"You're voluntarily watching Christmas shows?" I asked with a laugh.
He turned to grin at me. "I have to keep the chef happy."
The frittatas didn't take long to cook, and I arranged a piece of the egg dish on plates with sausage, potatoes, and fruit. Jack wolfed down the food as Milo looked on longingly.
"Can he have some salmon?"
Milo whined as Jack pretended to glare at him.
"I guess so."
Milo snapped up the fish from my fingers.
"You didn't even chew it," I admonished the dog.
"This is so much better than the chef-prepared meals," Jack said with a sigh. He leaned back against me. On TV, Rudolf was prancing around in the snow, singing a song with Frosty the Snowman.
"I love these old Christmas shows," I said. Jack Frost appeared on the screen in puppet form. I laughed, clapping my hands. "That's you!" Jack made a face, and I kissed him. "You need some Christmas cheer in your life."
"I have you," he replied, his hand moving up under the T-shirt.
"We just need to decorate your penthouse," I said. "You need a tree and garlands. Oh, that reminds me, I forgot your present."
"You're supposed to wait for Christmas to give presents," Jack said, smiling up at me. "Besides, I already have my present from you."
He pulled me to straddle him on the couch. I took off my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. He combed his hands through my hair then let his hands drift to my hips to pull my shorts down.
"I guess it's good you're already shirtless," I gasped and arched over him, running my hands down his muscular chest and his arms.
"I want you," he murmured.
Rudolph was still chirping away in the background. I tried to ignore it and concentrate on Jack. His fingers eased between my legs, stroking me.
"I want to feel you," I told him. I wanted to reach for his cock, but it was all I could do not to tumble down on top of him. The sensations from his mouth and his hands were disrupting any chance my brain had of forming a coherent thought.
Jack eased down his boxer briefs, and I felt his cock hard and warm against my thigh. I ground against him. I heard him fumble a condom on, then he eased me up, then pushed inside of me. I rode him, his cock running against my clit every time he thrust into me. I spread my legs, wanting to take all of him.
The pleasure was so much. Jack was basically holding me up now, his large hands pressed into my hips, his fingers digging into my ass. He was controlling the rhythm, and I was along for the ride.
My back was arched, and my head tipped back to expel moans and cries whenever he thrust into me. He was keeping me right on the edge.
"Faster," I said, my voice low and throaty. "I need to feel you."
His movements became more erratic, and he was practically jackhammering into me. My teeth were vibrating. My whole body clenched, then there was release.
"Fuck, Chloe," Jack said as he came.
I lay sprawled on top of him, panting.
"Merry Christmas!" Rudolph shrieked on the TV.
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"Sex with you is amazing. I think I could fuck you all day," I said, kissing her sloppily on her neck then sucking on her bottom lip.
"I hope Milo wasn't scared," she said.
