“We’re putting all those on the tree?” Matt surveyed the containers of ornaments strewn around his living room.
“There is a right way and a wrong way to decorate a tree,” I instructed, handing him a tray of small, glittering silver, glass, and white ornaments.
“Also, I used dark green pipe cleaners to hang ornaments, not those crappy wires.” I handed him a baggy. “Put them close to the branches.”
The tree was really coming together.
“Okay, now the icicles,” I said, taking the top off yet another box of glittering glass icicle ornaments. “These go on the ends of the tree, and then we add the silver picks to make it look a little snowy.” While Matt hung the icicle, I stuck the silver picks in the tree, fluffing the silvery fronds out.
“Drumroll please for the final touch,” I said, holding aloft a large silver star.
Matt fixed it up on top of the tree and plugged it into the end of the strand of lights’ plug.
I turned off the lights and sighed. “We make a really good Christmas tree.”
Matt kissed me. “You still have ornaments left. Do you need any more on the tree?” he asked, shooing Kringle away from the duffle bag. “There are some little wood cats and a St. Bernard. We should add that. Kringle has been feeling a little low lately because I won’t let him drink out of the Christmas tree bucket.”
Then he held up a familiar purple box.
Shit.
“Am I supposed to put this on the tree too?” Matt asked, holding up the box of condoms.
“Oh my god, my family is the worst,” I muttered and snatched the box out of his hand.
“For reference,” Matt said with a smirk, “these are too small for me.”
“I wouldn't know,” I grumbled, “You didn't exactly whip it out last time.”
His smirk grew. “I don't remember you complaining.”
I blushed and looked down. My pussy ached with memories of the delicious orgasm that had cascaded through me.
When I glanced back at him, his eyes were hungry, just as they had been last time. And then a naughty little idea lit through me.
“You know,” I said, “It's getting close to Christmas. I can think of one present that I'd like to have.” And I let my gaze drop down to his groin.
Yes, it was cheesy, but hey, it was Christmastime. This was the one time of the year when you could get away with cheesy.
In answer, Matt stepped right into my space and pulled me into a kiss.
The touch of his lips felt electric against my own. I opened up to his touch immediately, my arms rising to twine around his neck and my fingers diving into his silky hair again.
He gripped my hips hard, his hands sliding up to cup both of my breasts, his thumbs moving over my nipples.
I let out a shaky little breath against his mouth.
“It's not polite to give you your present early,” he said. “Not really in the Christmas spirit.”
“Well, what if I asked nicely?” I said. His hands were doing delicious things to my breasts, and I could feel myself getting wetter all over again.
He smiled. “Well, maybe just a taste of what's to come…”
I did not have much time to think about what he meant by that, though I really should have when he coaxed me to sit down in front of the tree.
With a little push, he leaned me down, crawling over me as he resumed our kiss.
I loved the feeling of his body over mine, the casual strength in his arms as he bracketed me. His hips fell between my legs, and I could feel evidence of that promised erection pressing against the front of his pants.
