She flitted about the room, checking battery packs, making sure everything was plugged in. And one by one, the strands flared to life, glittering and twinkling about the house.
“Wow...” I breathed, taking it all in. Once again, Liv had turned this place into something special—something magical.
“Wait a second,” she said. Then she went to the light switches by the front door, flicking them all off so the twinkle lights were the only source illuminating the room.
“Wow...” I breathed, taking her in. Seeing the lights reflected on her face, battling with her smile to be the brightest thing in the room.
“I know, isn’t it special?” she asked.
I went to her, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “You are, Liv,” I said. “I don’t know how you always manage to show me that life can get ever better.”
Her smile softened, and she stepped closer, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “So the decorations are growing on you?”
I chuckled, running my hands down her waist. “I suppose you could say that.”
Her gaze flicked from my eyes to my lips, and soon she was kissing me. Intoxicating me. Enveloping all of my senses.
Her touch was everything and more.
“Come here,” I breathed. I linked my fingers with hers, guiding her back to the kitchen island. From there, you could see all the living room and get the strongest scent of her simmer pot.
It was a sight to behold–the trinkets, the light, the tree lit up and waiting for Maya to put her favorite ornaments on the branches.
“I want you to see all of this... while you see what you do to me.”I helped her out of her pants and guided her onto the island, hard marble meeting her soft flesh.
Her smile mixed with her heated gaze sent blood rushing to my cock. It strained against my pants, but this moment wasn’t about me–it was all for her.
I helped her out of her top until she was naked save for her red headband. Then I kissed my way down her soft shoulders, her tits, her stomach. I lowered myself between her thighs, multicolored lights dancing over the pale skin.
“Fletch,” she breathed, raking her fingers through my hair as I started making her feel good. Licking, sucking, blowing, and adding fingers until she was writhing on the countertop, her walls crushing around my fingers, her voice crying out.
When her orgasm faded, I had just enough time to wipe my face on my shirt before she was tugging it over my head, begging me to get closer to her, to fill her in a way my fingers could not.
I wanted her just as much, relished in her touch, the way her fingers clung to my shoulders, how she reached down with eagerhands to guide my cock inside her. The warmth of her pussy, already slick and pliant with desire.
“God, you feel good,” I moaned against her ear.
Her breath came in bursts as she rolled her hips on the countertop to create the friction we both desperately needed.
“Lay back,” I told her.
And she knew to follow my commands, trusted me to make her feel good.
Her legs wrapped around my hips as she followed my directions–brown hair splaying over white marble, breasts full and heavy.
I pumped into her, pleased to see her body ripple with the movement. She used to be insecure about her curves, but damn she turned me on more than she’d ever know.
I built up a rhythm, driving into her and then drawing back while I tweaked her nipples, rubbed her clit, and dug my fingers into her full hips.
Her noises, her sounds, the way she clenched around me—it was overwhelming. It took all I had to wait until I could feel the start of her orgasm. Hear her gasp out, “I’m coming! Fletcher, I’m coming!”
Her words were gasoline to my fire, drawing every drop out of me until I was spent. Sated. Flushed with her warmth, bathed in her glow.
I took her in, seeing the faint smile on her lips.
“Good?” I asked her.
“Amazing,” she replied. She bit down on her bottom lip. “New Christmas tradition?”
