After we get dried off, my woman disappears into the closet. I’m tempted to follow her, but she’s back quickly with a Christmas gift bag in her hands. She shoves it at me while glancing up at me before her eyes dart away, her uncertainty is clear to see.
I look into the bag and tug out the tissue paper before pulling out something plush and covered in a pattern of reindeer and ornaments. When it unfurls, I’m able to see that it’s a fuzzy onesie. I can’t say I’ve ever worn anything like it before.
When I look at my woman, she’s holding a matching one while gnawing on her bottom lip. “I thought,” her voice is hesitant, “matching pajamas would be fun?”
“No panties,” I insist when I eye the one-piece pajamas I’m holding in my hand. I can see how much she wants this by the excitement in her eyes. “I want easy access to you,” my voice is husky while my cock twitches and considers hardening for our woman.
She eyes me and challenges, “Then you have to go commando too.”
“I’m fine with that.”
I grin at her as I pull the pajamas on. I’m not entirely sure they’re going to fit. When I pull the arms up and the shoulders are in place, it does tug a little in the crotch, and the legs are a little short.
But Dove is practically vibrating with excitement as she finishes zipping up her onesie. I reach for the tab of her zipper and tug it down until her tits are almost spilling out. She gasps and slaps at my hand, but she doesn’t zip it back up.
I’ll take it as a win.
Her eyes rake over me before she stares right at where my dick is making a very obvious attempt to get some attention. The way her eyes widen is fucking adorable. She darts her gaze up to my eyes and then back down.
“Uh,” she breathes out, “maybe going commando isn’t such a good idea.”
The longer she stares at it, the harder my cock gets. Everything in me screams to bury myself deep inside of her.
When I take a step forward, she takes one back. But there’s no fear in her eyes.
Just as I’m about to reach for her, the timer on the oven goes off and I let out a deep sigh of disappointment. The giggle that comes out of my woman makes me grin.
“Saved by the bell,la mia pace. This time.”
Dove chuckles when I grab her hand and pull her out of our room behind me. I love the sound. It fills me with a sense of joy that is unparalleled.
She watches me closely as I pull the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and then drown them in frosting. If you’re going to do it, go all out. As she licks her lips and rubs her hands together, I can’t help but tease her.
“I think we should wait for them to cool a little bit more,” I muse.
Dove’s eyes sharpen as her gaze snaps to me. “Nope,” she pops the p. “I’m not waiting. The only question is whether you’re serving me or if I’m serving myself. I’m good either way.”
The way she pushes back is sexy as fuck. And it tells me she’s going to be able to be my queen while also standing on her own.
It only takes me a few moments before I’m able to place one hot, gooey cinnamon roll in front of her. She claps her hands together and I smile so wide my cheeks ache slightly.
We eat in silence for the most part. But it’s not awkward. It’s gentle and there’s something almost sweet about it. Or maybe that’s just because of our matching pajamas. I thought I would feel ridiculous when I first saw it, but it’s growing on me.
Or maybe that’s just because of the way she keeps looking at me with sparkling eyes and amusement dancing on her lips. I’ve shown her I’ll do anything for her.
Even wearing this ridiculous thing.
She looks at me as she licks some frosting off her finger, which does not help the situation I have going on with my cock at all. “Can we take some pictures?”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, but I shouldn’t really be surprised. This feels like a test. I’m determined to pass it.
“You want to take some cute holiday pictures in our matching jammies?” I can’t help but tease her.
I’m rewarded when a sweet blush covers her cheeks. “It is our first Christmas,” she points out without looking at me.
I lean over and kiss her temple. “I’d love to take some cute Christmas photos with you. We can do it in front of the tree and surrounded by your presents.” My voice drops an octave and I ask, “Can we do some naughty ones?”
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “If you’re good.”
