Page 36 of Eggnog and Edging

I gasp. “No!”

"Sorry,” Cullen says innocently and pulls out, depriving both of us of an orgasm.

They are not good actors. Their banter comes across far too scripted, but that's okay. They’d asked me why I was so set on not having sex in bed, missionary style our first night, and I’d explained that I heard sex got boring after marriage.

I’ll take every single one of their little efforts to make sure sex stays fun.

They trade places again. Ryker eases into me. He doesn’t mess around this time. His thrusts are immediately hard and fast.

The way his eyes penetrate my soul highlight our deeper connection. It’s not just sex. It’s not just fun. We’re making another baby.

Part of me wants to strip naked and let them ravish me, but there’s no time. Not just because I want a nap, but because my sex knots tighter and tighter as he strokes inside of me.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I’m intoxicated by how clearly they adore me. Their desire to keep me happy each and every day is better than I imagined.

Then the look on Ryker’s face shifts. He’s close. He’s struggling not to come until I do. But I like to keep things fun too. Thanks to all the Kegel exercises, I squeeze my sex on his cock, catching him off guard.

It's perfectly executed. He groans, grabs both of my legs, pinning them to his sides, and thrusts wildly. The swell of his cock is exactly what I needed to claim the orgasm they were denying me.

I’ve messed up their plan, but we all know I can handle more than one orgasm. His cock twitches inside of me with each aftershock of orgasm.

"You naughty girl," he says when he catches his breath.

"I think you like me being naughty."

Ryker slides out of me, moves aside, and Cullen takes his place, pistoning in and out of my sensitive sex. The stretch from his cock and the circles he makes with his thumb on my clit are enough to send me headlong into another orgasm in record time.

It consumes me, flooding me with euphoria.

I faintly hear Cullen’s voice. "I can't fucking wait to see your belly swollen again, Babycakes." Then he growls with his release, pumping me full of his effort to get me pregnant.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Ryker whispers in my ear.

"Merry Christmas!" My dad’s voice booms from the entry.

Fuck!

“Stay there,” Ryker calls back, thinking quickly to keep him from seeing us. “You’re early.”

“I couldn’t wait to see Rylen.” Dad has a soft spot for his grandson, but his voice indicates he’s staying put. Surely he’s figured out what the problem is.

The three of us burst into laughter while getting dressed. Thankfully this time, there’s far less cleanup and we’re not nearly as naked.

Before going into the other room, I pull Ryker and Cullen close. “You two are my best Christmas present ever.”

And we live happily ever after!