Merry Christmas Hug Novels & Stories

We both laugh but then he said something really touching, "You know...this's all I want for Christmas...I want you!" "I know, sweetie...I'm thinking' that same thing." I watched him lustfully admiring my dick and rub his hand over my taught abs. In its glory, the cock was swollen and bobbing inches from his face. He quickly returned to caressing and stroking the fruit of his manly desires. Even though we'd been together forever, and every aspect of my body was vividly pictured in his head, he loved to hold me...touch me...and lick me. Celebrating every inch...every vein, he rode my dick with his mouth, over and over and over. I felt the head pulsing and pushing at his throat, "Uhhhh...uhhhh.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Now I’m wrapped in a robe, cradling a mug of hot coffee, chasing away the cold when I hear footsteps approaching. Hunter appears, freshly bathed, dressed in a red sweater and black joggers. He looks so warm. Real. A smile spreads on his gorgeous face the moment he sees me. Like he’s been searching the whole house for me. I smile back, happiness blooming so easily in my chest and stomach. And then we drift toward each other without thinking. “Merry Christmas,” he says, leaning in to kiss my lips. That's when it hits me. It is really Christmas. Our first Christmas together. The thought fills me with more joy than I can hold and possibly imagine.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

My excitement was palpable as I rushed to the door to greet them with wide arms. "Hello! Merry Christmas!" I exclaimed, as I hugged my grandparents, Julie and Alfred, tightly. Max, my uncle, chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Hey, kiddo! Long time no see!" Jenny, my auntie, and Patric, her twin, exchanged warm hugs with me as well, while Simon, Jenny's husband, helped the twins, Alex and Brenda, out of their coats before they rushed towards me in an embrace. I hugged them back and kissed their cheeks playfully.

Hugo took my other hand from his brother and leaned forward to kiss my lips. It was a short kiss, "of course we're happy, princess. So happy because of you and our babies." I let out a sigh and pulled myself out of their grips. "I have another gift for you, make sure you laugh and smile." I glared. "Are you expecting us to squeal and jump like a teenage girl excited for her new bag?" Hunter's voice doesn't sound sarcastic but it does sound like it for me. But even before I could blaze at him Hugo already punched his brother on the arm.

Almost like I should have been doing this all along. And as soon as I said it, his face lit up. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with utmost warmth. And then he gave me the biggest, most genuine grin I had ever seen. I felt like my heart got stuck in my throat. "The hug now." I blurted and then added quickly, "I mean, now that I've fulfilled your request, can I hug you? I mean, this can be my new year's gift." What is wrong with me today, why was I going so crazy just for a damn hug?

Now tell me why the fuck it feels as if I'm about to the exact same thing? And there she was, in her red all in one pyjama, while I’m here in a white pyjama covered in ‘winnie the pooh’ and yes you heard me right ‘winnie the pooh.’ My face lit up like the night sky with the dancing stars when she came my way. “Hey, Merry late Christmas,” she said with a smile and hugged me. “Merry Christmas, love,” I replied, tightening my hold on her. “What's wrong?” she asked.

I think I might cry with tears of joy. With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart "Lovely..." He sang. "Never ever change..." "I won't," I answered. He crinkled his nose to me. "Merry Christmas, love," he said. "The best Christmast for me..." Zach hugged me tightly "It's a tie, love," he answered, I laughed. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it?

(blushing emoji) Brandon: Merry Christmas beautiful! Can't wait to see you again! Me: Merry Christmas! I can't wait to see you again! We need hang out sometime soon! Brandon: SOON! PLEASE! (heart emoji) Harrison: Where have you been baby? I miss you so damn much! Merry Christmas! I hope you got everything you wanted this year! I definitely got everything I wanted and more. Me: Sorry, I've been busy, I miss you too! Merry Christmas! I got more than I ever thought I wanted! I hope you are having a good day.