His Holiday Gift

by Silver, Jordan

My head was full of all the things I could give her, all that I wanted to share with her. I was suddenly happier than I’ve ever been in my life, just from having her there in my arms.

  Had I known when she first reentered my mind all those weeks ago, that this is where we were headed? Nothing else made sense, this is where we were headed since we were two innocent kids playing in the backwoods of the Colorado mountains.

  What point was there in waiting? I might have to wait to take her to my bed, since courtesy and decorum called for it, but there was nothing standing in the way of our being together.

  “Christina do you know what I want more than anything else in the world? Now that I’ve found you of course! I want to marry you as soon as possible. I’m taking you home with me when we leave here, but I want to do it as man and wife.”

  My family would understand I’m sure, and even if they didn’t there was no way I was waiting to put my ring on her finger. She needed me and I find that I needed her to need me.

  I now know that that’s one of the things that had enraptured me all those years ago when I was too young to know. The way she looked to me for the answers.

  Now, though I wouldn’t have wished her hardships on her, would do anything to have spared her that, I was the kind of man who wanted his woman to need him.

  “You want to marry me?” She sounded surprised, like it had never entered her mind. I chose my next words with care. I’m sure that for me there was only one outcome, but it was only fair to let the poor girl know that I was already planning her life.

  “Why were you looking for me all these years love?”

  “I don’t know, I had to I guess, but…”

  “Did it have anything to do with what you and my mom talked about?” She buried her face in my chest.

  “She told you about that? I’m so embarrassed I was hoping she’d forgotten all about that. I was just a young stupid kid.”

  I didn’t correct her assumption that mom had shared their talk with me, I used a bit if trickery I guess you can say. I wanted to hear what the young love of my life had been thinking back then, since I never really got a chance to find out before.

  “Do you still feel that way?” I was going on a hunch that it was a good thing.

  “You know I do, that’s the reason why I could never stop searching, never stop coming back to our place. But that was just wishful thinking, a young girl’s foolish dreams.

  For a long time after I couldn’t find you, I started to believe that my dad had been right, and that was the saddest thing of all, like my dreams were dying.

  Nothing else hurt as much as the lost of those dreams, they were my last link to you, to you and the best times of my life.

  I use to live for those summers. The first time we met I was fascinated with your family. You guys always seemed to be so happy. You were always doing things together while I stood off in the bushes and watched.

  I use to watch you most of all that first summer, because you always seemed to be having the most fun. And then we became friends and I didn’t have to watch from afar anymore.

  Then that last summer came and everything changed. I remember wondering and being a little afraid of the new feelings I got whenever I would see you.

  My tummy would hurt in the oddest way, and when a day went by and I didn’t see you, I felt like I would crawl into a hole and die.

  Your mom found me like that one day. Don’t remember where you were off to, but you went somewhere with your dad and your brother. I was sitting down by the stream in our favorite spot feeling sorry for myself.

  She came and sat next to me. I’d never forget; she just sat there quietly for the longest time, not saying anything, just looking out at the water with me.

  Then she spoke to me like I mattered. I think it was the first time an adult had ever done that. Mom and dad either talked at me, or down to me, but your mom, she was different.

  She asked me what was bothering me and I found myself opening up to her. She was very kind; she didn’t laugh at me or tell me that I was silly.

  After that day we had quite a few of those talks. By then we had started looking at each other different you and I, and I always felt like my heart was going to stop any second when you would take my hand and we’d walk into the woods together.

  I was so happy that summer, happy and scared. I worried about what would happen when I had to go back home and not see you again until the next year.

  I told your mom about my fears, and mostly about how I would just die if you found someone else, someone who you would look at the way you looked at me, or take her hand like you did mine.

  She listened to my preteen ramblings, and instead of putting me down, or belittling my feelings, she told me that if I wanted it badly enough, all I had to do was wish for it really hard.

  From that day I wished for you so hard, it was the only thing I wanted more than anything else in my life.

  Of course my dad did a very good job of destroying her words by the end of that same summer.

  For the first few months I thought I would die. Dad said we were never coming back here again and I was forbidden to get in touch with you.”

  I could tell that her words were distressing her from the way she started to shake. “Baby look at me.” I turned her face up to mine.

  “I’m right here baby, and I’m not going anywhere ever again. I’m sorry that I was gone so long. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

  Chapter 12

  She fell asleep in my arms not long after, while I stayed awake and watched over her. It was as though I were afraid to close my eyes in sleep, lest she be gone when I woke up.

  As her soft little sighs whistled against the hair on my nape, I remembered that there was someone else who was very interested in tonight’s outcome.

  I checked my watch and calculated the time difference, and decided that even though the hour was late, mom would appreciate the call.

  On second thought, since I didn’t want to disturb my sleeping beauty, I decided to text her instead. ‘She’s here mom I’ve found her.’

  It wasn’t long before she answered and I could practically feel her excitement through the phone. The first thing she said was call me, so I did, while trying to be as quiet as possible, because there’s no way I was letting her go long enough to make the call.

  “I can’t wait for you to see her mom, she’s gorgeous, just as I remembered.” Those were the first words I said to her when she answered on the first ring.

  We spent the next half hour on the phone and I shared some of what my girl had told me, along with the fact that I was going to marry her, to which she had the expected objections, which I handily overruled. Not even to please the mother that I loved was I willing to put that off.

  If there was one thing I’d gotten from the evening spent with her, it was that she needed security, needed some stability in her life, in short she needed me.

  I promised to bring her home as soon as possible before hanging up the phone. I slid out from under her to put out the fire and close up. It was completely dark outside, time to go to bed.

  Suddenly I couldn’t wait for the holiday to be over so that I could get the ball rolling on our future. Everything will probably be closed tomorrow and we’ll have to wait, which was going to be hard for me.

  Walking back to the couch I knelt at the side and just studied her, letting myself finally relax. “Come on baby I’m putting you to bed.” She barely stirred when I stood and lifted her in my arms.

  I didn’t even think twice about taking her to my bed. Just because I was willing to give her time before making love to her, didn’t mean I was willing to sleep without her.

  I soon fell asleep with her in my arms and had the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks.

  ***

  In the morning my eyes flew open when I didn’t feel the soft warmth of her body next to mine. My heart didn’t return to normal until I sensed her there. I was a
fraid it had all been a dream.

  She was already up, sitting next to me on the bed, Indian fashion, just looking at me. “Morning baby, what’re you doing?” I reached out my hand for her.

  “I had a dream, that yesterday was all a dream. I woke up scared that you wouldn’t be here and then I was afraid to go back to sleep in case you disappeared.”

  “Come ‘ere love.” She just fell into my arms like she’d been doing it all her life. “You feel so good baby. Hey merry Xmas.” Outside the window the snow had lightened up, but it was still coming down.

  “Merry Xmas Julian thanks for being here this time.” I was enjoying the feel of her in my arms when another problem reared its ugly head.

  My cock was doing what it was meant to do first thing in the morning, so I had to come up with something really fast.

  “Just a minute baby, I’m going to run you a warm bath to work out the kinks from your little smash-up last night.” It was as good an excuse as any.

  I slipped out of the bed and checked the thermostat before heading into the bathroom to run the water for her bath.

  Next I had to hunt down some bubble bath, and was only slightly surprised to find the cabinet fully stocked with the essentials.

  Granted mom had told them to get my favorite sandalwood scent, but it would do for now. I went back to get her and after laying her back in the suds, went downstairs to start the fire and put on the coffee. I remembered also to take the defrosted turkey out of the fridge, to get it ready for the oven later.

  I decided to grab a shower in the downstairs bath to kill time. I didn’t want to spend any more time away from her than was necessary.

  I could still hear her singing in the bath upstairs so I thought it was safe to head up wrapped in a towel, since I hadn’t had the foresight to bring a change of clothes downstairs with me.

  It warmed my heart to hear her singing, so carefree, with none of the sadness from the day before, and it finally felt like Xmas.

  I didn’t bargain on her coming out of the bath at the same time I was entering the bedroom, or on what she would look like in a towel with her hair piled on top of her head and her bare legs exposed.

  With her back to me I had the perfect view of her ass which I hadn’t noticed under her baggy pants last night.

  “Oh shit.” My outburst startled her into dropping her towel. “Fuck!” If her ass was magnificent, her tits were nothing short of spectacular.

  It was like one of those old black and white slapstick comedy routines, as she fought to fix her towel and I tried to hide the monster that was pushing my own towel out of shape.

  We must’ve stood there looking at each other for a good minute before she finally got the towel under control. I stopped her as she made a mad dash for the bathroom.

  I wasn’t planning on doing anything more than stealing a kiss or maybe two. But she felt so warm and soft, and smelt so sweet from her bath, that I couldn’t resist.

  One kiss turned into two then three, and the next thing I knew she was rubbing herself against the leg I had placed between hers.

  All that stood between us was a towel, which wasn’t much of a challenge for my cock, which was now at its full length and on a heat-seeking mission.

  The towel was gone and there was nothing but warm flesh against warm flesh with my now leaking cock trapped between us.

  The soft skin above her navel was wet as I rubbed myself against her, pulling her in as tightly as I could, while our tongues danced together in my mouth.

  She was thin and light when I picked her up and headed for the bed. Even then, as I laid her on the bed beneath me and laid on top of her, I had the best of intentions.

  When she spread her legs to make room for me, I still only wanted to feel her, but pretty soon it wasn’t enough; still I didn’t want to rush her.

  “I’m not going to fuck you baby, don’t be scared, I’m just gonna…” I broke off as I showed her instead.

  I stroked my cock twice and squeezed it off at the base for a little control before putting just the tip inside her.

  “Fuck you’re tight.” I only meant to take a little pleasure from being just inside her, only wanted to feel her slick warmth before I went mad.

  I stroked into her until I felt that barrier, the one I had been hoping for. With my teeth gritted and my face buried in her neck, I held myself back from fucking into her, and I was doing okay there for the first minute or so.

  I told myself this was enough for now. As long as I knew she was mine I could wait, and then it happened.

  I had no idea that my biting into her neck would cause her to react the way she did, but as soon as my teeth touched her she moved her body in such a way that sent me deeper inside her.

  That wouldn’t have been so bad, I could’ve still controlled things even then, had she not used her hands on my ass to pull me into her.

  Her maidenhead proved to be very stubborn and that first time it held firm. I held off again, the damage had not yet been done. But then she whined around my tongue and moved, begging me with her body to take her.

  I left her neck and looked down at her. “Are you sure baby? We don’t have to if you’re not ready.” Her answer was to pull my head back down to hers so that our lips could meet.

  The kiss grew hotter and so did she. My better intentions were overridden by my growing need to feel all of her wrapped around me.

  Taking both her hands in mine, I held them flat against the mattress, and with my tongue buried in her mouth I slammed past the thin layer of skin into her.

  She screamed into my mouth and I held still, giving her time to get use to having me in her. She clutched at me and I could tell from her breathing that she was crying.

  I didn’t have much experience with virgins, but I didn’t need it, all I needed was the tender feelings I had for her to guide me into what to do next. Pulling out of her body I got off the bed.

  “Don’t move baby, I’ll be right back.” In the bathroom I wet a washcloth and went back to her. I held the cloth against her flesh to ease the sting, after wiping away the blood from her breaching.

  Throwing the cloth to the night table, I lifted her to my mouth and touched her sweetness with my tongue.

  “Ohhh.” She moved after she overcame her shyness and I worked my tongue deeper into her, keeping my eyes closed so that I could get the full effect of her taste and feel on my tongue.

  She was sweet and hot, and her walls smooth like silk. She was so tight that I knew if I went back into her it would only hurt again, so I needed to get her as wet and hot as I could before trying.

  I teased her clit and with my thumb as I tongue fucked her, and it wasn’t long before she was juicing into my mouth.

  With my hand on her tummy I tried calming her with soft nibbles on her flesh as she came down, and that’s when I saw it. On her hip was one half of a heart with my name scrawled on it.

  I looked up to see her watching me. Lowering my head, I placed a kiss on her flesh as my heart trembled. “We’ll talk about this later.”

  With our eyes held I climbed up her body and bringing her in close, eased back into her heat. It was easier going this time, but still a very tight fit.

  I hadn’t stopped to think how someone as tiny as she, would handle ten and a half by five inches of hardness, because it didn’t matter. She was mine, so there was no other choice.

  “Take more.” She strained against me as I held still to let her take me all the way in at her own pace.

  Just being inside her was hard enough on my libido, but her little shy movements and soft sighs had me fighting to hold off cumming too soon.

  When she ran into trouble after taking the first six inches, I took over. “Hold onto me baby.” With her arms tight around me, I lifted her ass in my hands and praying that I didn’t hurt her, pushed into her until I went balls deep.

  “That’s all of me baby, I’ll hold still until you’re ready.” I kissed away the tears that were rolling from the corners of
her eyes and took my time and kissed her lips, before licking my way down to her nipples, which were hard.

  Her pussy tightened around me when I pulled on her nipple so I did it again. By the time I moved onto the other one, she was wetter and her pussy became a little easier to stroke into.

  I started out slow, still trying to be a gentleman, but that lasted only until I looked down at her face and saw the absolute joy there.

  She almost stopped my heart with her beauty, with the utter trust and love I saw reflected in her eyes. I felt the slight tremble in her hands beneath mine, and in that moment, I made a silent pledge to always put that look on her face for the rest of our lives.

  Our loving took on new meaning, a new purpose. Where it had started as my lust for her body, it was now a bonding. Slow easy strokes became pounding thrusts.

  The bed rocked and knocked into the wall harder and harder, keeping time with my strokes into her body.

  I lifted her legs high around my back so that I could dig deeper into all that wet heat that was now sucking at me until I lost control.

  I slammed into her so hard that I went past the mouth of her cervix, making her scream and cum around my cock as she squeezed me harder and harder.

  That was enough for me, that and the way she clutched at me as if begging for my seed, which I was only too happy to empty inside her.

  Chapter 13

  “We can’t stay in bed all day baby.” Three hours I’ve been at her. No sooner would I roll away from her thinking that I couldn’t possibly go another round, than something would set me off again.

  Like my name on her hip, or the scent of her neck, the feel of her flesh under my hands. Right now I’m still buried inside her after the last time. I’m telling myself to pull out, that she must be tired and sore by now, but I don’t want to leave her warmth.

  She wasn’t much help either. She seemed to have taken to lovemaking like the proverbial duck to water, and reached for me almost as much as I reached for her.

  “Are you…sore?” I used my fingers on her to test for myself. She was a little swollen around the meat of my cock, and she flinched when I tried easing out of her.