Hanging by a Moment

“Merry Christmas, girls!”

Ash and Rebel had face-splitting grins stretching their lips as they walked into the living room the next morning, each carrying their respective daughter. Logan and Legacy, who’d just woken up not long before, were a bit bleary-eyed…until they looked at the Christmas tree with all its glowing lights and sparkling ornaments, not to mention what was underneath and around it. It was mostly all the toys and other presents left in a neat, yet unjoined semi-circle around its base that caught their attention.

Bandita sat right in the middle of it all, as she’d stayed up most of the night assembling the things that needed it and arranging it all for them. They knew the girls were going to be up early, and since she was more of a night owl than not, she’d offered to play the part of Santa so they could get some sleep.

“Look at all the presents Santa Claus left you guys!” Rebel said, grinning as Logan squealed and clapped.

“We’ll have to write him a letter to thank him and his elves for you guys,” the bassist agreed.

“’anta! ’anta!” both girls cried, then demanded to be put down.

Logan immediately toddled over to her adopted aunt, who started showing her what the note “Santa’d” left said was hers. However, the moment Ash set his own daughter down, he was confused when she looked up at him and whined. His brow furrowed as he looked down at her, then bent over to grab her under her arms and lift her up to her feet. Only when she was on her feet did she shock all of them, but especially him.

“Oh, my gods!” the bassist cried, covering his mouth with both hands to stifle his gasp as his eyes widened. “I can’t believe it!”

“She’s walking!” his sweetheart agreed, her own eyes wide.

The little girl was definitely walking toward Bandita and Logan, who’d stopped what they were doing to watch her, her steps slow and wobbly.

“No wonder she wanted Daddy to pick her up again,” Bandita mused, her own face a mask of surprise. “She probably couldn’t figure out how to get back on her feet on her own just yet.”

“Not without something to support her, anyway,” the younger of the two women agreed. “Logan was the same way when she took her first steps at her age.”

“I just…I still just can’t believe it,” Ash said, sniffling slightly.

Rebel wasn’t worried in the least that he was crying, even if it was just a couple of tears. Watching one’s baby grow up and hit so many milestones, like walking, talking, and eating solid food, was a bit bittersweet for any parent. They loved having their babies as little as they were, and while hitting certain milestones at certain times was a good thing, it also meant their little ones were growing up and getting more independent of them.

When she reached her adopted aunt, Legacy fell to her little back side with a soft Ooof!, clearly intent on playing with her new toys. She didn’t seem to understand that she’d done something really big for as young as she was, but then again, she wasn’t old enough to care. Those toys were the only thing on her mind right now.

Ash managed to snap himself out of his shock before heading upstairs. He told them that, should she start walking again later on, he wanted to have his video camera nearby to catch her wobbly little steps on video. That, and like any proud daddy, he just wanted to record her first Christmas so he could show it to her when she was older. Again, his sweetheart wasn’t surprised by his wish in the least, as she’d wanted to do the same thing, despite Logan’s first steps being months ago.

Over the course of the day, the girls had fun playing with every new toy they got, both from Santa and their family, blood or otherwise. It wasn’t long before they were ready for their late-morning nap, which left the adults time to clean up the mess and set the living room mostly to rights once again. Afterward, they sat down to a late breakfast since they’d fed the girls in between bouts of playing, which was part of the reason they’d been ready for a nap. Still, as the day wore on, the bassist couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of surprise his steel rose had in store for him that night, based on the twinkle in her eye.

* * *

Later that evening, after the girls had worn themselves out and were tucked in for the night, and Bandita’d decided to go home so they could have their privacy, Ash sat on the couch in his boxers after showering. He had a mug of hot cocoa in his hands since he wanted something warm to drink, but didn’t want the caffeine of coffee.

Since she’d shared a shower with him, which had stirred his ardor, so to speak, he wondered just what his sweetheart was up to since she had yet to come downstairs. There was no doubt in his mind that she was planning something, but what, he didn’t know. He supposed he’d find out soon enough, so he just decided to kick back and relax in the meantime. He knew there was no sense in trying to rush his steel rose, nor was there any point in trying to sneak a peek since he knew she’d just toss him out of the bedroom on his ear.

“Ohhhh, Out-laaaaw.”

Hearing his sweetheart’s voice, although with more of a sultry purr than he’d ever heard before, Ash turned to look over the back of the couch toward the staircase. To say his eyes widened and jaw dropped at what he saw would’ve been an understatement, but it was an understatement he’d be willing to make. In fact, he’d lay money down on his breathing suddenly stopping and his heart rate kicking into overdrive.

Rebel stood at the bottom of the stairs with a sultry smile on her face, but that wasn’t what caught his attention the most. On her slim frame, a red, transparent baby doll barely hid the rosy peaks of her breasts from his view. As his gaze traveled down, his loins throbbing harder the lower it drifted, he thought he caught the hint of a matching thong covering her mound beneath the baby doll. With the lighting so dim, he wasn’t too sure, but he figured that was one of the things he’d find out later on.

“Like what you see, Outlaw?” she asked once he reached her feet, which were decked out with three-inch leather stilettos that were the exact same shade of red.

“U-Uh h-huh…” the bassist stuttered, his mouth dry as the Sahara as he looked back up, this time taking note of the Santa hat on her head.

“Mmm…I’m liking what I see, too,” Rebel purred as she sauntered over, her hips swinging teasingly. “Nothing on your torso but those tattoos I’ve loved since long before we met, and a pair of boxers I’d swear you picked to match me barely hiding your desire.”

Ash looked down at the only thing he was wearing, blushing madly as he realized that she was right—on both counts.

“I never said that was a bad thing, though, Outlaw,” she chuckled, her voice low and throaty. “In fact, I think it’s a very good thing.”

Before he could even really register what was happening, his sweetheart had perched herself on his lap, her face a mask of innocence. “You teasing little wench,” he growled, his arms wrapping themselves around her of their own accord.

“Who? Me?” the young woman asked, her eyes widening in feigned innocence as she batted their lashes at him. “But…but I’m innocent… I couldn’t possibly tease you.”

“Uh huh…suuuurrrre,” he said, pulling her against him. He grinned when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra under the baby doll.

“Oh!” Rebel gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as he moved her so she was straddling his lap and pulled her against him.

“Ohhhh, gods,” Ash groaned, his head tilting back against the back of the couch as their crotches pressed together.

Within moments, he was gasping and crying out as she leaned forward and sank her teeth into the side of his neck. The little pieces of bone had locked around his sweet spot, causing goosebumps to break out all over his flesh, especially when she gently laved the bite mark with her tongue moments later. He couldn’t stop the string of moans and groans that drifted up from the back of his throat, his hips bucking up against her of their own accord.

His sweetheart giggled teasingly as she began stringing kisses up to the spot just behind his ear, which she flicked her tongue against it before moving to nibble on its lobe. She even let out a soft, breathy moan of her own when he reached behind her, his hands closing over the firm flesh of her ass as he gently squeezed it.

Rebel moaned loudly in his ear, her hips rocking against his as she arched to press herself against the bulge straining his boxers. The crotch of her thong was now damp as her own arousal grew, the little nub that governed her desire throbbing mercilessly. She found herself grinding harder and faster as she grew more and more aroused, her need for him demanding to be sated. Thankfully, it was a demand her lover’s own body was crying out with, one that he was all too happy to oblige in sating.

The bassist soon had her cradled to his chest, her Santa hat forgotten where it’d fallen from her head as they sat on the couch. He carried her up to their room, where he tossed her on their bed in such a way that was a cross between being as gentle as if she were a china doll, and throwing her down as if she were his personal sex slave. It wasn’t long afterward that she found herself completely bared to his view as he stood by the bed, his large, warm hands pushing his boxers down his thighs to his ankles. She didn’t care, though, as she watched him shuck what she considered offensive clothing, her pupils dilating.

“Like what you see, mio acciaio rosa?” the bassist chuckled teasingly. His own pupils were dilated so much that one could barely see his irises, which had turned nearly black themselves, as his tower of flesh trumpeted its desire.

Rebel could do no more than shiver as she nodded, her legs raising of their own accord since they were already spread for him in a welcoming manner.

“Mmmm…I’m definitely liking what I’m seeing now,” he growled as he crawled onto the bed, his knees settling between those delectable thighs.

“Ohhhh, gods…I need you so bad,” she whimpered, mewling softly as he ducked his head to latch onto a tender nipple. “I just want to feel you inside me, stretching me so deliciously.”

“Since when did my little sweetheart learn how to talk so dirty?” he asked, grinning as he looked up at her.

“Since when didn’t you realize what a rebel I really am?” the young woman countered with a grin of her own.

“Touché, mio acciaio rosa,” Ash chuckled.

Without warning, he started licking and kissing a trail down her belly, only stopping when he reached her navel. He gently stabbed his tongue into the little indention, grinning as he nibbled at its edges when she gasped loudly and arched so that she was pressing her belly against his face. Apparently it was a really good spot for her, one he hadn’t really tried on many women he’d been with aside from her.

Before long, he’d moved down even lower so that his head was right above her mound. Just to see how much she could take, the bassist hooked her knees over his shoulders, thus keeping her pinned wide open to whatever he chose to do to her. He grinned as he looked up at her, his hands sliding under her ass, both to gently knead the soft, yet firm flesh there and to lift her hips up closer to his mouth. Rebel didn’t seem to have any idea what he had in store for her, but that was fine with him; he doubted she’d ever had someone eat her out as she deserved, anyway, so he wasn’t surprised she seemed clueless.

The moment he latched onto her clit as if it were a third nipple, his sweetheart gasped and cried out even louder than she had all night. From there, he alternated between sucking on the swollen little nub and parting her folds with his tongue, intent on lapping up as much of her sweet nectar as he could.

Her hips moved against his face as she arched, trying to press herself against that talented tongue, those oh, so mobile lips. Ash was more than happy to oblige, fighting a grin as he stabbed his tongue into her opening as far as he could. Considering the length of his tongue, that was pretty far, just far enough to hit that sweet spot so deep inside her that he knew she loved for him to hit. His tongue began to dart and flicker as if it had a mind of its own, like a hummingbird lapping up nectar from a sweet flower.

“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh,” Rebel moaned, her eyes rolling back as her sheath contracted around that bit of muscle that’d been teasing her so.

All the bassist could do as he lapped up the sweet nectar that bathed his tongue was hum against her lips, which drew out her pleasure even longer.

“Please, Ashley…stop! I can’t…take anymore!” she begged, her entire body tense as he drew out her orgasm.

With a soft chuckle, he finally ended the torture and gently laid her hips down on the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he sat up and licked his lips. “Mmmm…so sweet,” he murmured as he wiped what he couldn’t get with his tongue away. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that to you.”

Panting, his sweetheart couldn’t answer as she slowly came down from her high.

“I’ve dreamt of tasting your sweet nectar for so long…and now that I finally have, I think it’s my own personal drug,” Ash told her, grinning widely.

She felt her cheeks darken in a deeper blush than what was already there to start with.

“But that’s not the only thing I want from you tonight,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand. There was no way in Hell he was letting himself forget to use protection this time.

“Really, now?” Rebel finally managed to find her voice long enough to almost whisper those two words.

“Oh, really,” he answered, using his teeth to tear open the little foil packet. “I want as much as you can gimme.”

With a smile that bordered looking sleepy, she gladly spread her legs since they’d closed a bit when she fell limp, baring herself to him in a welcoming manner again.

Growling softly, the bassist stroked himself a couple times before making sure the condom he’d grabbed was properly in place, then settled himself right where he wanted to be. He groaned softly as he gently nudged her opening, which drew a soft moan from her as she wrapped her limbs around him.

As he finally bottomed out, Ash forced himself to hold still long enough to let his sweetheart adjust since it’d been a while since their last lovemaking. Despite being a bit loose from her previous orgasm, her muscles clenched around him at the same time her limbs tightened their grip on him, her body doing everything it could to hold him close. He couldn’t resist a chuckle as he ducked his head to capture her lips with his, knowing she’d be able to taste herself, especially as his tongue gently thrust into her mouth.

Rebel moaned into the kiss as their tongues tangled with one another, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held his head still, almost as if she didn’t want him to escape. At the same time he let out an answering moan of his own, his hips drew away from hers until just his head was lodged in her, then thrust back against her as he began their rhythm. It was a rhythm she was more than happy to answer as she lifted her hips in return.

Like their lovemaking back at Thanksgiving had been, this time was fairly slow and gentle for a couple who both liked things fast and rough more often than not. It was almost like they were joined on far more than just a physical level, as if their very souls really were bound together as one. He’d never felt quite like this, like his heart would cease to beat if he ever lost a woman, and he poured every ounce of his love into this moment. Everything he had to offer, especially in an emotional sense…it was hers for the taking, and it didn’t matter to him in the least if she gave anything in return or not.

“A-Ashley!” she cried a short time later. Her head was throat back, her limbs and sheath tight around him as she reached that peak.

“Ohhhh, Rebel,” Ash groaned, the contractions of her channel setting him off.

As things had gone only about a month ago, both their eyes remained wide open, staring into those of their partner as they flew through the Heavens. Granted, unlike the last time, the bassist’s hips twitched slightly, as did hers, but they were still able to look each other in the eye as they experienced that ultimate pleasure together.

Within moments, they’d both ridden out that intense pleasure, their bodies collapsing as it ended almost at the same time. He was careful about how he collapsed atop her, not wanting to hurt her, despite not being very heavy. Still, his body rested protectively atop hers for a few moments before he forcibly withdrew himself, drawing a soft moan from her. If it weren’t for needing to dispose of the condom he’d worn, he wouldn’t have withdrawn just yet, but he knew he needed to.

Once the offending latex was in the trash can beside the bed, he moved to lay down beside her, his chest still heaving slightly. As soon as he was settled, Rebel snuggled against his side with a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. One arm lay draped over his belly, a leg tossed carelessly over his thighs, just as she always did when cuddling with him like this. Still, it was an embrace he greatly enjoyed and would never get tired of.

“Merry Christmas, Outlaw,” she whispered, turning her head just enough to kiss his chest before settling down.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured, bowing his head just enough to kiss the top of hers.

Within moments of getting comfortable, his arms wrapped around her, and turning off the light, they were both peacefully asleep in their favorite place in the world.

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