Mia and Nicki join us just before the show is about to start.
A popular children's TV character comes on stage, followed by the city mayor. Annie and Izzy scream and shout above our heads.
When the time comes for the lights to turn on, I swear I hear the voices of my mom and dad in the crowd, up on stage, all around us, and I can't help the small tear that runs down my face. I clear it before anyone sees it, but Xander holds my hand and squeezes it tight before holding on to Annie's legs again to keep her safe on his shoulders.
The twins love all the different colored lights, and the designs that up until now were hiding in the dark as though they weren't there.
As the crowd disperses to check out the winter stalls with all the food and warm wine, we finally put the girls back on the ground.
"Are you sure you're okay to drive the truck back?" I ask Victoria.
"Yes. Don't forget, I used to drive it all the time before. I still remember the trick."
She gives me a small smile and I acknowledge it with a nod.
"Come along Isadora and Anastasia. Someone is already way past their bedtime and it's definitely not me," she says to the twins.
They each have a bag of treats they earned from the stall holders by being so freakin’ cute, and some other treats I bought them, so they don't put up a fight when it's time to go home.
We say goodbye to everyone and walk to Xander's apartment.
I'm a little tense, so the walk and chilly winter breeze help to settle my nerves. As if he can tell, Xander puts his arm around me as we walk side by side.
The moment we're inside, Xander pushes the door closed and slams his lips on mine, lifting me up so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him.
Not that I'd want to be elsewhere. I've been craving Xander all week, and now I have him all to myself. He's my candy cane, my cotton candy, my cinnamon and pumpkin spice, all in one.
I hold on to him as he claims my mouth, teasing, tasting. Kissing Xander is a sensory experience like no other.
"Take me to your bedroom," I say, and Xander lets out a throaty moan I feel all the way to my cock.
I toe my shoes off while he carries me, and latch onto his throat, sucking the patch where soft skin meets day-old scruff.
"Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you, Ash. Please tell me I can," he rasps.
"Yes, fuck yes."
He kneels on his bed, but I'm too heavy to be put down gently, so I end up bouncing on the bed on my back, bringing him down with me.
"I have a surprise for you," I whisper.
"You're my whole surprise, Ash. Like a Christmas gift, just for me."
"Then, unwrap me."
He stands up and removes his shoes, and then starts taking off his clothes. I prop myself on my elbows to watch the show, and it's beautiful. Xander's chest has a little bit of natural definition, with a trail of blonde hair leading to a long cock I can't wait to feel inside me.
I want to see what he's wearing under his slacks. Is it another pair of shiny, smooth, satin panties? My cock hardens even more at the thought, but Xander pauses when his hands pull down the zipper of his slacks.
"Show me, baby. I want to see it. I bet you look so gorgeous, soft and silky," I say.
I will continue to praise him for as long as I get to do this with him. He shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed, he should be worshipped.
Today's panties are baby blue with white polka dots. I'm not sure if it's Xander making the pattern look ten times more adorable or if I'm discovering something I never knew I was into, but I've never felt so horny in my life.
"Xander, it's my turn."
I pull my sweater off, but when I start unbuttoning my jeans, Xander puts his hands on mine and continues what I started. When the jeans come off, he gasps.
