Christmas Special
"Merry Christmas," Jasmine chirped, immediately pulling Angelina into a warm hug while eyeing Nathaniel disapproving, "You don't even let her visit me," she released a grunted sigh before hauling Arabella and twirled her around while Arabella giggled happily.
"Grandma, I miss you," Arabella mumbled shyly, hiding her face in Jasmine's chest while she awed, pinching her chubby cheek.
"Grandma misses you too," she kissed her forehead, shouldering Nathaniel as she entered.
After travelling and enjoying their vacation to many places, Nathaniel built Angelina's dream house she jokingly told him about. She didn't know he would take her silly dream house seriously before he surprised her with exactly what her dream house was. (a reference to his curvy obsession.)
Leo looked at his wife to his stubborn son and huffed, following his wife inside. "Son, talk to your mom," he patted Nathaniel's back while ruffling Arabella's hair.
"Grandpa, don't dishevel my hair," she pouted, "it took aunty Bell a long time to braid it," in cue, a heavily pregnant Bell carried two cookies tray in.
"Aigoo!" Jasmine exclaimed, taking the tray from her and placing it on the table. "You ain't supposed to be stressing yourself," she lectured, helping her on a comfy sofa while putting a pillow by her side. And fretting over her like a mother hen.
"I didn't do anything," she tried to argue, but Jasmine rolled her eyes and turned to Nicholas, "You boys are getting lazy!" she admonished.
"Nathaniel and Nicholas should handle the rest," she pointed to the kitchen, "Why we girls—" she smiled, "Should have some tea," she beamed, pulling Angelina and Bell to the already set backyard.
Tea—in the girls' circle means gossip, gist and talk as the boys groaned and entered the kitchen grumpy.
"How are you?" Jasmine inquired, directing her question to both girls.
"I'm fine," Bell responded, placing her hands under her stomach protectively. "Nicholas has relieved me from any strenuous work only to wake, eat, sleep and scroll through the phone," she groaned annoyingly, "it is quite trying."
"Take it easy, girl," she grinned, "the man is crazy for you." She turned her attention to Angelina. "What about you?"
"God!" Angelina groaned, "I only thought being a secretary would be found, but it's the opposite," she muttered dejectedly, "going from one place to another, travelling, meeting, scheduling. I quit!" she lamented, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Ooh Angie," Jasmine cooed, taking Angelina's and Bell's hands and patting them gently.
"So —" Jasmine dragged slowly, wiggling her eyebrows haughty, "What is your Christmas gift for your husband?" she raised her brow suggestively as Angelina blushed furiously.
Angelina fiddled with her fingers, "I—" her voice came out octave. "I just wanted to surprise him with small cufflinks and cologne," she rubbed her nose shyly.
"That's good," she praised, "but—it is too plain," she mumbled, "Like I've known there wouldn't be any gift," she raised her brows, calling the girls nearer as she whispered to them.
"That's my Christmas gift for you," she grinned, "make sure to use it well and enjoy it."
"What are we enjoying?" Nathaniel's voice made Angelina jump a little as if she had done something wrong, which didn't go unnoticed by the all-aware Nathaniel.
He placed the dish on the table and walked lazily to Angelina, "Are you cold? Are you okay? Do you want to—"
"I'm fine," she responded, easing him of his worry.
"Okay, Angie." he nodded, stealing a kiss from her lips before leaving her again.
After they finished eating, the men worked on the barbecue as the ladies giggled and laughed. The evening was cosy, and dazzling and sparkling light bulbs were illuminated, the soft melody of the Christmas song playing. With everyone laughing and happy, enjoying their Christmas.
Angelina's phone rang, her father's name flashed on the screen, and a genuine smile found a way to her lips; she swiped to green, accepting the video call.
"Papa," she waved her hand, grinning widely.
"Denike," her father returned the smile, his eyes twinkling with happiness as he put a drumstick in his mouth, the crisp sound coming out from every munch as Angelina groaned, craving her father's homemade drumstick.
"Papa," she muttered bitterly, biting her lips as she glared at her before huffing, then smirking, turning the camera to let her father see what the boys were grilling.
"You can't make me crave that!" she said while Richard grinned, "Hello son in law," Richard ignored her whole Nathaniel dropped what he was doing and came to greet his father-in-law.
He wiped his hands with the apron, "father," he said, nodding a little in respect.
"My son, how are you?" Richard asked cheerfully. He and Nathaniel had bonded for a week when he visited Nigeria with Angelina. Richard enjoyed those cooking classes they had together with him — Nathaniel learning how to make Nigerian dishes.
"Mo wà*," he responded as Angelina guffawed out. (I came) (instead of mo wá - I'm fine.)
"Haha!"
"He's still trying," Richard reprimanded Angelina for laughing while he tried hard to stifle his laughter. The pronunciation sounded forced and rough.
Her father talked with her in-laws before talking for some minutes with Nathaniel. "I don't know if I'm your child or him," she rolled her eyes.
"Grandpa Richard, happy Christmas."
"awww, Ara*," Richard said dramatically. Looking at his granddaughter, who had half of his mother's features. Gray eyes, brown hair and button nose. (wonder.)
"My Christmas present?"
"How can I forget my favourite human's gift?" he exclaimed, touching the screen of the phone while Arabella shook her head. "It's on the way," he did his hand in a swish, showing the aeroplane's movement.
"Okay, grandpa Richard," she nodded in understanding, "Ara would wait for it," she said, smiling.
"That's my girl."
"How is Sally?" Angelina asked of her father's wife.
"She stepped outside to greet the neighbours," he responded.
"Okay, my regards to her." she said, "Bye, till later."
When everyone had exchanged gifts, wishes and prayers, they left for their home to give the owner space as Jasmine took Arabella along.
Nathaniel groaned tiredly; today was stressful with preparations and talking as he entered inside from seeing bus parents and friends off as he took off the Santa Claus cap and white moustache. He didn't see Angelina in the living room and went to the kitchen to see whether she was there, but when he didn't find her, he went to their room.
As he opened the bedroom door, everything was warm; only the reflection of the full moon was reflecting inside as he saw a figure sitting crossed leg on the bed.
The scent of rose assaulted his room as he felt his body buzzing with excitement. He turned to switch on the light, but with a flicker, a white light flashed before turning to a dim red.
"Come and open your Christmas gift," Angelina whispered in a low, seductive voice. The warm air carried her soft voice to his ears, entering and enchanting his brain, mind and heart.
"My gift," he breathed out, taking a step closer hurriedly yet slowly not to pounce on her.
"Yeah," she answered, "yours."
"Mine?"
When Nathaniel reached the bed where she sat, he fell to his knees, eyes widened, staring at Angelina and mouth agape. Angelina was in a red lingering.
Damn!
Angelina was sitting on the bed with the garter on, was a seductress waiting to catch her prey tonight. Her breasts were perfectly fitted in the cups, enhancing her cleavage, and the bra extended slightly above her navel. A see-through braceletta. While the red panty was neither too low nor high, opening a little of her shaven skin as two thin straps connected the lacy silk pant to her stocking. The glimmering red garter was hanging at her thigh. On her neck was a red ribbon, and on her head was the Santa Claus cap.
Nathaniel groaned, taking her leg and kissing her toes. He licked her leg, trailing wet kisses to her thigh as he glanced up, looking at Angelina, whose face was scrunched in anticipation. He grazed his teeth at the garter, kissing her thigh higher and higher before stopping at the inner. He inhaled her heavenly scent, feeling addicted as he licked the panty.
"Fuck! Angie, you are wet!" he murmured, his voice deep with desires as he lapped on her pussy. There was a hole for intrusion in the panty.
Bless whoever made this! He plunged his tongue into her cunt, diving his rough tongue into her warmth while his hands caressed her thigh before playing with her clit.
"Mmng!" Angelina moaned, her face closed in pleasure as she ground her hips on the bed.
Nathaniel stood up, ripping his Santa Claus shirt, hauling Angelina up as she immediately wrapped her legs around his torso, making Angelina some inches to his height; he grabbed her butt cheeks tightly, eloping her lips in hers.
Nathaniel didn't wait for her to catch up as he dipped his tongue in her mouth, kissing and exploring her mouth. A string of saliva separated them as their hearts beat together and their breathing fanned against each other.
Nathaniel unzipped his trouser, making his bulge to sprang free and hit Angelina's skin. She shivered at the connection as she felt a zap of sparks run through her body, making her body buzz and her heart pump.
He latched on her valley, burying his face in the softly busty heaven while he lifted Angelina a little up before ramming his cock in her.
A loud, lewd moan escaped Angelina's lips as he hugged her body firmly and thrust deep into her.
"I like my Christmas present," he murmured in her ear as he nibbled on it, then licked her neck. "Do you like me licking you? As your inside is clenching my dick as if it wants to break it," he breathed out.
"Your inside is so warm and taking me well," he complimented, placing her gently on the bed yet not disconnecting their joint body.
Moan and moan released from Angelina's mouth as Nathaniel never relented his vigour. When he felt the panty disturbing his intrusion, he ripped it off, throwing it away uncaringly.
"Ah! Hit there," Angelina screamed, her hips moving to his fierce thrust. Nathaniel smiled slyly, placing both her legs on his shoulders, giving him more access to go deep.
"Mmmn," she mewled; she was a moaning mess, her voice getting higher and higher. Enjoying the level, Nathaniel was taking her.
Angelina's wall clenched, her stomach knotted as her toes curled in pleasure, and a zap of tingles all over her body as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
With another fierce thrust, she came from high and immediately Nathaniel released, spurting in her.
"Best Christmas ever," Nathaniel mumbled, kissing her eyes, nose, cheeks and mouth before grinning devilishly at her.
"But I'm yet to be satiable with my present," instantly, he turned her over for a couple of rounds.
And the morning after, he was banned from entering the master bedroom.