A Christmas Surrender

"I've got a surprise for you when you come home."

Carol almost didn't hear her text notification over noise at the cashier's counter. It was the last Saturday before Christmas and she'd left the kids at home with Gavin while she braved the crowds to finds the last minute things she needed before they hosted for the big day. She'd still not found a gift for Gavin's mum (always hard to buy for) and she'd had to buy extra wine glasses when she'd discovered her adult niece and nephew would be in town for the holiday, attending family Christmas for the first time in 5 years.

Carol was delighted at the family reunion, but suddenly their Christmas lunch was testing the capabilities of their dining room. Carol shuffled forward in the queue as it inched towards the counter. Ooh, cushions. She should grab a couple for those uncomfortable folding chairs she'd have Gavin drag in from the garage when he was done with the yard chores he was doing while she shopped. She made a mental note to ask him, as she juggled her phone from her bag and read the text he'd just sent her. He could do it before dinner.

Shit. Dinner. She hadn't taken it out of the freezer. She hastily texted back.

"Ooh. A surprise? I'm intrigued.

Would you get that container out of the freezer to defrost? I forgot this morning."

The phone buzzed again in her hand almost immediately, almost causing her to drop it.

"Already sorted dinner. X"

She sighed and relaxed her shoulders. Thank god for Gavin. She'd been so busy the night before, up late wrapping gifts and running over the menu for the big day, wondering how she was going to fit it all in around her remaining work days that her dinner had been peanut butter from the jar at midnight. Lunch today had been a huge doughnut from a mall kiosk, and more coffee than she'd like to admit.

Arriving home on early dusk, Carol could see Gavin's fresh footprints in the snow where he'd been apparently been chopping wood for the fire. She was overtired and running on empty, and the idea of a warm cozy home and somebody else cooking dinner almost had her in tears of exhaustion and gratitude.

"Hi sweetheart" Gavin greeted her from the other room as she shrugged off her coat and hauled the bags of shopping through the door.

"Hi swee...." She trailed off. The house was aglow with not just a roaring fire, but the candles had been lit. A cozy blanket was freshly draped over the couch, and the Christmas tree lights turned on. And the house was... quiet?

"Where are the kids?" she asked, unhooking her handbag from her shoulder and placing down bags.

Gavin appeared behind her, arms around her middle and hugging her body to his.

"Your sister's. They're having a movie night with their cousins. They'll be back tomorrow lunch time." He started kissing her neck.

"Oh my god, Gav! Amazing!," she absently pulled away and headed to the kitchen. "Now let me get this shopping unpacked, I wanted to double check my gift list, and I'm just going to check that email from your sister about when the plane gets in. Then..."

He interrupted, voice soft and patient. "Come here."

"Yep yep, in a second. The dryer needs emptying too, I'll..."

He interrupted again. His eyes gentle but his voice with a commanding edge this time. "No, come HERE."

The tone stopped her in her tracks.

Carol turned and actually looked at him for the first time since getting home. He was freshly showered, his beard neat and his salt and pepper hair combed back. He was in a red flannel shirt that he hadn't bothered buttoning all the way up due to the warmth of the fire, and she could see tufts of chest hair peeking out. As a young man, he'd shaved it, sporting a muscular and smooth chest on their beach holidays. But those days were long behind him, and Carol much preferred it this way.

His sleeves were rolled back, showing his muscular forearms, and the bottom of the shirt was untucked over his trusty worn denim jeans.

It was then that she noticed two things. First, just behind him, a box labelled 'For Carol' sat on the low table in front of the couch.

Second, that there was a distinctive bulge in those blue jeans.

"Here." He insisted again, holding her gaze with a wry smile.

Carol didn't fully understand what was happening, but her knees felt a little weak and she approached him sheepishly, head down, suddenly feeling sheepish.

When she was close enough, he tipped her chin up with one of his calloused fingers and looked at her in her eyes. He kissed her briefly with soft lips.

"I've been thinking about you all day, sweetheart, and it's created a problem for me that needs urgent solving." He guided her hand to the bulge in his pants. She buried her face in his chest and breathed him in. He smelt clean and warm, but somehow the scent of the fresh chopped timber and wood smoke still lingered upon him. She nuzzled into his embrace. Thinking about him lusting after her always turned her on. Maybe the bags of shopping could wait after all...

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her body firmly against his, and rocked her from side to side a little, continuing in a low voice.

"You've been rushing about and doing so much for everybody else. You're stressed out, and in your head, and I miss you when you're so busy. I need you. I need you to let all this stress go and come back to me tonight, okay babe?"

All Carol could do was choke back a sob and nod. She was exhausted. Mentally, more than physically. She was burning out. Feeling seen like this hit her hard in the chest, and the intensity of the emotion shocked her.

"I know sweetheart, I know," Gavin said, and kissed the top of her head, "But all that overwhelm? I'm taking it from you now. Let it go. I'm going to turn that brilliant brain of yours off tonight, and I want you to give your body to me. I need it like I can't tell you. Just thinking of what I'm going to do to you has had me hard all day. Now, sit down."

"O... Okay?" She tentatively accepted.

Carol wasn't really sure what has happening, but was too exhausted for questions, so let herself be led by Gavin. Bemused, she examined the man in front of her.

Somehow, the way time had weathered his handsome face and peppered his beard with silver only enhanced his god given features. The boy, though undeniably good looking and the cause of more than one broken heart, had evolved into a fully developed man, rough and rugged in all the right ways, and tender and gentle in turn. His shoulders had remained broad but his voice had gotten a little more gravelly, His face told the story of a lifetime working outdoors, deeply creviced in places now, with smile lines creating crinkles around his eyes that gave him a constantly mischievous sparkle. An aged whiskey, of a man, she had written in his last birthday card. And she had meant it.

The boy he was when they met could never have commanded this sort of compliance from her so easily.

"Kneel now sweetheart" He pressed her down to the soft carpet then turned to the selection of toys and produced a collar. This was new.

Carol looked up at him, questioningly.

"You're mine always, babe. I got this because I thought it might help to remind you. Can I put it on?" Carol nodded and he gently secured it around her neck, seating himself on the couch in front of her. A warm feeling flooded her entire body when he placed the collar on her, and her breathing sped up. She hadn't expected this.

His rough thumbs caressed her cheekbones and he cradled her face in his hands.

"You're so beautiful, my love. Even more when you're wearing my collar, it makes me so proud. Do you see what you do to me?" He unzipped his fly and shuffled his jeans down, scooting to the edge of the couch.

The precum was soaking through his boxers, and her lips instinctively parted at the delicious sight of his cock through the fabric.

"Now, baby girl, this is urgent." He pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out with an impressive slap against his muscular thigh. God, he was hard, and glistening strings of precum sparkled in the firelight. He slowly stroked his glistening cock, and Carol's yes could watch nothing else.

Gently her took her face back into his hands again like before, but this time firmly guided her mouth down onto his cock. He moaned and bucked his hips a little as he slid into the warm, soft wetness of her mouth.

"Oh, my girl" he shuddered "You do this to me. You have no idea how I need you."

She melted into him, his desire for her very clear, and his firm hands stayed in her hair as he guided her up and down, controlling her head as he face fucked her with a surprising tenderness despite the urgency. Carol felt her pussy warm and her nipples tingle as his shaft filled her mouth over and over.

Before she knew it, his cock was hardening even more inside her, and she gobbled at him furiously. She felt his body go rigid, and with a deep grunt he was shooting loads of hot cum into the back of her mouth. Over and over she felt the convulsions rip through his thick cock, the familiar taste of his thick cum reassuring, and she swallowed dutifully.

Gavin sunk back into the couch. He put his finger through a loop on the collar and pulled her to sit on his lap. He kissed her hungrily, smiling at the taste of his own cum in her mouth.

"Good girl" he told her, locking eyes with her. His held a knowing sparkle, he had plans. Hers were wide and searching, looking to him questioningly. This was definitely outside of their normal realm of play. Their sex life ebbed and flowed like that of any long term couple, but it had never been boring. They routinely played with toys and were no slouches in the dirty talk department. They'd even lightly experimented with power dynamics, but this felt distinctly different. They'd certainly never introduced a collar before.

For once, Carol sincerely didn't know what was coming next, leaving her no choice but to be guided by Gavin. The building anticipation was making her heart race.

The power Gavin felt in that moment made his head swim a little.

Fuck, she was hot like this. He'd been thinking of her all day as he ferried the kids off and laid everything out. Carol was a brilliant woman; powerful, independent, capable. Her mind was sharp and he felt she was always across everything in a way he wasn't. He knew turning her thoughts off until she was quivering with need wouldn't happen easily, but that's what made it such a prize.

The challenge, and the payoff, was irresistible to him, and something he'd wanted for some time. And he was certain she needed it every bit as much as he did.

He leant his forehead against hers and stroked her hair. His voice was soft and low, but firm.

"That was a great start sweetheart, and now I need you to know what comes next.

We have nowhere to be, and I'm going to take my sweet time. I really need you to give yourself to me tonight.

You are my most precious possession and I love you and need more than I can tell you.

So I'm going to play with you until I feel like you've given me absolutely everything, okay babe?

Everything.

You know our special word if you really need me to stop, but you've already given me your heart - haven't I always kept it safe?"

Carol nodded, wordless, unsure of what to say. What did he mean, "everything"?

"Well I want more of you.

I want your brain, so I can shut it down.

And my way to reach it is through your body. Which you'll also fully give to me, do you understand? I own this body."

She gasped a little at this, but didn't look away.

"Yes. Yes, okay."

He smiled his pleasure at this woman in his lap. She was still so beautiful to him, after all these years. The lines etched into her face by the passage of time were testament to years they'd spent building their bond, but he longed to be closer to her still. There were still boundaries to overcome, parts of each other they hadn't yet fully explored. There was trust they hadn't yet extended to each other, and he wanted it.

"And I own all your slutty holes, do you understand my sweetheart? I need you to tell me you understand, because I'm ravenous for all of you, and am I'm going use you until I'm satisfied."

Her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed. She nodded.

"Good girl." He patted her bottom "Off with these first".

She flipped off him and onto the couch, unzipping her pants, but before she could do anything else he'd jumped up, grabbed the pants by the legs and yanked them all the way off her in one movement so powerful it looked effortless. The way his shoulders moved under his shirt when he did so made her pussy twinge.

Then he sunk to his knees and rubbed his finger tips over the soaking fabric of her panties.

"I love how wet you get for me."

Gavin pulled them down in one movement too, and buried his face into her. Her clit was hard and her lips puffy already, and he moved his tongue slowly up and down her slit like she liked, before sucking firmly on her clit.

She was slick and glistening in her readiness for him, and he felt himself becoming hard again. Looking up at her without lifting his lips, her watched her eyes roll back and he smiled with pleasure at his handiwork.

She relaxed into his mouth. God he was good at this. Over the years he'd really learned how to read her, and it didn't usually take him long to have her turn into a writhing puddle beneath him. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, and could see her slick wetness in his moustache and beard as he ate her with enthusiasm. The very vision of him smeared with her desire for him was so hot it flushed her whole body with warmth.

"God I fucking love you."

He smiled and chuckled through his nostrils as he slid two fingers into her pussy. Deep and firm.

Suddenly her hands were on the back of his head, driving his face into her, and she bucked her hips against him and moaned. A third finger.

She moaned and rocked. Fuck he had big hands! Fuck his mouth was making her lose control.

He lifted his head just enough to breath "cum for me sweetheart", and she did. Waves ripped through her and he jammed his fingers harder into her, loving the sensation of her clenching around him.

"Good girl," he cooed to her, relishing the wet sounds she was now making as he continued to finger fuck her "But I need so much more. Please be a good girl and give it to me. I'm not nearly done."

She nodded as he moved up her body, pulling her sweater over her head and expertly removing her bra. She was already floating a little now, as he slipped one nipple into his mouth and kneaded her other tit with his strong hands. She pulled at his shirt, and he slid himself out from it, and they sighed together as they pressed skin against skin, and he kissed her deeply and urgently, stopping only to dip his fingers into her mouth.

"Do you taste that, baby girl? That's what I do to you, sweetheart. Which isn't half as wild as you drive me."

Carol clawed at his back and rubbed herself against him as he said this.

"Oh my god I want you" she gasped.

"And you're going to get me. So much of me. Now, this might hurt a little, but I know you can do this for me, okay? I've got you, you're safe, but I'm not done. Yes? Are we okay?"

"Yes," she gasped, "Please. I need you too."

"Show me," he said "Show me how much you love me. Take everything I give you, sweetheart, because I'm going to give you all of me to show you how I worship all of you."

She was nodding frantically now, which he gently stopped with a thumb slipped into her mouth. She melted into him, nuzzling into his palm.

Gavin filled his mouth with her nipples again, holding them inside his lips while he passed his tongue over them, moving from one to the other while she writhed beneath him. He loved that feeling of her squirming with pleasure under him, but he enjoyed it even more thinking that she was pinned there. He moved a heavy hand to one of her hips, holding her firmly in place, and moved the other back to her clit. It was still soaking.

He slid two fingers back into her.

"You're doing so well my pet," he praised as he slid a third finger in.

She was so slick and hot against his fingers, and her body was heaving under his touch. He was now fully hard again, seeing her so needy like this. That he had the power to reduce an adult woman to a quivering heap with just his fingers and tongue delighted him.

And he really loved her middle aged body. This was the body of a woman who had lived, matured, and given him children. This body excited him so much more than the tight tanned body she'd possessed when he first lusted after her - and that body had excited him plenty!

But this body spoke of experience, which he found tremendously sexy. And that this familiar body needed his so much, it felt like coming home. He'd never trade that feeling for anything.

Yes, a familiar body, he thought to himself, but he was going to explore it in a new way... A fourth finger. He could feel her stretch to accommodate him, and she clenched against him, obviously surprised by the sensation.

"That's the way sweetheart, I've got you, just trust me. You can do this."

"Unnh! It's so tight! I'm going to cum!"

"Yes, good girl, do that for me. Cum all over my fingers. I want you to soak my hand."

She couldn't believe how full she felt. Another orgasm crashed through her body, and her brain was buzzing. Everything felt soft, and warm, and she felt so delightfully full. She didn't want him to stop.

He didn't want to stop. He could see he had her floating now, and wanted to ride the feeling.

"Good girrrrl!" he murmured to her "I knew you could do this for me. My amazing girl. I need you to be a good slut for me now, because I know you have it in you, and it's safe with me. My little slut toy. You can take more, can't you? I can see much much you're enjoying this."

He licked a finger.

"I can taste how much you're enjoying this".

She nodded, but her breath caught in her throat. More? She was so full. He couldn't be serious. But he felt so amazing, maybe...?

"I... I think? Maybe?," she panted "I'm scared."

"Oh, baby girl. Of me?"

"No, of it hurting. Of it being too much."

His eyes met hers and he gently played with the collar around her throat.

"Oh, my sweetheart. I'll decide when it's enough, remember? No more thinking from you. I'm going to overwhelm your senses until you're full of nothing but me. But I'm your safe place and I've got you, just show me you love me - give yourself to me and I'll take care of everything. I'll get you through this. Do you need to use our word?"

Her eyes were wide and fearful, but they met his steady, calm gaze and she slowly shook her head.

"No." She whispered. "I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too, you're my everything. Now, let me show you how much I love you, how much I want to give you."

And with that, he took his hand from her throat, and pulled his other hand from her pussy. The emptiness made her ache. Her body really did want more of him, even if her mind hadn't managed to catch up.

He reached into the box marked she'd spied earlier and grabbed some lube. He squeezed it generously onto her slit, and all over his hand. The cool feeling of it made her throw her head back in pleasure.

He set the lube aside and used one hand to hold her firmly by the hip, then drove his lubed hand firmly back into her. Her body arched and she moaned, gratefully receiving his fullness again.

He fucked her with his four fingers a little, and her body involuntarily rocked with his movements, moaning a little with each stroke.

Gavin then cupped the four fingers that were filling her so thoroughly, and tucked his thumb inside. She was as stretched as she'd ever been around his enormous hand, and she was moaning louder and louder now, but not resisting.

He pushed harder, gently, stretching her further and further, slowly slowly slowly. His eyes widened greedily watching this amazing stretch, her pussy so wide. He couldn't believe he was watching his hand disappear into her. And it was SUCH a tight stretch it wouldn't all fit after all?

But Gavin was determined, twisting his hand slowly while forcing himself into her, moving forward and backwards mere millimetres at a time for what felt like an eternity.

Carol couldn't believe the feeling. She writhed and cried out. It was searing hot, and suddenly painful? Or was it just overwhelming intensity? And delicious beyond anything she'd ever felt. The love of her life was more inside her than he'd ever been, and she was so overtaken by the sensation it was like her brain suddenly bleached white. Her vision, her hearing, her ability to talk, all subsumed by the sense of fullness. She was floating on a pink cloud. All she could feel was pleasure.

He made gentle murmuring noises as he worked forcefully but sweetly into her.

"Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you. You're taking so much of me, sweetheart. You're okay. You're okay, where almost there. Good girl my baby, good girllll..."

Gavin suddenly moaned and Carol wailed in pleasure as with one movement he slid all the way in and Carol's cunt accepted his whole enormous fist. His whole fucking fist was in her!

Carol continued making gasping cries and writhed against Gavin's hand.

"My darling slut, I'm all the way in your greedy greedy pussy. You've never looked so amazing. Holy shit, this is so hot. I'm so proud of you. You're literally wrapped around my wrist."

The pleasure was so overwhelming Carol couldn't speak, only nod and moan and close her eyes. Oh god, oh god, this was amazing. Could a person die of pleasure?

Gavin leaned forward over her tits as they heaved and quivered, licking and kissing where he could reach, and started slowly pumping his fist back and forth. She was so tight around him, and the sight of his wrist disappearing into her pussy, her whole body open to him, had him dripping precum from his rock hard cock again.

Carol heaved and moaned.

He started punch fucking her pussy with vigour, his fist filling her so completely her belly bulged and her tits heaved with each thrust. This sight was almost too much for Gavin, who had to close his eyes and take deep breathes for a moment to regain his composure, so he didn't blow his load right over her beautifully bulged belly and bouncing tits right then.

Suddenly she was gripping him even harder, waves of contractions almost crushing his hand, leaving him astonished at how hard she was cumming.

Carol screamed in rhythm to her orgasm. How he loved her like this. How he longed to possess that body. He moved his mouth over hers.

"All mine"

And he kissed her deeply again.

Easing out was almost as intense as pushing in, and he delighted in the way her pussy lips gripped his wrist and hand as he slid out of her. It was almost as if her cunt didn't want his fist to leave.

What her body could do just astounded him. Take his whole hand, cum over and over and over again. And that she surrendered it to him to play with... he couldn't believe what a lucky man he was.

Carol lay on the couch before him, a quivering mess. As he slid out, the emptiness seemed unbearable.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what, my little slut? You need more of me?"

"Yes. Please. Please more. Please." Her eyes were closed. She was almost incoherent now.

"Good. Because I need more of you."

He pushed four fingers of his hand into her pussy again, this time flat, like he was shaking somebody's hand.

Instantly she felt better, having him back inside her again.

Then he removed his fingers, and put the other hand into her the same way. Four fingers, vertical, in and out of her slit. She rocked into him.

Then, he put his hands together like he was going to pray. This seemed appropriate to him. He worshipped this woman, and these actions felt holy.

He held this praying position at the entrance to her pussy, then pushed them into her together. Eight fingers! Her body was bucking against him now entirely of its own accord.

He eased his praying hands in and out with increasing speed, then gently pulled them apart from each other, leaving a gap in the centre and making wet noise as he did so. He couldn't stop eating her with his eyes.

Then, without warning, he thrust his throbbing cock between his palms.

They moaned in unison.

It was so tight, four fingers and his thick cock. He tried to go slow, but he couldn't resist pumping into her. Slowly as he could manage at first, then with increasingly force and speed. She was literally dripping wet, her juices and the lube from earlier covering him and making him so slick that he was amazed by how easily he was sliding so much of himself into her.

God, he needed to fuck her properly.

He withdrew his hands, allowing his cock to sink even deeper into her wetness. She wrapped her legs around him hungrily, pulling him as deep into herself as she could.

Gavin obliged, and lay forward on her body, wrapping his arms gently around her head, holding her tenderly so he could rail her with abandon.

Carol relaxed back, moaning, limp and in ecstasy as he rammed his cock into her with a force that made her whole body shudder, bouncing her tits as they were squashed between them.

"I could. Fuck. You. all day. my sweetheart" he practically growled between gritted teeth, his powerful thrusts punctuating his words "Just hold. onto me. I've got you."

Her arms clawed in wild desperation at his back and his buttocks, and once again he felt the familiar feeling of her body becoming rigid as another orgasm built within her.

"Show me you love me. Cum on my cock. NOW. And HARD."

"Oh fuck, I love you!" she gasped as she came again. It took everything he had not to give in and thrust deep inside her pussy, flooding it with ropes cum.

But he wasn't done.

She fell limp against him, panting, and he held his cock deep and still within her. He tried to ignore how it throbbed.

"What a good girl you are, my fuck pet.

You make me so happy.

You've made me cum in your mouth, then you've cum on my mouth, my fingers, my fist, my cock.

But I'm still not done. I need to fill you all the way up again.

And then I'm going to make you cum again, while I cum inside you. Will you please do that for me? Make me happy?"

Carol nodded, barely aware of what was being asked of her. She was in a blissful haze, and could barely keep her eyes open. She didn't want it to end, but could barely move.

Gavin once again felt deep satisfaction and pride at the state she was in.

He lifted himself off her body reached into the box again, and this time grabbed a large dildo.

He sat himself back on the couch next to her.

With his strong arms, he scooped her up and sat her on his lap, leaning with her back back against him.

Her body went limp into his, her face slack with pleasure, resting open mouthed and gasping against the side of his face. His cock was nestled under her dripping pussy and he savoured the warm wetness.

"Just lean back into my arms, sweetheart. I'll never let you go."

Again, she just nodded weakly, but gasped and arched with surprise as he suddenly drove the enormous dildo all the way into her in one movement. It wasn't as thick as his fist, or as eight fingers and a cock at the same time, but it was long, and once again she found herself so full that it was on a border of pleasure so intense she wasn't sure she could take it.

She lifted her body up a little to ease off, but he used this thigh to hold the toy all the way deep into her, and used the arms wrapped tightly around her to drive her back down.

Her moan of pleasure was pitiful, and Gavin smiled and gently kissed her neck, then held the collar in his teeth while he spoke to her with a deliberate soothing tone, like one might reserve for a frightened puppy.

"I'm not done, baby girl. I want you to have ALL of me. We discussed this.

I told you how badly I needed you.

All your slutty holes. Remember?

All of them."

And with that, he positioned the head of his cock against her ass, which was already lubed from her soaking wet pussy.

Carol's eyes flew open in shock. It was another first. She'd already been more full of him than ever before, was he really going to fill her up this way now?

"I.... Gav... I," she protested.

"You need to use our word, darling?" He asked gently in her ear, jamming his thigh again to drive the toy deeper into her.

She squinted her eyes shut and shook her head with a sob.

"No, good girl. Trust me. Your body is made for mine and I've got you. Be a good girl for me and let me use you the way I need to." He cooed into her ear, breathy and low.

He was on the verge of cumming again, seeing her like this was driving him so wild. He pushed firmly against her slick ass, and felt resistance. It was so tight. He was going to cum right here, right now if he wasn't very careful.

"Open for me, sweetheart. Relax."

He held her tightly around her chest and reached one finger up, hooking into the collar around her neck, pulling her down into him, and she melted again into the sensation.

"That's the way my good girl, this body is mine to use, and I'd kick myself if I didn't explore every last delicious inch of it. Especially if I could find new ways to make you cum..."

With that, he forced himself into her anus. She gasped loudly and tightened as her entered her. It was his turn to moan then, a sound he stifled by softly biting her shoulder as he pressed. Compared to the ridged wet velvet feeling of her pussy, this was much smoother, but with a band of tightness sliding up and down his cock in a way that was going to tip him over the edge.

They exhaled sharply together as he pushed all the way in, his cock fully in her. Then he began to rock, gently at first, in and out. Carol lay limp against him.

He slid one hand down her body and started to pump the dildo in her pussy in rhythm.

The sensation of her wall being rubbed from both cock and toy simultaneously had Carol moaning in pleasure with each stroke. She felt so full that she couldn't tell where sensations where coming from, just that she felt more amazing than she ever had.

Gavin could feel the toy rubbing back and forth against his shaft through Carol, a sensation and an idea he found so hot that he knew he was going to cum soon.

He took the hand he'd been using to hold her collar and pushed two fingers into her mouth.

Then, with the hand pumping the toy into her pussy, he eased three fingers in along side it, causing an enormous stretch that he could feel as pressure against his cock and he hammered her.

"Take... all... of... me" he groaned, thrusting harder and harder into Carol.

The sudden extra penetration pushed Carol into yet another fully body orgasm, her body straining forward as she convulsed yet again.

Gavin was surprised to find how powerfully the orgasm gripped him, even while deep in her ass, and couldn't withhold his orgasm any longer.

He strained his hips forward and shot cum deep into her, moaning loudly along with his wife.

She collapsed against him, and he collapsed into the couch. His softening cock still lodged deeply in her, his arms gentling encircling her again and just holding her for what felt like minutes as they regained their breath.

"Holy shit... that was fucking amazing. I love you so much. Are you okay?"

She nodded weakly, and he kissed her shoulders and arms. She was spent, but on a high. He was too. 15 years of marriage, and he felt like it had taken every one of those years to get to a place where they were safe enough with each other to explore and support each other this way. He'd never felt prouder to have her as his wife, and told her so as he gently eased her off his lap and onto the couch beside him. He was in awe of this woman.

"That was..... holy shit," she breathed, and he kissed her mouth slowly and with intention while he grabbed the blanket and wrapped her in it, holding her and caressing her hair while he got her settled.

He reached over and grabbed a bottle of water from the box. He really had thought ahead about her comfort, Carol realised, and the realisation brought another pang of love for this man.

God, she couldn't believe what she'd let him do to her... even though it had been mind blowingly amazing, she was a little shocked at herself.

He lifted to water bottle to her lips so she could sip, then passed her a hand towel to clean up with. He tenderly undid the collar from her throat and gently touched her chin.

"Babe, you're so perfect to me. When you give yourself to me like that, I feel so seen. I hope you feel seen too. I love that we want each other that much. I want you even more now than when we were young and stupid and horny. Sincerely."

She smiled and cuddled into him. Stopping and assessing, she really did feel safe with him. Tears welled in her eyes. She spent so much time living in her head, to be brought back to living in her body was such an intense relief.

"I love that too. And I love you. I'll always trust you."

He rubbed her shoulders. "I've got you, sweetheart."

"I know, thank you."

Ding-dong.

Shit! The doorbell! Now?

She scrambled to wrap herself in the blanket, but Gavin shooshed her and stepped into his jeans with a smile.

"I got it."

He disappeared from view, only to reappear with delivery bags from her favourite take away. He raised them triumphantly.

"You gotta be hungry after all that, right? Stay there, I'll get you a plate. I've even got a movie lined up - press play and I'll be right over."

"God you're amazing," she realised she was famished, and looked at him with adoring eyes "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

He kissed her on the head on the way past, "Everything. Merry Christmas baby."