The White Rabbit

23.) Dean's First True Christmas

As morning approaches, the sun creeps in through the window of my childhood bedroom beaming down my face. My face twinges from the brightness and my eyes flicker open. Dean is still peacefully sleeping next to me and I'm swimming in pillows that I one by one throw off the bed to rid myself of the barrier between him and I.

With all the ruckus of me throwing pillows, I watch Dean stir in bed before rubbing his eyes and opening them slowly and heavily. I sleepily lay a kiss on his soft lips that startles him at first then reciprocates.

"Merry Christmas" I whisper with a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas"He echoes with a yawn and stretch.

"What time is it?" He asks slightly propping himself up.

"I don't know...I think like 6 or 7. I'm as blind as a bat...I can't read the clock." I admit squinting my eyes at my childhood Hello Kitty clock.

Dean squints aswell,"Definitely looks like 6:45"

"Ugh I have to pee again..." I groan rolling on my back briefly and throw my blanket off of my body exposing my bare bump from my pajamas shifting in the night.

Dean rolls over towards my belly keeping me from getting up to pee and grabs my belly with booths hands.
"Merry Christmas little man!" Dean exclaims.
He presses his lips to my bump softly then strokes it softly then begins pressing to feel where the baby is located trying to wake him up.
"Let's wake him! Come out and play little dude!" Dean chuckles pressing my stomach and wiggling,
"Careful...full bladder here!" I twinge trying not to pee myself.
"Oof, sorry! Go to the bathroom." He laughs helping me out of the bed and smacking my butt as I walk out of the room.
After relieving my tiny pregnant bladder knowing I'll be back in 30 minutes to go again, I waddle my way back. My parents house is cold as usual because they're frugal so they don't set their thermostat above 69 in the winter.

Instead they give us space heaters to put in each bedroom so while the bedrooms are toasty...the hallways, common areas and bathrooms are cold as ice. I hurry back to our bedroom and open the door softly. Dean is laying there scrolling his phone and sees me and swiftly puts it away.
"Come here, I want to cuddle with the woman I love on Christmas." Dean says patting the bed excitedly.
I crawl back into the warmth of his embrace.
"Awww I love the sound of that. 'Woman I love'...say it again." I beg while nuzzling into his chest.
"I love you..." He whispers softly then kisses the top of my head.
"Ahhhh I love it when you say that..." I coo and adjust myself to where I can gaze at him.
"I'll say it again... I love you..." he grins releasing me from our cuddling position.
"I love you too." I echo back at him as he props me up with some pillows.
"I... love...you...I really wanna show you..."He says slower now as he pulls the blankets off of me.
"Dean..."I question as he continues on.
He grabs my legs and bends them up hooking them where he wants them. After he places me in position where he sees fit, he begins removing my pajama bottoms and panties.
"Dean..." I repeat but don't fight him.
"Just a little Christmas gift from me to you. Shhh." He groans sexually and dives in head first.
"We got lucky the first time...our luck is running out!" I say adjusting myself for him completely caving.
His lips meet my slit and I fell him warm breath between my thighs before his tongue takes over. His tongue is warm, wet, and swift with its motions sending tingles through my body. I ground myself with my feet on the mattress and arch myself towards him more.
"Oh Dean..."I arch my back pressing myself further into him.
As his tongue sucks, flicks, and licks me, I feel two fingers dance around my opening before plunging inside.

"Dean Andrew Gulligan..."I blurt out in heat.

His fingers plunging deeper and press against my walls as they drag out and back in stroking me firmly but with passion.