Page 129 of Robbin’ the Rich

I could deny her nothing. I slowly pressed in pushing my cock into her wet heat.

“Fuck.” I rested my forehead on her, just giving myself a moment to feel her enveloping me.

“Micah,” she whined. She fucking whined and I was done.

I started thrusting into her. It had never felt this good.

Then, because she’s Robin, she managed to flip us, so she was on top. Next thing I knew my hands were over my head and she was kissing me. Then she started to ride me. Her tits bounced inches from my face, and there had never been anything more perfect. I sucked one of the pink tips into my mouth as she tightened her grip on my wrist, threw her head back with a moan and rode me harder.

“Fuck baby, I love you,” I said.

Her eyes connected with mine as she slowed. Her hand left my wrist and fisted in my hair as she kissed me and began slowly grinding into me. I cupped her face and kissed her right back. Our tongues danced and my hands slid down until they cupped her ass.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, “Micah—” and then her pussy clenched around my cock. I followed her right over the edge, filling her as she writhed and moaned.

When she was done, she kissed me one last time before telling me again that she loved me.

Now this was a Christmas miracle like nothing I could have ever imagined.

She fell to my side and I scooped her up. Holding her close. I needed to feel her. I needed the physical reminder that I finally had her back.

She lifted her head to look at her clock before laying it back down again.

“Merry Christmas.”

“You are the best Christmas present I could ever get,” I said with a lazy smile.

We laid like that for a long time before drifting to sleep.

When morning light streamed in through her window I woke and found her sleeping with her hair splayed all over my chest. I brushed the hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss there. She looked so peaceful.

A wave of emotion crashed over me. I could have lost her. I came so close to losing this. I would never let that happen again. I vowed to her in those early moments of Christmas morning; I would take care of her. I would be her soft place to land. I would be her cheerleader. She would always be safe with me and someday she would trust me again.

I’m not sure how long I laid there gazing at her when she began to stir. Her eyes blinked open for just a few seconds before she looked up at me with a warm smile that turned my inside gooey. I kissed her forehead one more time.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Moring,” she said as she covered a yawn. “Have you been up long?”

I shook my head. “Not too long.”

Then for a few more peaceful minutes we just laid there enjoying each other.

“Do you have any plans today?” I asked as I ran my hand through her dark hair.

“Whenever we get up, I’ll head over to my parents to do Christmas. What about you?”

“Well, I will not be going to my parents’ house, that’s for sure. I’ll probably just head home. Whenever you’re done, do you want to get together?”

“No.”

My heart almost dropped out of my chest. Did I not understand what happened last night?

“You are not spending Christmas alone. My parents already invited you over anyway.”

I hugged her and kissed the top of her head, breathing her in. “That sounds perfect.”

About an hour later we were pulling up to her parents’ house. I fidgeted with my coat and fixed my hair.