My Sweet Canadian Girl Ch. 10

This chapter picks up with Rick and Cassie making their final preparations for their first Christmas together. Thank you to everyone who's read so far or left comments for me. Please practice safe sex unlike my fictional characters. As always, I ask that you forgive me for any typos or other errors I missed when editing the story. I'd love to hear your comments at the end, good or bad. Last but not least I hope you enjoy this chapter if you take the time to read it.

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Cassie was wearing her Rudolph apron and singing along with the Christmas music we had playing as she baked cookies for the kids Christmas party tomorrow afternoon. Looking especially beautiful, even for her, she danced by stirring a bowl of cookie batter and paused to kiss me on the top of the head. It was just two days before Christmas and she was in a joyous holiday mood, which isn't much different from her normal mood in truth. We'd already attended my office Christmas party and the one for the staff at the hospital and got our artificial tree set up last week. All my shopping was done, though I'd never rule out getting one more gift for my beloved wife. The guy who normally played Santa for the kids had to pull out at the last minute with a nasty cold so I'd been promoted to the honored position for tomorrow's party. Everything was just about perfect. The phone rang as the last thought ran through my mind and I had a foreboding feeling that things were about to change.

"Could you get that please?" she asked.

"Sure sweetie," I said setting down the icing bag I'd been using to decorate the first batch of cookies. "It's for you," I said bringing the ringing cordless receiver to her.

"My parents," she said in a certain voice. If it had been anyone else I would have answered and said hello. "Hello?" she said releasing her spoon for now and turning around to lean against the sink. "Hi mom," she said in a cheerful voice. "Oh not a whole lot, just making some cookies for the party at the hospital tomorrow. No, no this one is for the kids. Rick gets to play Santa this year," she said with a smile full of love towards me. "Don't worry we've got some old pillows to stuff under his coat to help him look the part. I already told you I'm working Christmas Day. We're both off Boxing Day and the two days after. No! I said no mom! Are you crazy? How many times do I need to tell you I'm not bringing Rick home again unless dad invites us himself? Well put him on the phone then. Hi dad," she said in voice tinged with sadness. Her conversations with her father rarely ended well since he had discovered me. "I know mom just mentioned it to me I wanted to hear what you thought. So you want us to come too? Not just me but... he has a name dad. Are you going to be nice to him? I'll hold you to that promise. We left the last time and we'll leave again if we have to. Okay we'll see you then, I love you too," she said her voice cracking at the end as she hung up.

"It'll be okay," I said in an assuring voice as I stepped close to hug her. "Where's that beautiful Christmas smile? There it is," I said kissing her soft, tasty lips.

"I told them we'd come to dinner on Boxing Day but I won't make you go," she said in a soft voice.

"I'd love to go," I told her.

"There won't be anyone else there, just you, me, and my parents. My brothers will be home on Christmas Day and off visiting their in-laws the next day," she explained.

"Just us?" I said in a less committed voice. "That's fine with me sweetie. It gives me more time to get to know your parents, especially your dad."

"You're unreal," she said laughing before giving me a passionate kiss.

"We have cookies to finish," I reminded her when our lips parted.

"Let's hurry up and finish them," she said with one more kiss for now.

The happy mood that had filled the apartment was subdued now. I knew Cassie was already dreading that visit to her parent's house the day after Christmas. Knowing we'd be alone with them made me feel that much more nervous too. At least with her brothers there I had someone to talk to who would try to smooth things between Mr. Dumont and I. He'd invited us himself this time at least, though only because his wife and daughter forced him. Regardless of what happened Cassie and I were going to have a wonderful first Christmas together and there was nothing he could do to ruin our celebration on Christmas Day.

Seeking to rekindle the upbeat atmosphere their phone call had evaporated, I took Cassie's hand in mine and asked her to dance when the second batch of cookies went into the oven. She didn't say a word she just started to dance and smiled that beautiful Christmas smile at me. I didn't need to speak either; she could see how much I loved her by looking into my eyes. Holding her in my arms as we moved to the Christmas carols, I quickly lost track of time and was disappointed when the timer for the cookies sounded.

Cassie took them out to cool before we started decorating them and was ready for more dancing immediately. I turned the kettle on, explaining it was for a cup of hot cocoa, before accepting her back into my arms to share a kiss. The next song started and she guided me out of tiny kitchen and into the living room where we had more room to dance. I made a mental note that we needed a kitchen big enough to dance in when it came time to build our dream home, adding it to the long list of things I wanted it to have. We had barely started dancing to our second song when the whistling of the kettle called us back to the kitchen. Cassie brought the cookies to the table and started to decorate them as I poured each of us a big mug of cocoa. She smiled up at me when I brought it to her, just like the day we met.

After decorating the cookies and carefully arranging them in containers, we headed to the living room. I would have liked to dance some more but it was time for an important holiday tradition. Cassie sat close to me on the love seat and turned on the TV. There were just a few minutes before How the Grinch Stole Christmas started. Cassie never missed it and neither did I. At first she thought I was just saying that I watched it every Christmas but it was true. I assured her that this was one holiday tradition we'd been sharing since we were kids. Wrapping my right arm around her shoulders, I held her hand with my left and enjoyed the best Christmas special there is with the most amazing woman I could imagine, my sweet Canadian girl.

"The Grinch gets better every year. It never fails to make me happy," she said smiling at me when it was over.

"When aren't you happy?" I asked.

"When you went back to school for one," she said bringing up dark times I hated to think about. "But there are other times too. Like when I hurt my knee and had more worries than anyone should. Then there's last year, when I had to spend last Christmas at home trapped with Tamara for almost a whole week."

"Or this year when you're worried about going home for dinner in a few days?" I asked.

"I am worried," she admitted though her smile didn't change. "But if the Grinch's tiny, shriveled heart can grow three sizes right before he saves Christmas, then my dad can quit being such an asshole and save ours."

"That last part sounds like something I'd say without thinking and end up regretting," I said laughing.

"If he does something to make us leave he'll hear a lot worse than that," she vowed.

"I heard you tell him you loved him earlier," I said in a serious voice. I didn't want her saying something that hurt her father because of me.

"Of course I love him. That's why the way he treats you hurts so much. I was always daddy's little girl. When I was little my brothers teased me all the time but he'd sit with me for hours playing with my Barbies. We had so many Barbie doll weddings that I ran out ideas but they all ended the same. There was one Ken doll waiting for me at the alter and another one to walk me down the aisle. He needs to realize that I've found my Ken doll and he's waiting for me right now but the one that walks me down the aisle is lost," she said in soft voice.

"That's a beautiful story sweetie," I said kissing her on the forehead as she slid into my arms. "I don't think you should tell your father you told me he used to play with dolls though," I said a few moments later making her smile.

"Why not? I've seen the pictures of you with Susan, it's one of the few things you have in common," she said giggling as I pushed her down on the love seat kissing her repeatedly.

"Not here. Lei could be home any minute," she said breathlessly.

I stood up and bent low to throw her over my shoulder. Hugging her legs as she shrieked in mock terror, I marched her directly to our bedroom and threw her down on the bed. Cassie got up and walked past me to close the door then turned around to glare at me with her blue eyes smoldering. Strutting towards me with sashaying hips, she planted the palms of her hands high on my chest and pushed me backwards until I crashed onto the bed. She was wearing her old UBC sweatshirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and navy blue cotton socks but when she started her striptease she was the sexiest stripper in the world.

When she started dancing in front of me, I took my shirt off and pinched my nipples making her laugh and disrupting her movements. She stepped close to me and bent low to suck my nipples surprising me with how good her gentle tongue felt on them. I closed eyes and sighed but my eyes bolted open when she gave my nipple a little bite that startled me. Cassie's calm, assuring, beautiful face was right there to meet me with an apologetic kiss and her lips stole my words when I tried to tell her she hadn't hurt me at all. My hands found their way to the small of her back as we kissed, holding her close as she ground her hips into my awakening cock. The temptation to throw Cassie on her back and ravage her sexy body was strong but she reached behind to remove my hands and stood up when she felt me starting to turn her.

Looking deep into her eyes as her beautiful body undulated in cock provoking ways, I unfastened my jeans and pulled my cock out. Her eyes shifted focus missing my smile from having so easily turned the tables on her. I stood for just a second to dropped my pants and bent over to take my socks off before getting comfortable on the bed. Cassie stepped close trying to touch my cock only to be frustrated when I caught her by the shoulders. I'd been anticipation a sexy striptease from my breathtakingly beautiful wife but after being rebuked a few times she took off her sweater, bra, jeans, and panties in that order. My plan was for her to be naked before I let her join me on the bed. Well wearing just a pair of navy blue socks was close enough for what I wanted to do with her.

Cassie crawled towards my cock with her mouth opened wide, practically drooling. I stopped her once again and she gave me an exasperated look wondering what could possibly be wrong now. A simple pat on my chest told her exactly what I wanted though. Climbing onto me, she shoved her clean-shaven pussy into my face and moaned around my cock as she tasted her prize at last. Placing loud smacking kisses all around her legs and ass as I rubbed her pussy with my fingers, I gave her a new reason to moan. I knew I was doing well whenever she stopped sucking my cock and tried to compose herself. Focusing on pleasuring her helped me ignore the effects of her blowjob to a degree though I was forced to push her off when I felt myself about to cum.

On her back with her head near my feet, Cassie pulled her legs back exposing her most intimate body parts to me in a gesture of pure surrender. The trust she placed in me was limitless. My wife knew I was incapable of hurting her. She felt no shame around me now, though she'd blush involuntarily sometimes, and she had complete faith in my ability to please her. I was confident too, when you're willing to place another persons happiness above your own there's no reason to feel otherwise. Pushing her legs further back until she start to roll up on her shoulders, I knelt close and released her to fall back towards me.

I was looking straight down as her pussy now, watching the light reflect off the juices it was leaking. Squeezing the firm cheeks of her curvy ass, I ran my thumb between her pussy lips and brought it to her mouth to offer her a taste. Cassie gasped at my sudden plunging of three fingers at once inside her. Her lips stretched tight around me, clinging to my fingers each time I pulled back for another turn. My other hand was wrapped around her body resting on her midriff where I felt her muscles clench each time I drove my fingers into her. Caressing her with my hand as I fingered her, I let it gradually drift closer and closer to her clit. I could tell she was anticipating my touch there and ran my fingers just past it a number of times. Waiting until I knew she was desperately close to cumming, I took hold of it at last and massaged it as she surrendered to her orgasm.

The force behind her trashing legs was surprising and I lost my balance to topple over on the bed. Cassie rolled onto her side with her cheek on the bed and her honey blonde hair hanging across her face. She was panting for breath and trembling as the pleasure of her orgasm overwhelmed her. Laying behind her I held her body close to mine sharing in the moment. Crushing my arm in her tight grip, she held my hand to her mouth and kissed it with quivering lips. I place one soft kiss after another on her shoulders and neck until she'd calmed down and shifted onto her back to guide my lips to hers.

"I'm not sure if I ever had a real orgasm before I met you," she said with a look of admiring awe on her flushed face. "You haven't even cum yourself yet but you made me feel like this," she said squeezing her thighs together and biting her bottom lip.

"Well... no woman could make me cum before you either," I said with the world's worst poker face. Cassie burst out laughing and kissed me over and over again.

"I wish I could believe that," she said looking a little sad.

"It easy for a man to cum," I conceded. "But there's not another woman in the world would could make me hard as many times in one night that you can."

"Really?" she asked with a suspicious cast to her eyes.

"I promise it's true," I said and her eyes filled with trust.

"I believe you then. I love you so much Dickie," she said with a loving kiss. "I promise we're going to have a wonderful first Christmas together."

"I believe you and I love you too," I said kissing her back passionately.

My kiss left Cassie sprawled on the bed looking completely and utterly satisfied with everything in that moment. I should have known better than to say everything though because she wasn't satisfied that I was still sporting an unused erection. Pushing my arm away from her, she sat up and climbed to her knees looking over her shoulder as she presented her pussy to me. A simple warm touch from me on the small of her back told she didn't need to do this for me unless she wanted to. The arching of her back in response told me she did want to do it for us.

Guiding my excited cock insider her, I felt the warmth of my wife's body surround it. Holding still for a moment, I reflected on the mind blowing intimacy of her willingly and eagerly letting a piece of my body enter hers. We'd both had sex with other people before, but never again and it never held meaning like this for either of us. Placing my hands on her womanly hips, I began to make love to her from behind. Cassie started to move her hips to meet my thrusts but I held her still. This wasn't how I wanted her tonight, not when I was consumed with thoughts of how much I loved her and how special it was to make love to her.

Pulling my cock out of her, I sat back on my heels with my throbbing cock pointing towards the ceiling. Cassie turned to face me smiling as she came to sit on my cock, taking it back inside her as we shared lovers' kisses. The pace was incredibly slow as I held my wife's luscious body against mine, feeling her beautiful hard nippled breasts trapped against my chest. Her arms found their way around my neck as they so often did and I kissed her deeper as she squeezed me tight. Lifting my hips to pierce her pussy with my cock, I made love to her as we continued to kiss each other.

Lowering Cassie to the bed, I set her head down on her pillow and re-positioned my legs. Her legs were parted with her pussy just slightly upturned to accept me into her each time I brought my cock down. With my hands braced on either side of her breasts, I pumped my cock slowly and surely. Cassie's hands ran up and down my arms, then vanished to reappear on my chest where she ran her fingertips all the way up to my lips and then down to where our bodies joined in love. The urge to cum was upon me, but when I stalled she lifted her hips to keep making love to me. Surrendering to her obvious desire to feel my cum inside her, I grabbed her by the hips and thrust frantically inside her until I could resist my orgasm no longer. Stabbing deep inside her with each spurt of cum, I rolled off her when my load was spent with my cock still twitching in the air.

Cassie sat up immediately and sucked her juices from my sensitive after orgasm cock making me groan weakly. She stopped as soon as she'd cleaned me off and giggled at my relieved smile. Kissing the tip of my cock once more, she made her way up my body leaving a trail of kisses that lead to my lips. I was breathing contently with a smile that had eagerly anticipated her arrival as I opened my mouth to accept her deep kiss. Hugging her close, I kissed her with the desperation of knowing no single kiss could ever show her how much I loved her on its own. After a hundred or more, I was satisfied she at least had a idea of how deep my love for her was and released her to visit the bathroom before bed. By the time she returned, I was almost asleep but I can clearly remember her soft kiss on the forehead as she told me she loved me.

The next morning Cassie was up early for work and woke me up as she disentangled herself from my arms. I watched her walk around our bedroom naked as she picked out a clean bra and panty set, white cotton socks, and a fresh uniform before donning her robe. It was Christmas Eve but also a Saturday so I had the day off from work. Cassie had picked up a short shift from one of her friends at the hospital so she'd be free all afternoon for the kids' Christmas party. I watched her turn and waited until she reached the door before I spoke.

"Wait for me," I said making her turn around and smile.

"I thought you were going back to sleep," she said.

"Being in bed by myself is no fun," I said making her giggle. "Besides I need to go looking for last minute Christmas gifts."

"I thought you had all your shopping done?" she said. I could see she was concerned that there was someone we'd somehow forgotten to buy a present for.

"I'm just looking for one last gift for this special girl I know," I said getting up from bed to retrieve my own robe. Cassie was facing me when I turned around.

"Rick," she said with a serious look in her eyes. "Whatever you've bought for me is more than enough. Do you know how scared I am that my gifts for you won't even come close to what you have for me?"

"Oh please Cassie. I know all about the list mom gave you," I said watching her eyes bug out.

"But..." she looked heartbroken and I realized what I'd said made it sound like I knew what she'd bought me for Christmas already.

"I know she gave you a list not what's on it," I said quickly and a look of relief spread across her face. "She gave me one too."

"I hope it's half a good as the one she gave me then," Cassie said smiling.