This is the last morning I make coffee for us,”  Cathy jumped out of bed. 

“What are you doing, Baby?”  I was confused.

“I’m getting out of bed so you can’t tickle me and I tinkle in the bed and – oh shit!” She ran to the bathroom and shut the door.

When she came out, she was smiling.

“Success?”  I teased her.

“Yes, Mr. Smarty Pants.  Are you ready for your coffee?”  Cathy had a gleam in her eyes.

“Yes, please, and I want to tell you, you look beautiful,”  I winked at her.

Cathy backed up to the side of the bed and bent over.  I patted her butt cheeks. Cathy cooed and headed for the in-room coffee.

“Hey, Baby – would you like room service this morning?  I can call now and order.”  I had the house phone in my hand.

Cathy came back to bed with our coffee.  We went through the ritual of holding the coffee for each other.

“You are so sweet, Baby, but no.  I’d like to see other people having a good time on New Year's Eve.  I don’t know how to explain it, Sweetheart.  I guess I’m goofy,”  Cathy sipped her coffee.

“No, Kitten.  You’re not goofy.  In your own way, you're counting your blessings and wanting to share them with others without saying anything.  Like last night, you were trying to tell her how lucky she is.”  I leaned over, and we kissed.

"Thank you for being so understanding,” we continued, sipping our coffee and talking about what we wanted to do before the party tonight.

“Carl, do you think we should change our checkout to late out tomorrow?  We could get home and get ready for our first day of work.  I’m not sure what all we have to do, so you have to direct me,”  Cathy was thinking about how she would be accepted.

“I would like to enjoy the beginning of the New Year with you and our new life.  I would like us to be around people dancing, yelling, and celebrating.  You deserve that.  Besides, you will fit in with the group and will be an integral part of it,” I held her.

“I would love that, Carl, but I don’t want to be selfish.  You have been wonderful to me.  Your love is everything to me.”

“Wonderful.  Let’s dress and take that walk in the park.  It’s gonna be cold, and Jack Frost will be nipping at your nose, so dress warm,” I tweaked her nose.

Cathy rubbed her nose and giggled.  “That tickled.”

We dressed for the weather.  Even though we were bundled up, the clerks at the front desk said, “Happy New Year, Mr. and Mrs. Eichols.  We hope you are enjoying your stay,” with all the warmth you could wish for.

Theodore opened the door for us, his nose and cheeks red from the weather.  He looked like Santa Claus’s brother or cousin.

“When you return, please stop in the Docking Bar.  There is music and hot chocolate with marshmallows.  You can choose from the original or the “it’s very cold out”, which has a little more “warmth”, shall I say. He smiled and waved to us.

State Park was still decked for the Holidays.  Trees had ornaments and ribbons, and there were signs along the path: “Santa was here,” “Reindeer food” with small buckets, and, of course, “You Better Watch Out.”  I looked at Cathy, and all I could see were her two eyes peeking out of her fur-lined hood.

“Are you in there?”  I asked, acting like I was searching through the fur.

“Yes, I am. I’m loving this, but I’m staying in here until we get to the high-octane hot chocolate,” she sniffed.

The lake was solid enough for skaters, but they had a crew standing by if needed.  It appears they thought of everything. 

We walked a bit farther, and Cathy stopped.

“Carl, I don’t want you to think I’m – oh, I don’t know.  I’m having a wonderful time, and I wanted to stay for the party so badly when I saw the poster, but I didn’t want to push it. One day, I hope I can give back to you what you have given me.” She stuck her lips out so we could kiss.

“Kitten, you already have, you’re wearing my ring.  That’s the greatest gift you could give me,” we kissed again, then Cathy went back into her little den.

We returned to The Swan, and trusty Theodore was at his post.  He greeted us with a smile and a wink.  We walked down the hall to where we danced the night before.  Two servers were handing out the thick, hot warmth.

“Good afternoon, folks.  It appears you have been out enjoying our park.  Hot chocolate?” he asked.

Cathy spoke right up, “Yes, please, two cups.  The high octane, if you please, and can I have an extra marshmallow?”  Cathy was doing the warm-up dance.

“Yes, Ma’am.  Two high octane – one with an extra marshmallow coming right up.”  His warm smile and happy attitude warmed our hearts.

Once in our bridal suite, Cathy put down the cup of chocolate and threw her coat at me.

“First dibs on the potty,” and the door closed.

I was removing my coat and heavy sweater when she emerged from the bathroom, naked.

“Get naked and get in here and warm my butt up.  It looked blue in the mirror. Brrrrr,” she shivered, jumped into bed, then disappeared under the covers.  I had never seen a bump in the covers shiver before.

I finished undressing and crawled into bed next to my shivering bride.  She rolled on her side, back up to me, and put her cold little butt on my warm stomach.  After the initial shock, I reached over her and grabbed her tit.

“Honey, your nipple is hard,” I pinched it.

“Don’t do that, it might snap off,” she warned.  “Well, maybe gently just to help it warm up,” she wiggles her butt against me.

After a minute or so, Cathy rolled over, and we kissed.

“Are you warmer?” I asked.

“Yes, are you getting warm – oh my goodness.  You are getting warmer, aren’t you?” She was squeezing my half-hard cock and disappeared under the covers.

Cathy was lying across my body, holding my cock.  The next thing I knew, she was massaging my balls, holding my growing cock, and licking the head.

“Mmmm, my marshmallows and candy cane.  I love the holidays.  The nice thing about my marshmallows and candy cane is they are sugar-free, and well, most of the time fat-free,” she giggled and swallowed my cock.  

I reached for her waist and pulled it up to my face.  She spread her legs and lowered her pussy onto my tongue.  I slid my tongue into her warm, wet pussy and teased her tight butt with my finger.

From under the covers, I heard, “Oh, Santa, I have been such a bad girl,” and then her lips slid down my cock again.

I enjoyed her licking and sucking my cock, I continued to suck her pussy lips and flick them with my tongue.  Occasionally, I would lick her tight butt, and Cathy would groan with pleasure.

I reached under the covers and fondled her tits.  I squeezed them, then rolled her hard nipples between my fingers.  Cathy would whimper and push her pussy against my lips. 

When she did, I slid my tongue into her pussy and licked under her pubic bone.  She would ride my tongue as her pussy got wetter.

Cathy’s body told me she was ready to cum.  She was squirming and moaning with desire.  She was riding my tongue and pushing her pussy lips into my mouth. 

I grabbed her hips, as Cathy let out a long, low moan, her pussy juice started to flow into my mouth.  That’s when I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.

“Oh my God!” came a loud moan from under the covers.  Cathy’s pussy shot a long, warm stream of cum in my mouth and down my chin.

I held her hip while I sucked her clit and pushed on her tight butt with my finger.  Cathy’s hand came out from under the covers.  She tried to push my finger into her tight butt as her pussy covered me with more cum.

Cathy emerged from under the covers.  She was sweating and panting, but still held my cock.

“Put it in me.  I want your cock in me, baby.  Make me your woman, your bride,”  Cathy moaned, her voice filled with lust.

She lay on her back. I crawled on top of her and slid my cock into her wet pussy.  Cathy groaned with lust as my cock filled her soaking wet pussy.  I started pumping her, but lost control.

I grabbed Cathy’s tits and started sucking them.  I slammed my cock into her pussy, Cathy was moaning, “A-huh, a-huh, a-huh, oh yes,” she was running her fingers down my spine.

Cathy wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.  She shoved her hips up to meet my thrusting cock.  She was groaning and whining when the first load of hot cum shot deep into her pussy,

“Oooh, yes,” she moaned as another load of hot cum bathed the inside of her pussy. 

I slammed in and out of Cathy, my balls were slapping her ass cheeks as my cock emptied my balls into her. Cathy’s body stiffened and released one last squirt of cum.  My last drop of cum dripped from my cock into the pool of cum in her pussy.  We were exhausted.

“I want to feel your body on me, baby.  I want to feel my boobs on your chest.  Don’t let him leave me, yet,”  Cathy begged.

I stayed inside of her as long as I could, but his strength was gone, and he slipped from her.  Cathy pouted for a moment.  Our lips met and softly pressed together. Cathy was whimpering as we kissed.

I rolled off Cathy, and she cuddled next to me.  She tucked her face into my neck, she rested her arm across my chest, and her breathing was still labored.  She quietly sobbed as she crawled as close to me as possible.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?  Why are you crying?”  I wrapped her in my arms.

“I have never been loved until you, Carl.  I didn’t know love until you.  You make love to me with your words, with your actions, and when we are naked, in bed together, I feel like I am melting into you. 

I feel like you wrap yourself around me, and I feel every movement, every touch you do to me.  I am so, so happy,”  Cathy put her head on my chest and sighed.

“I didn’t know love until yours, Kitten.  I cherish every second with you.”  She looked up, and we kissed.

“I know we should get ready for dinner, but I just want to lie here with you a little longer, Carl. This may sound silly, but this was the last time we’ll make love this year, and I want to cherish it a little longer. Do you mind?” Her voice was soft and loving.

“I don’t want this moment to end.  I want to remember our love tonight for the rest of my life,”  I squeezed her again.

“I need to freshen up, but I don’t want to,”  I squeezed Cathy again.

“You don’t have to say it, Kitten.  I know what you are saying, and I love you for it.  I feel the same way about the love that came from deep inside of you.” We lay there wishing and dreaming.

“You ready?” she asked, looking up at me.

“No, but we have to.  In a few hours, we start our first full year together.  Oh, and you can have first dibs in the bathroom,” I chuckled.

We kissed, and Cathy got out of bed.  She stuck her butt out, and I patted her butt cheeks.  She looked at me with loving eyes, then went to take care of girl business.  I walked out to the balcony.  Funny, but it felt like the world was getting ready for what I don’t know.  Maybe I was getting ready for my new life in a new year. 

Cathy came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.  She kissed the back of my neck, then pushed her head under my right arm.

“This is the side I’m supposed to be on, my side, right?”  She squeezed me.

“I want you to be by my side forever, Kitten,”  I said, kissing the top of her head.

“Carl, what were you thinking about just now.  When I was in the bedroom, I watched you stare at the lake.”  Cathy was standing in front of me, still holding my waist.

“I don’t know, Kitten.  I had a funny feeling that it looked like the world was waiting for something, I don’t know what.  Or am I waiting for the change in my life with you in the new year?  Our love is a week old tonight.” Even my voice was reminiscing.

“I thought about that in the shower.  I missed you.  I can’t believe we’re married, celebrating our first-week anniversary, and our first New Year.  But, Carl, I can’t help but think about the girls.  I’m so lucky, and they’re struggling,”  Cathy’s voice was more than sad.

“Cathy, maybe after we get settled at work, we can come up with something to help your friends – the ones that were nice to you,”  she pressed her head against my chest and sighed heavily.

“I’m better now.  I’m going to get dressed and hopefully WOW you!”  Cathy chuckled and skipped into the bedroom.

“Do you want a beverage, baby?”  I asked her.

“Yes, please.  Can I have a gin and tonic?”  she was as excited as a schoolgirl going to her first prom.

I made her drink and got a beer for myself.  I took her drink to her; she was just pulling up her panties.  She looked over her shoulder and giggled.

“Well, I can’t be bent over like this forever,” then she wiggled her butt.

I gave her butt cheeks a good little swat.  She turned around, kissed me, and patted my cock.

To be continued