inside.

“That’s so filthy. I shouldn’t find it hot, but damn, if I don’t get turned on when you do that.” She wraps her arms around my neck.

Overhead, there’s a final burst of light that sparkles across the skies then fades away.