#christmas abbott

[crossfit-babes]

[l00k4tm4m45c415]

Christmas Abbott

[charybdisrevenge]

Christmas Abbott

[weightsandcrossfit]

Muscles and stuff: WeightsAndCrossfit.tumblr.com

[wandering-words]

I’m distressed I can’t believe Ava has a boyfriend. I went through the entire five stages of grief and for fucking whattt

[habeascoffee]

Christmas Abbott.

Yes, that’s her real name.

[nessa007]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[gregoryandjanine]

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY (2021- ) Season 2 | Episode 10 "Holiday Hookah"

[rhettabbotts]

dreaming of a white christmas - rhett abbott x reader

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

summary: in which christmas miracles still happen.

warnings: 18+ only. fluff. soft sex. oral (f receiving). christmas cheer. rhett’s the best husband. rhett walking around naked.

a/n: this is my submission for @lewmagoo’s christmas celebration! i’m so sorry it’s late my love but i hope you enjoy this little fic! and happy holidays to everyone! i hope it’s a good one 🩵.

“We’re looking at a warm and sunny Christmas day. No signs of accumulation over the next week.”

Weatherman Todd Carter crushed all of your dreams in one sentence. Every year since you could remember, there had been inches upon inches of snow throughout the month of December. This year was a little disappointing, but you had been holding out hope for Christmas.

That was your favorite thing about this time of year. The white snow covering the mountains like a blanket. The serene and beautiful landscape always made you feel like a child again.

The early mornings, bundled up from head to toe in snow gear heading out to feed the animals. The anticipation of Santa coming to visit as you baked cookies with your mother. It all reminded you of a happier time. And now thanks to Todd, you weren’t going to have that feeling this year.

Rhett came in that evening and could tell you were upset. It was your second Christmas in your new home and the place was decorated from floor to ceiling. He always said it looked like an elf threw up. You thought it was just enough, but you kept adding more every time you came back from the store.

“Hey, honey,” Rhett greeted you, planting a wet kiss to your cheek. “What’s the frown for?”

“Stupid Todd,” you mumbled as you stirred the cake batter for the chocolate cake you were baking.

“Todd? Who the hell-“

“The weatherman on Channel 7! He said there wasn’t gonna be any snow on Christmas!” You sounded like a spoiled child whining about not getting a toy. The corner of Rhett’s mouth quirked up. “It’s not funny. It’s depressing. We’ve always had a white Christmas.”

“Sweetheart, just because there’s not gonna be any snow doesn’t mean it’s going to be any less perfect. You’ll make sure of that,” Rhett swiped a finger in the cocoa mixture, licking it clean with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Good cake by the way.”

“It’ll be even better if you stop trying to give yourself salmonella,” you swatted at him to get out of the kitchen.

Rhett waltzed out of the kitchen with an extra swing in his step, his tight Wranglers leaving nothing to imagine. It was your favorite pair and he knew it. As he showered and cleaned up, you finished baking your cake. You even threw in a batch of cookies for the hell of it, trying to ignore Rhett’s voice saying in your head “stress baking.”

The holidays were such a wonderful time, but after you and Rhett had married it had become exhausting. Trying to find time for both families and leaving each place more overwhelmed than when you arrived was enough for you to decide to spend Christmas with each other this year.

The repeated questions of “when are you having kids? when are you going to move back to the ranch? why don’t you move closer to us?” wore you down to the point you nearly broke.

You wanted a family but children weren’t on the table at the moment. You and Rhett wanted to travel. See the world. Get out of the little small town you both grew up in.

A strong pair of arms wrapping around your middle snapped you from your thoughts, a scratchy jaw tickled your neck as feather light kisses were placed to your pulse point.

“I know that look. You’re thinkin’ too much again,” Rhett mumbled against your skin.

“Just thinking about you. About us,” you replied, swaying in his embrace.

“I can’t believe it’s our second Christmas. And it’s just us this year. Thank god,” Rhett muttered the last words. He couldn’t stand your aunt Susie. She was touchy.

Rhett continued placing soft kisses on your neck, causing you to moan quietly and lean your head back against his chest. You could feel him smirk. Smug bastard.

“You know… that fire I’ve got going looks real cozy…”

“What are you hinting at?”

“I’m saying I want to eat my wife out by the fire on Christmas Eve so she’ll stop pouting about no snow,” Rhett said bluntly, tightening his hold on you.

And he did just that. He laid out the softest blanket you had on the floor, laid you on your back and threw your legs over his shoulder. His tongue made slow figure eight movements from your clit to your pulsating entrance.

Your knuckles were white from the grip on his long locks, tugging harshly when his lips suctioned on your bud.

“Rhett- fuck- oh Go-God!” You stammered, hips bucking against his face.

He didn’t stop until your thighs were quaking and your juices covered his chin. He made a point to make dramatic slurping noises as he was pulling away.

“That’s it. I don’t need to open a single present tomorrow,” Rhett said as he placed his head on your lower stomach, kneading your thighs gently to stop them from shaking.

“Oh no. You’re opening those presents, mister. I have kept them a secret long enough.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Please fuck me now,” you pouted, practically pawing at him.

“Greedy little thing,” he teased.

So you made love all night by the fire, eventually falling asleep in your husband’s arms and dreaming of a snow white covered yard with two little girls running after Rhett.

The early morning sun shined brightly through the living room window, much brighter than it typically did. You blinked slowly, holding back a giggle at the sound of Rhett’s snoring. You knew he’d be complaining about his back later.

Wrapping an extra blanket around yourself, you made your way to the kitchen to start the coffee, not even bothering to look outside. You didn’t want to be disappointed.

As your cup finished brewing, you stood at the kitchen sink and nearly dropped the mug as you looked outside and saw nearly six inches of snow piled up out front.

You shrieked and caused Rhett to jump awake. He didn’t grab the blanket and stood in the middle of your living room stark naked.

“Where’s the fire?”

“THERE’S SNOW. A WHITE CHRISTMAS,” You exclaimed loudly, wrapping the blanket around you tighter and throwing the front door open. You were greeted with a bitter chill, one that went to the bone and brought a wide smile to your face.

It soon became too much and you hurried inside, Rhett still walking around without clothes on which didn’t surprise you.

“So Todd lied, huh?” Rhett joked as he sipped on your abandoned coffee.

“I could cry right now. A white Christmas. My favorite,” you whispered, grinning to yourself.

“Darlin’, I pray every Christmas will be white just so I can see this joy on your face every time,” Rhett said as he shimmied his way towards you.

“Go put some clothes on. I’ll start breakfast and then we’re doing presents.”

“Yes ma’am,” Rhett winked, yelping when you smack his ass as he walked away.

You spent the day with just the two of you, both laughing and crying at the different presents you got each other. You watched many Christmas movies while you snacked on the lunch you fixed and watched the snow as you drank hot cocoa. You saved White Christmas for last and you couldn’t stop yourself from shedding a tear as Bing Crosby crooned “may your days be merry and bright. and may all your Christmases be white.”

[crossfit-babes]

[noirsfantasy]

On the sixth day of Christmas...

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Gregory Eddie x Black!Fem Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔥 ➛ Fluff

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫�� ➛968

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ It’s Christmas time, but you felt that there was something missing. It was festive enough. You wanted to do something that would blow your boyfriend’s mind away. So you hid mistletoe in every corner you could reach, and even in some you couldn’t. This is definitely gonna spice some things up.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Y’all, let me tell you. Gregory Eddie? He’s so fine and I don’t know what it is about awkward men, but it’s so fun to mess with them. I feel like when I was writing this, some might think y/n is modeled after Janine. But I assure you, that is not the case. Honestly, I feel like, if he were in the real world, his girlfriend would be something like this. It really would be so cute. But yeah, just keep in mind that y/n is a bit on the shorter side. It’s up to you how short😌 Enjoy!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

The festive spirit fills the air as I scurry around our home, determined to turn it into a winter wonderland. I've put up lights and every decoration I could find. But my true masterpiece is the rows upon rows of mistletoe. There isn't a single spot without mistletoe somewhere near it. And, despite my short stature, I even managed to get them in the high spots. Of course, as a finishing touch, I placed the final sprig right on top of my head. Brilliant!

One might wonder, why do I need this much mistletoe? But I've got a plan in place. As I stand back to admire my handiwork, I can't help but grin with anticipation. Gregory Eddie, my lovable and slightly clueless boyfriend, is about to walk into the ultimate Christmas surprise. And I'll finally be able to get what I've been longing for. Endless kisses.

I hear the front door creak open and I can barely contain my excitement. I'm currently in the kitchen, having just put some cookies in the oven, but I wait to hear Greg's reaction.

"Um, Y/N?" He calls, setting his bag down by the door as he takes in the appearance of our apartment. "Why does it look like Christmas threw up in here?" I giggle and make my way over to the door, attacking him with a hug.

"Oh, you know, just spreading some holiday cheer! And, uh, just hoping for some mistletoe magic." I say with a mischievous smile as I point to the mistletoe on top of my head. He looks at me with confusion.

"Mistletoe magic?" I nod, deciding it's time to reveal my secret weapon, needing to step up my game to get him to realize. I pull out another hidden mistletoe from behind my back and hold it above my head.

"Ta-da! Now, according to my brilliant plan, you have to give me a kiss." I say, matter of factly. Greg stares at me for a moment, before bursting out laughing at my plan. However, he can't resist my charm either, so he leans down and gives me a sweet kiss. I smile into the kiss, doing a small victory dance when he pulls away.

"So, is this going to happen every time we walk under mistletoe?" He chuckles as I nod enthusiastically. "You and your mistletoe antics, Y/N. You're something else." He leans down for another kiss, this one deeper than before, "I love you, crazy."

"I love you, too!" I reply with a bright look in my eyes. Greg lifts me up into his arms and carries me to the couch, sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

Surrounded by the glow of Christmas lights, Greg eyes the strategically placed mistletoe with a bemused smile. "So, how many of these did you put up?" He asks me. I shrug my shoulders, counting on my fingers and pretending to ponder.

"Well, let's see... I lost count after twenty. But I just figured that more mistletoe equals more kisses."

"You know you don't need to set traps like this to get me to kiss you right?" He tells me, his thumbs drawing circles on my hips.

"I knowww, but at least, this way, it's more festive!" I give him a cute smile as I explain my reasoning. Greg can't help but grin at my adorable face. He pulls me close, pecking my lips.

"Maybe next time, instead of hanging mistletoe, you could wrap yourself in tinsel and wait in a present box for me." He suggests jokingly. I smirk and raise an eyebrow.

"Don't tempt me now." Greg chuckles, kissing me on the cheek.

"You're such a mischievous little monster, you know that? Even when I think I have you all figured out, you always come up with some new devious plan to make me fall in love with you even more."

"What can I say? I am a woman of many talents." I say with a casual shrug. Greg grins back at me.

“That you are… That you are. Do you think you’ll still be pranking me when we’re old and gray?” He raises an eyebrow and sighs, “Who am I kidding… Of course you will be.” I laugh loudly at that.

"I mean, come on, it's obvious this is only the beginning." I give him a playful nudge as I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck. Greg laughs along with me, pulling me closer.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you, Y/N, with your pranks and your silliness and your mistletoe and everything about you." I kiss him longingly, enjoying the soft feeling of his lips against mine, even if I've felt it a million times.

"I love you too, Greg... even when you're a little slow to figure out my pranks." I tease causing Greg to laugh again. I pull him in for an exaggerated kiss. It's playful at first, but then it transforms into a deep passionate kiss that causes me to blush. Just when things are getting good, I hear the ding of the oven, signaling that my baking is finished. We break the kiss and I sigh heavily, sliding off of Greg's lap and standing up.

"I need to go get those before they burn," I announce and he stands up, a cheeky grin on his face.

"It's okay, babe, you go get those, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Then we can get back to the program." He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh as I nod, heading into the kitchen. As I remove the cookies from the oven and turn it off, I hear Greg from the bathroom.

"REALLY, Y/N?? IN THE DAMN TOILET?!" He shouts, causing me to burst out into laughter. I forgot I left that there.

[charybdisrevenge]

Christmas Abbott

[mysharona1987]

[night--hag]

Abbott Elementary 2.10 Holiday Hookah, 2022

Community 1.12 Comparative Religion, 2009

[whisperofsong]

Merry Christmas, Darlin’

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Female Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Your first Christmas Eve with Rhett in your new home proves to be memorable.

Word count: 4,087

Warnings: language and smut; this writing is intended for individuals 18+

Note: This writing piece was written for @lewmagoo ‘s Christmas celebration. Enjoy!

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You smooth out the creases in your sweater dress and fix a few wayward strands of hair that are out of place. The floorboards creek as you’re leaving your bedroom, something that’s become a comfort to you since you first moved in. You briskly walk downstairs and head for the front door, but before you pull your coat out of the closet, the lights on the Christmas tree catch your attention. You step toward it as your eyes scan the full branches, soft lights, and ornaments, each with their own story.

You’ve admired this tree countless times since you and Rhett assembled and decorated it, but you never tire of it. Scenes of you two unpacking boxes containing fragile and meaningful ornaments, smiling as you share anecdotes with him about each of the ornaments from your childhood, and his arms enveloping your middle from behind as you two bask in the coziness of the way the tree, adorned with lights, illuminates you, Rhett, and everything else its light reaches.

However, your smile dims when you remember that your husband’s not here. You know bull riding is Rhett’s passion and would never want to discourage him from pursuing it. Of course, this doesn’t stop you from fretting every time he winces after a ride or limps for several days after getting thrown off a bull. When he initially shared that this bull riding competition would involve traveling to Montana and leaving you for four days, your heart plummeted into your stomach. The timing wasn’t ideal.

Ever since you moved into your house together and made it into a home, you eagerly awaited all the “firsts.” First home-cooked meal, first Saturday morning, first time making love on your new plush mattress, first Thanksgiving, and now your first Christmas Eve. Rhett’s absence would change things, but the last thing you wanted to be was selfish. This meant a lot to him and he deserved to have this experience, so you encouraged him to go, despite the gnawing feeling in your chest.

Now, as you stare at your beautiful Christmas tree, you realize all you want is him beside you. All you want is to be in his arms, inhaling his familiar scent, and feeling his unshaven face in the crook of your neck. With one final look at the tree and a forlorn sigh, you put on your coat, get your purse, and shut the front door, counting down the minutes until Rhett returns tomorrow.

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Rhett closes the front door with a thud, flattening his palms against the door to ensure it’s fully shut. It’s older and needs an extra push these days to prevent the frigid outside air from permeating your rancher home.

He wipes his tattered work boots on the carpet and drops his hat on the nearby table. You aren’t home from your parents’ place yet, which Rhett had been counting on.

It’s your first Christmas Eve in your home that you saved for together. You both managed to save enough by February and were homeowners by July. Rhett could only shake his head at the memory of the air conditioning unit malfunctioning mere days after moving into this place. A repairman couldn’t make it out there to fix it until several days later much to your mutual dismay. Although it was stifling, Rhett didn’t mind those nights spent holding your naked body against his own.

Rhett wasn’t supposed to be home right now. He left on December 21st for a bull riding competition being held in Montana and wouldn’t return until Christmas Day or, at least, that was the original plan. He knew you were disappointed that you wouldn’t get to spend Christmas Eve with him and he shared this disappointment, but he also knew you understood the importance of his participation in the competition. You wouldn’t want to deprive him of doing something he loves. Instead, you decided to spend Christmas Eve with your parents to distract you from his absence.

When Rhett was seated on the bucking bull last night, moments before the gate opened and the timer began, visions of you flooded his mind. You wearing your navy scarf, the one that your grandmother made for you when you were twelve years old, that you cherish even more after all this time. The way your face exhibited gratitude when Rhett made your morning coffee, your fingertips grazing his own as he handed it to you. How you nestled into his side whenever you watched a movie, promising that you wouldn’t fall asleep, but when he glanced down, he was met with your closed eyes and even breathing, a faint smile on your face.

When the bull darted out of the gates, it was clear he was on a mission to be victorious, to rid himself of Rhett despite Rhett’s efforts to clutch the rough rope beneath him, perspiration gathering on his forehead. With gritted teeth, Rhett tried to maintain his focus, but all he could think about was you. Sure, it had only been a couple of days since he departed, but it might as well have been weeks. His grip eventually loosened and he couldn’t muster enough strength to regain his hold on the rope. The bull threw him off with a flourish and the deafening noise from the crowd amplified, but Rhett didn’t care because soon enough, he would be reunited with you.

Before you two met, Rhett was used to mundane, monotonous days that seemed to blend together. The ranch always took precedence and despite the grueling daily hours devoted to labor, the work never lessened. When the day was done, there was minimal conversation among Rhett and his family members. His house was void of affection aside from an occasional pat on the back or a brief hug that lacked feeling and warmth. Only emptiness resided there, the kind that numbed him during the day and kept him up at night.

But now? Rhett can’t wait for his days to begin because that meant making memories and falling even more in love with you.

As he stands by the stairs leading to your bedroom, Rhett rubs his bleary eyes that are evidence of his lack of sleep. Truthfully, he struggles with getting a restful night’s sleep and only seems to sleep well when you’re beside him. He really wants to wait until you’re home, but he can barely keep his eyes open. He lethargically ascends the stairs and just about collapses on the bed. He can’t even muster enough energy to take off his shoes, even though he knows you’d have a fit if you saw them on the bed. It’s one of your biggest pet peeves. His eyes fall shut within seconds and soon enough, he’s ensconced in a dream in which only the two of you exist.

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Two hours later

You unlock the door, but it only partially opens. You ram your shoulder into the door to open it fully and sigh heavily at your now sore shoulder as you’re certain there will be a bruise tomorrow. Eventually you would have the door fixed, but with the other recent expenses related to the house, it isn’t in your budget right now.

As you approach the short hallway between the entryway and the kitchen, your eyes land on the object resting on the table. Rhett’s hat. Your eyebrows furrow, questioning whether it had been there before. You don’t recall seeing it, but Rhett’s truck isn’t in the driveway. Besides, he won’t be home until tomorrow. He must have left it there and you were just oblivious to it until now. You just can’t believe he forgot to take his hat with him. He’s never forgotten it before. Nevertheless, you shake your head and move past it, deciding not to devote any more time to the subject.

The house is dark, except for the lit up Christmas tree, just as you left it. You stand in front of it once more, wishing you weren’t alone. It’s a dismal wish, considering it isn’t feasible. Your eyes suddenly become watery and you feel foolish for becoming emotional. After all, Rhett’s only been gone for a few days and will be home in less than 24 hours. Still, a melancholia falls over you and you can’t seem to fight it. As soon as you wipe a tear away, several more replace it and now, you’re a blubbering mess.

You’re caught up in your emotion, unaware of Rhett’s quiet footsteps as he slowly descends the stairs. “Hi, darlin’.”

You swiftly turn around, releasing a gasp, startled by the gruff voice in what you assumed was an empty house. The glow emanating from the Christmas tree confirms that the voice belongs to Rhett.

You blink several times, wondering if the solitary glass of wine you had at your parents’ house is making you disoriented. Would that be enough to make you see a mirage? It can’t be him…can it?

“What…what are you…how?” You’re barely able to formulate a sentence, incredulous at the sight of him.

A lopsided grin decorates your husband’s face, amused by your surprise. “Wanted to surprise ya.”

“You did,” you say breathlessly as you remain frozen by the Christmas tree. A deluge of tears streams down your cheeks and you make no effort to stop them from flowing.

“Baby,” Rhett exhales. He walks toward you and pulls you into him, with you melting against his chest. Your tears dampen his shirt, but when you try to apologize, Rhett won’t have any of it. He only squeezes you tighter and kisses the crown of your head.

When you pull back, you’re staring at him quizzically. “How are you here?”

He momentarily averts your gaze. “I lost, so there was no reason to stay.”

You cock your head to the side as you study him. “You don’t seem upset, though.”

He shrugs. “You win some, you lose some,” he tells you breezily.

“But you’re always disappointed after a loss. I don’t understand.”

His large hand cups your cheek, its size almost overpowering it, and his fingertips delicately caress your cheek in the process. “Winning the competition woulda meant another day apart from you. By losin’, I actually won because I get to be with my girl sooner. What could be better than that?”

You want to respond, to verbally convey your gratitude, but the emotion bubbling up inside you constricts your throat and your eyes are welling with more tears. You must look like a mess.

“Please don’t cry, darlin’,” he says gently, concerned eyes focusing on you.

“I just missed you so much. I’m really happy you’re here.” Your shaky voice is barely audible, just loud enough for Rhett to catch your words.

“I missed you, too. And I couldn’t be happier to have you in my arms.”

You give him a wobbly smile until another question surfaces. “Wait. Where’s your truck?”

Rhett chuckles. “I parked it at my parents’ place and wrangled Perry into givin’ me a ride.”

“So crafty.”

“I have to be with you,” he replies. Rhett surges forward, kissing you carefully without any plans of hastening it. You grab the fabric of his plaid shirt so that you’re pressed against each other, leaving no room between you. The kiss is tender and loving, but wandering hands and a mutual need lead to it becoming more heated.

Rhett breaks apart from you, his lips glistening and slightly swollen. His grip on your hips tightens and you know what he needs because it’s what you need, too. That’s one of your favorite things about him; that’s he’s often in sync with you.

He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes when your palms glide down his clothed chest. You tug his chin forward, causing his eyes to open once more, locked on your own. “I need you, Rhett.”

His gaze intensifies, yet remains just as loving as it was when you first saw him minutes ago. “You have me,” he assures you. Without another word, his lips meld with yours and he effortlessly hoists you into his arms and gingerly carries you upstairs while never breaking contact.

Once you’re in your bedroom, Rhett briefly leaves your side to turn on the bedside lamp. It casts a soft glow on the two of you and you can’t help but smile at your husband.

“I wanna see all of you. I missed you too damn much to miss a thing,” he says in a raspy voice.

The wetness between your legs intensifies and you can’t resist the urge to rub your legs together as you stare at the man you love above you. He begins to remove his shirt, but you place a hand on his wrist to halt his movements.

“I’d like to do that for you,” you reveal.

His eyes light up at your request and he places his hands by his sides so that you can take over. You slowly undo the buttons and intermittently look up at Rhett, only to find pure adoration as his eyes remain on you. When you slide it off of him, he’s left in a plain t-shirt and faded jeans from years of wear and tear. You guide Rhett in raising his arms and he obliges so that you’re able to lift his t-shirt off with relative ease. His sinewy chest is on full display and your hands gravitate to it, touching his warm skin.

Before you have an opportunity to address his bottom half, Rhett lays you down and hovers above you. His lips instantly seek yours and his tongue requests entrance into your mouth. The kiss is fiercely consuming and yet not enough. You want more. You always want more when it comes to Rhett.

His fingertips stealthily slip underneath your dress and move back and forth just above the beginning of your panties. You lift yourself into his hand, signaling that you want what he’s offering. His lips dance across your jawline and travel to your neck as they nip, lick, and suck your skin. Satiated sounds escape you and your hands latch onto his behind, desperately needing something to hold.

“You’re still fully clothed, baby. I reckon we oughta fix that,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear and sending sparks of electricity throughout your body.

“What about you?” You gesture to his jeans and pout.

“There’s plenty of time for that.”

He waits for your approval before he helps you sit up and kneel on the bed to remove your dress. He slides it down your body painfully slowly and pauses when it ends up around your waist. His pupils are enlarged as he notes the absence of a bra and looks at you questioningly.

“It wasn’t comfortable wearing one with the dress.” You bite your lip as you feel a little self-conscious in front of your husband. It doesn’t make sense after all this time you’ve been together, but it never lasts long.

He catches your apprehensive expression and runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “You should forgo one more often. Your tits are amazing.” He leans forward and captures one of your nipples with his mouth, savoring it as if it’s a type of dessert.

“Oh,” you moan lightly, falling forward as your strength dwindles. Rhett prevents you from losing your balance. Your fingers twist in his hair, giving it a disheveled look. “That feels so good, Rhett,” you praise him, reveling in the sensation of his tongue flicking your sensitive nipple. He directs his attention to the other one, licking and sucking with as much fervor as before, and you’re grinding against the comforter. The way he makes you feel is indescribable.

Rhett pulls off of you with a wet popping noise and shimmies the dress off of you completely before laying you down, the coolness of the comforter soothing your heated skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he gushes, marveling at the expanse of your body as if he’s viewing it for the first time.

“So are you.” And while it may sound silly, you really mean it. Those steely eyes that only soften for you. His clenched jaw that is now looser. His guarded expression long gone only to be replaced with love for you. Others will never know Rhett Abbott the way you do and perhaps you prefer it that way. You’re the only one who makes him feel safe enough to be vulnerable; the only one who provides him with security to be his authentic self.

He resumes littering your neck with marks and you tug his hair, something you learned drives him wild when you first began dating. Rhett grinds against you with just enough pressure and you know you’ll see a wet spot leaking through your panties if you peer down at them. As much as you relish the feeling of him against you, you need more and can no longer stand the anticipation.

“Rhett. Honey.” You’re barely able to verbalize anything in this moment as his tongue glides across your neck.

He glances at you with a gentle questioning look. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, his tone laced with concern.

“No, not at all.” You brush his cheek to assure him and he leans into your touch. “I just really want you inside of me,” you whisper.

“It’s been a bit since we last made love and I didn’t want you to think I was rushin’. I really wanted to take my time with you before that,” he explains. He swallows while his eyes remain on your attentive gaze. “But…I need that, too. Need to feel you wrapped around me, darlin’.”

Rhett quickly pulls down his jeans and underwear, carelessly tossing them over his shoulder. You wrap your hand around his dick, lightly squeezing it and blushing at the way his eyes flutter as a result of the pleasure it brings him. You stroke him, creating a rhythm, but Rhett stops you.

“If you keep that up, I’ll come and I wanna come inside you.”

You don’t argue with him because you want the same thing and aren’t interested in delaying it any further.

Rhett hovers above you and drags his dick through your folds and over your clit, teasing you with the pleasure that awaits. You clutch his shoulders and whimper at the blissful contact. He knows you love being teased. “Oh, Rhett.”

“You’re soaked, darlin’. What’s got you so worked up?”

You’re almost tempted to roll your eyes because you both know exactly who the culprit is, but the thought exits your mind when your husband repeats this motion.

“Answer my question,” he commands, turning you on even more.

“You, Rhett. Always you.”

“That’s right. And I’m gonna take real good care of my baby,” he tells you as he enters you, stealing the breath from your lungs. His considerable size always requires some time to adjust, but you’ve grown accustomed to it and no longer experience discomfort like you did in the beginning. After the initial pressure subsides, the fullness of him dominates your attention.

Rhett begins to move in and out of you, causing you to jolt as your body relaxes, his movements quelling the ache within you, the one that desires him and only him. You’re so wet that every time Rhett pushes into you, a squelching sound can be heard along with the distinct sound of skin on skin. It’s obscene and further ignites the passion between the two of you. His dick is throbbing inside of you and it only inflates your ego more to know the effect you have on him. When his eyes move downward to where the two of you are connected, his composure falters and his mouth hangs open at the delicious view.

The sounds that leave you are moans mixed with breathless sighs, all evidence of your blissful state. When Rhett hits a particularly deep spot inside of you, you squeeze his biceps to alert him and he continues moving just so to hit it repeatedly. You close your eyes as his rhythmic hips meet yours, uncertain if anything could ever feel as good as he does in this exact moment.

“Feel so good wrapped around me, darlin’. Love feelin’ my wife’s perfect pussy.”

“Yes…yes.” These are the only words you can manage to utter right now because the way that Rhett’s moving in and out of your awaiting body is wickedly sinful and sensational. Without warning, he rolls over so that he’s on the bottom and you’re on top. Your messy hair falls in your face and your perky breasts are one of Rhett’s favorite views. He licks his lips in anticipation of getting his mouth on them again.

“Will you ride me, baby? Show me how much you missed me?” A subtle smirk appears because he already knows your answer. Your answer is always the same, exhibiting eagerness at the thought of taking control.

“Gladly. I’m gonna give you everything,” you tell him. You lift your hips and gradually sink down on his impressive length, reveling in the way his eyes roll in the back of his head and damp strands of hair stick to the side of his forehead. You two have already worked up quite a sweat. Each time you swivel your hips, your clit presses against his pubic bone, one of the main reasons the two of you favor this position. Both of you release approving noises at the sensation. Rhett lets you do this several more times before he sits up to angle himself deeper. You moan wantonly and wrap your arms around his neck to anchor yourself to him.

“Love watching your tits bounce. You’re so beautiful, darlin’.” Rhett wraps his wet and welcome mouth around one of your nipples, causing you to tip your head back as a result of the all-too consuming pleasure. This draws additional sounds from you as you lose yourself in him.

Both of your movements become more frenzied as you cling to each other. You know this act extends beyond a physical need. It’s never solely been physical for you two. You’re each other’s refuge, each other’s home and the love you share is incomparable to anything you’ve experienced. You’re made for each other.

When you sharply roll your hips against him, tiny shocks of electricity course through you, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm.

“I’m close,” you mutter. “So close, baby. You feel amazing. So good to me, Rhett.”

In response, Rhett lifts his own hips and the new angle targets that spot that never fails to have you shaking within seconds. This position in tandem with your swiveling hips brings you to the brink. When you look into his eyes, you’re met with adoration and sincerity and this is all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge. You tremble in your husband’s arms and succumb to the pleasure that repeatedly washes over you as he draws out your intense orgasm.

Once you’ve come down from your high, you feel Rhett begin to twitch inside of you. Your movements quicken and you encourage him to let go. “Go ahead, baby. It’s okay.” With these final words, his jaw slackens and a prolonged moan is followed by him coming inside of you.

“I love you. I love you so damn much,” he says hurriedly, his release filling you and leaving you satiated. You nod because you know the extent and magnitude of his love. You never doubt it.

“Love you, Rhett,” you whisper as the remnants of his release spill inside of you.

When you collapse on top of him, he buries his head into the crook of your neck as heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent bedroom. Your mingled breaths are almost melodious, your tangled limbs almost sacred.

“I’m so glad I came home,” Rhett shares as his hand moves up and down your back in a soothing motion. “Couldn’t stand to be apart a moment longer.” His sweet eyes search yours and although it’s not apparent to you, he’s contemplating how he got lucky enough to call you his.

“Me, too, Rhett. What a perfect first Christmas Eve in our new place.” You peck him on the cheek and lay your head directly over his heart, listening to its steady rhythm.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Rhett tips your chin and locks eyes with yours. “Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he says with a charming crooked grin, the same one you fell in love with years ago.

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