Merry Christmas, My Love

Patricia smiled at him and moved her hand down until she too was
gripping Tom's penis, her small hand on his.

"Let's put it where it belongs - together." She said.

"Together," Tom said.

They guided it until the head pressed into her, and then Tom let go,
entwined his fingers with her fingers and moved their hands together
until they were just above her head.

"I think it knows the way from here," Tom said, with a grin.

With a slow, steady push, millimeter by millimeter, Tom slid into her
until he was fully embedded and she was completely full. She had
another small orgasm when he was completely sheathed, his pubic bone
bumping her clitoris.

Over the radio the disc jockey said, "The time is now midnight. Merry
Christmas everyone!" The next song was a smooth jazz version of
"Winter Wonderland."

There are many times in a woman's life that are memorable. When she
looses her virginity is one of them, although that is rarely
pleasurable. Her first night as a new bride. When she has a baby. And
the first time she lays with a man she truly loves and adores. This
was that time for Pat. To Tom she had given her heart and her soul.
Now she gave him her body. With this final gift, she felt complete.
She knew that, for them, this was right.

For Tom it was very much the same, except in a masculine way. He had
known other women, sometimes casually, sometimes in what he thought at
the time was love. Now he lay inside a woman he loved and respected,
her warm, wet body gripping him tightly. He looked down at her face.
Her blond hair was fanned out around her head like a halo, her eyes
were closed, and she smiled like a woman totally happy and content.

They hadn't moved for at least a minute since he first entered her.
They were both caught up in the perfection of the moment. He kissed
her lightly, then slowly withdrew and slowly re-entered her. "Oh,
yes!" she breathed through slightly parted lips. She put her right
hand against his left side and wrapped her legs around his thighs, as
if to hold him in.

She didn't try very hard, because he was easily able to slide out and
back in again. "Oh, yes!" He completed another cycle. "Oh, yes!"

He increased the speed slightly each time, until "Oh, yes!" became
"Oh!" She was also taking an active part in their love making,
thrusting her hips up to meet him.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Tom found a tempo that was comfortable for each of them. Pat started
having small climaxes every ten to twenty thrusts. She did not come
down after each orgasm, but each one built on the last, each one
slightly stronger. After four or five, she stopped having small ones
and started building to one really big one.

Tom was not a machine, nor an iron man. After ten minutes his own
climax was coming on fast. He released her left hand so he could brace
himself better and increased his speed again. Pat put her left hand on
his right side and used both arms to pull him against her with each
plunge, as well as thrusting her hips against him and using her legs
to hold him tight.

Her Grand Mal climax crashed over her with the power of a tsunami. Her
vagina gripped him hard as electric fire surged through every nerve in
her body. She screamed, "YYYEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!"

He stopped thrusting when her orgasm hit her, and as soon as hers
eased off, his started. Five, six, seven spasms, almost painful in
intensity. "AH, AHH, AAAAAHHHHH!!!" He bellowed.

She could feel him throbbing inside her and the joy of knowing that
she had given him so much pleasure caused her to have one more small
orgasm, almost like a hiccup after the others.

They rolled over onto their sides, gasping for air after this sexual
marathon. They were still joined and their arms were still wrapped
around each other. They kissed a few times, then Pat pushed him onto
his back and rolled on top of him, so that he would stay inside her a
little longer. She felt his seed coating her lower lips and it caused
her to shiver in pleasure.

From his position on his back, he was able to reach up and play with
her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples, then he ran his
hands down her sides to squeeze her buttocks, moved to caress her
thighs, then back to play with her tits. When he looked up at her, he
could see the sexual blush on her cheeks and chest. "I think if we
looked up "beautiful" in the dictionary, your picture would be there."

"Keep it up," she said, "you see what it gets you."

"Is it safe to ask you a question now?" Tom said.

"Sure."

"Close your eyes." Pat closed her eyes as Tom reached over to his
slacks and pulled a small box out of the pocket. Very carefully he
opened the box and held it so she could see it when she opened her
eyes. Inside the box was a one-quarter carat diamond ring, set in a
gold band. Although the size was modest (it was the most he could
afford), it was a flawless diamond.

"This is my question," Tom said. "Open your eyes."

When Pat saw the ring, her mouth fell open, her eyes got wide, and her
breath caught in her chest. The clarity and cut of the diamond was
perfect, and in the multi-colored lights of the Christmas tree, it
virtually leaped out at her, much like the original star must have
done in the night sky over Bethlehem so long ago.

"Oh my God, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," whispered Pat. New tears
welled up in her eyes, tears of love, joy, and happiness. All of her
hopes, all of her wishes, all of her dreams had come true on this
night.

She started shaking and bouncing up and down. "Yes. Yes, I will! Yes,
I'll marry you! Yes! Yes, I will. Yes. Yes. Yes. Put it on me. Put it
on," she said, as she thrust her left hand at him.

Tom calmly took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger.

Pat quivered and shook and bounced up and down some more. Because his
penis was still inside her, this had a rejuvenating effect on Tom, and
he soon achieved his former fullness. They made love vigorously in
this new position, their first time as a newly betrothed couple. It
was as satisfying as the first time. Maybe more, because now they had
pledged their lives to one another.

Later, as they lie on the couch, Tom dozing as he lay on his side
facing the Christmas tree, Patricia also on her side facing the tree,
nestled in his arms, her back pressed against his chest, a blanket
over them because they were still naked except for the socks, all Pat
could do was look at the ring in wonder. As she laid there, some of
Tom's love again leaked out of her, tickling the lips and making her
smile.

Tom's eyes fluttered open and he could see her holding the ring in
front of her face, turning it this way and that so she could see it
catch the light. He could smell her hair, and he savored the softness
and warmth of her body pressed against him. He moved his lips so they
were next to her ear and he whispered, "Merry Christmas, my love."