"I think I could fuck you all day," I told her as she panted and whimpered against my mouth. She let out a cry when she came, and I drew out her pleasure, loving that I was the one who made her come undone. She was soft and loose in my arms, and I trailed kisses over her face and chest.
"I still want to cook something for you," she said, wrinkling her nose as I kissed it softly. "I have nightmares about those cookie abominations you made."
"Let's take Milo on a walk," I said after we showered, "and we can order something when we come back. I can tell he's anxious." Milo was doing his little wiggle.
"I guess I need to go grab something to wear from downstairs," she said then covered a yawn with her hand.
"Wait, I have the perfect thing," I said, going to the closet and pulling out the boxes that had been delivered yesterday.
"Oooh!" Chloe exclaimed. "You shouldn't have bought this for me, it's too much."
"They were on your Pinterest," I explained as she opened the boxes. I had bought her a long-sleeved sweater dress and very nice lingerie that, while it wasn't the velvet Christmas-themed stuff, was lacy and white and very sexy.
"I know, and they're so expensive." Chloe seemed almost reverent as she put on the lingerie. "It's so soft; it's like a kitten. Feel it," she ordered, and I reached out and caressed the breast encased in the lacy bra. It was soft.
"And it's exactly my size." I could see the light pink of her nipple against the white fabric. I just wanted to rip it off of her. "Don’t even think about it," she warned, wagging a finger. "This is the nicest underwear I have ever owned." Then she corrected herself, "Worn."
"It's yours. I bought it for you," I said.
"I don't like handouts." She made a face. "I work hard."
"I know you do," I said, "but really, if you think about it, I bought the lingerie more for me than for you."
She pursed her lips.
"I'm not patronizing you," I said. "I wanted to do something nice for you. Christmas spirit and all that."
"I suppose I'll accept your gifts," she said dramatically and put on the sweater dress. It hugged her curves, and the deep V showed off a slight amount of cleavage. I gave her the next box.
"More?" she said. She opened it and yelled, "Boots!"
After tugging the knee-high dark-brown leather riding boots on, Chloe posed.
"You'll have to take my picture," she said then fussed with her hair in the mirror. "I should have brought some makeup."
"You look great," I told her, snapping a few pictures.
"You're just saying that," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. But she really did look good. The eyeliner from last night was a little smudged, and she looked radiant.
"You look very New York City," I told her as she inspected the photos.
"Let me borrow a coat," she said. "It looks like it's snowing."
She started rummaging through my closet.
"I have something better," I told her and pulled out the last parcel. It was a huge white box, and I whipped off the lid and held up a voluminous fur coat.
"Ta da!" I said.
Chloe screamed and sank to the floor. Milo ran up to sniff the coat.
"It's so beautiful!" Chloe said, wiping away a tear. "I can't accept that."
I wrapped the coat around her shoulders.
"No, take it back, it’s too expensive," she told me.
"I already took the tags off, and if you don't take it, Milo will use it as a bed."
