Slow Love

All I Want for Christmas-Part 3

When we get to the bathroom, the bath is already drawn and he helps me in. The water smells so sweet and silky smooth. He gets in behind me, pulling me I lay back engulfed in his arms. I love him so much and know he is looking forward to whatever he has planned, so I try to stay with him, fighting to not pass out. He washes me with such tenderness and whispers, "Baby, you are so tired. Did I wear you out today?" I turn to look at him, "Yes, Sweetheart. I think you did." I lay my head on his shoulder and try to hold on to him. "Baby, let me get you out of here and to bed." He quickly gets out and dries off, then helps me out. He dries me off and slathers some lotion on while he is paying attention to certain spots bringing me to a height of pleasure. Wrapping me up in my robe, we get over to the bed. I can hardly climb into bed, he slides in behind me holding me in his arms. "Baby, you need a nap." I am so content and I am fading fast. I turn to face him and kiss him, "Sweetheart, let me rest a couple hours. I need a power nap." He pulls me in close, "Baby, you look worn out. We had a big day." I can feel him and his love as I drift off to sleep with him humming in my ear. It is just past midnight and I know he will be fully awake in a few hours. I hope that is enough to recharge me.

Several hours later, I wake up to him kissing me softly. "Sweetheart, I love you. Thank you for all my lovely Christmas gifts and the best Christmas ever." "Baby, thank you for your thoughtful gifts to me and the best Christmas I've ever had. I am happy, truly happy. Baby, are you happy?" "Yes, Sweetheart. I am happy and in the arms of the one I love. Loving you has made my life so full of joy and happiness. I have never been happier." He holds me in a loving, passionate kiss. The heat shot right down to my core, "Oh Baby, you are so hot. I want to make love to my wife and give her another Christmas gift." He lays me down while he is taking my robe off, kissing my neck and collarbone. It does not take much and I'm hotter than all get out, peaking multiple times. "Baby, help me get my pants off." I tug at them and Mr Happy comes flying out with a pretty satin red ribbon tied to him in a bow. I erupted in hysterical laughter, putting my hands to my face trying to muffle my laughter. I did not want to kill the mood, but it was a sight to see. "Baby, are you going to take the bow off your present?" I buried my face in a pillow laughing uncontrollably. If he had not already thought of it, I did give him the idea this morning. He's laughing as much as I am with his head nuzzled into the back of my neck. Wiping the tears of laughter from my face, "Sweetheart, come'er, let me unwrap my present." Mr Happy was still very happy and as I untie the bow, I notice there is something attached. Floating among all the strands of ribbon is a beautiful diamond ring. He knows I will not take off the other rings, but this one is perfect for my pinky finger. 

I put it on my right pinky finger and throw my arms around his neck kissing him, "Thank you Sweetheart. It is gorgeous and I love it." He is smiling from ear to ear, "Baby, you need to thank Mr Happy since it was from him." Immediately, I kissed his length up and down, hearing him gasp and shudder, "Oh, sweet Baby!" Sliding my warm lips toward the tip then parting my mouth to engulf him into my inviting mouth, encircling the tip with my tongue. He is shivering and writhing with moans of desire, at the edge of rapture. I know one deep throat will be all that is needed, but I back off licking his tip. Running my tongue down his throbbing shaft, lapping and smooching, he is pleading with me for closure. Taking him in, I play him again to the edge as I pop him deep and he explodes in rapture. He convulsed and quivered so long, I thought he might not come back to me. I think he passed out as I gather him up to hold him. Thinking, what a way to get a blow job. He will be tying diamond rings to Mr. Happy all the time. I meld into him, holding him against me like a body pillow, caressing him to come back to me. I see a smile on his face, "Sweetheart, I love you. Are you back with me?" He still can't speak, "Um-hum" is the only thing he uttered. I tuck my head under his chin and wait for him to respond to me. "Oh Baby, watching that, I still don't know what you did to me. Sweet jesus, I love you and watching you send me out of this world. I will give you forever to stop that." I release my grip on him and kiss his luscious chest with soft, wet kisses. "Oh no Baby, it's my turn to play." "Aww, Sweetheart, I thought you were asking me to do it again?" Gently pushing me over to my back, "Sweetheart, I need to use the bathroom and you probably do too. I know how much you hate those golden showers. Not to mention, your breath and mine isn't exactly minty fresh." He takes my hand as we head over to the bathroom. After taking care of business, "Baby, let's take a quick shower." I know there is nothing quick about a shower, but I agree. Just like every other shower, Wash, pleasure, wash again, dry, lotion, pleasure again, finally clean and moisturized, ready for round 2 in bed. Walking hand in hand back to bed, he picks up my robe, "Baby, let's go out on the balcony. I need to talk to you." Uh-oh, wazzup? He sits me on the chaise and scoots in with me. Looking at me in the eye,[talking in that low soft voice] "Baby, I love you so much, you are all I think about day and night. I am so happy and you love me like no other woman has ever loved me. Last night I saw you so worn out and drained like I've never seen you before. I don't know if you are trying too hard to keep up with me or if I'm trying to keep up with you. I love you and want you all the time. The other day what you said about thinking something was wrong with you, there is not. I have those same feelings and desires. I think we need to slow down and take it at a pace we both can enjoy, with all the joy and happiness it brings and not be overwhelmed by it. Baby, I never thought I'd be having this conversation with you, but I think we are both overwhelmed and need a pace that brings it to us. My love for you has not changed nor has the desire for you. I don't want us to burn out and lose those feelings. I love you, do you think we can we do this?" A tear leaks out and rolls down my cheek. "Aww, Sweetheart. I feel the same way. I have thought many times, at this rate I'm going to die, die happy, but it is going to kill me. Also, wondered if it is lust of love? I know it is love from the connection I feel from you and need it daily. I never want those feelings to end. I feel your love and peace when you just hold me. It is that never ending connection we feel for each other and it is as good as all the sex. Your love courses through me like I have never felt from anyone else.[holding his hands in mine, I squeeze them] Sweetheart, I am ready for this phase of our journey together." He pulls me into a very passionate kiss, soft and gentle with a light dance of our tongues, backing away he stands and pulls me up to go back over to the bed. Taking his robe off and then mine, laying them on the bed, he helps me in sliding in behind me. I feel his hardness on my hip and turn to take him in. "No, no Baby. Slow, remember slow down. I want to just hold you and feel your love." This is going to be difficult for both of us, but he's right, we need to slow this down and enjoy each other without the urgency. He gathers me up, I am happy and content with this. I feel him and his love pulsate through me. "Sweetheart, do you feel me?" "Baby, yes I do. I love this, feeling all your love." He hums in my ear as we both descend into a deep sleep with the calming feeling of love and peace engulf us.