As I reached for her, I had a moment of concern, worried that Julia was sore and worn out from my insatiable desires. Perhaps they weren’t insatiable, but they’d been backed up by years of denial. Finding her was the final crack in the dam of restraint. Now the flood was out of control.

With her round ass beside me, I turned, spooning her warm body. Her long blond hair tickled my nose and my cock was coming to life. Despite her soft, measured breathing, my hands roamed, caressing and stroking until her long lashes fluttered and she whispered my name in that sleepy, just-awakened voice.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered against her ear as she wiggled, pushing herself back as I pushed forward.

My eyes rolled with pleasure as together, with my pushing forward and her pressing backward, my dick became sheathed by her perfect pussy.

“Tell me no,” I prompted.

Julia shook her head. “Don’t stop, Van.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I moved slower than last night in front of the fire and again in the bed. With Julia in my arms, surrounded by the cool morning air, for once that I could recall, I wasn’t in a hurry. The urgency from before dissipated like the vapors from our words as we found pleasure in one another in what Julia called our snow globe.

With one of her breasts in each of my hands, I tweaked her nipples as I continued moving in and out. She leaned forward and pressed her hips back, taking me deeper than before. Her fingers gripped the sheet as I took her, slow and steady.

“Oh God, Van. Faster.”

A smile came to me as I slowed, purposely teasing her.

Her legs wiggled as she pushed toward me. Each time she did, I backed away, keeping us connected, barely. I pulled out and rolled her toward me. Julia’s blue eyes swirled as they met mine. “Are you trying to tease me by not letting me come?”

“I am.”

Her lower lip came forward in the cutest pout as her gaze turned sultry. I took a deep breath as her fingers wrapped around my cock, moving up and down. I tugged her hand away. “Oh, beautiful, my coming isn’t in question.”

I leaned back on my heels with my erect cock bobbing between us. “Merry Christmas,” I said with a grin. “I know what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to watch you come.” I pushed her ankles back, exposing her core. “Show me how you masturbate.”

Her eyelids grew heavy and her breaths came quicker as she contemplated my request.

I reached for her hand and led it to her core. “Do I need to repeat my gift request?”

“What if I told you that I don’t?”