This position has him hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
"Oh my god," I whisper, my voice strained. "Keep going. I’m so close.”
His rhythm falters slightly as he adjusts, then resumes with renewed intensity.
"I want to feel you come again," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
He slips a hand between us, his fingers finding my clit. It’s exactly what I needed.
I feel my insides clench around his cock as I come hard. I ride the wave and just when it feels likes its over, I feel it return even more intensely.
My orgasm triggers Denton’s. I feel him tense, his breath catching as he follows me over the edge. His entire body shudders against mine. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to his broad shoulders as he pulses inside me.
"Damn that was good. I must have been a very good girl this year."
He chuckles, rolling over and pulling me against his chest.
I nestle into the crook of his arm, my head resting on his shoulder. We lie there for a few minutes, our breathingsynchronizing in the quiet morning. The first hint of dawn is just beginning to filter through the curtains.
"Do you think she'll like her presents?" I ask, thinking of all the carefully wrapped packages under the tree with Tabby's name on them.
Denton's fingers draw circles on my bare shoulder. "Are you kidding? She's going to lose her mind over that art kit you got her. And the bicycle... I'm pretty sure we're going to spend the entire day outside while she rides it up and down the sidewalk."
I smile, picturing Tabby's face when she sees the shiny purple bike with streamers. And what will she think about my other present for her? The one Denton doesn’t even know about yet…
We climb out of bed and freshen up in the bathroom before heading out to the kitchen to make coffee.
I'm about to pour my first cup when I hear the telltale sound of Tabby's bedroom door flying open, followed by the rapid patter of bare feet racing down the hallway.
"Santa came! Santa came!" Tabby's voice rings through the apartment.
She skids into the living room, her Christmas-themed pajamas rumpled from sleep, hair sticking up in all directions. She freezes, her eyes growing impossibly wide as she spots the purple bicycle with silver streamers parked proudly beside the tree. For a split second, she's completely still—then she erupts.
"A BIKE!" she shrieks, jumping up and down with such force I'm sure the neighbors can hear her. "A PURPLE BIKE! WITH STREAMERS! DADDY! HOLLY! LOOK! SANTA BROUGHT ME A BIKE!"
Her joy is so pure, so unfiltered that my throat tightens. I glance at Denton, who's watching her with a soft smile that melts my heart all over again.
"Wow, Tabby Cat!" Denton says, kneeling down to her level. "Santa must think you've been really good this year."
She nods vigorously as she runs to the bike. Her small hands reverently touch the handlebars, the seat, the shiny bell. "Can I ride it? Can I ride it right now? Please, Daddy?"
Denton chuckles, ruffling her already messy hair. "Not inside the apartment, Tabby Cat. We have to wait until we go outside later."
"But Daddy..." Her lower lip juts out in a pout that would melt even the sternest heart.
"Tell you what," he says, crouching beside her. "We can set it up and adjust the seat height to make sure it fits you perfectly. That way it'll be all ready for when we go outside after breakfast."
She considers this compromise, her small face scrunched in thought. I can see the disappointment battling with the practical solution he's offering.
"Can I at least ring the bell?" she asks hopefully.
"Absolutely," Denton says.
Tabby's fingers immediately find the shiny silver bell, and she gives it an enthusiastic ping that echoes through the apartment. And she does it again. And again.
Her gaze then darts to the pile of wrapped presents under the tree.
"Look at all the other presents!" she gasps, disappointment forgotten as she dives toward the colorful packages. "There's so many!"
