Tangle of Tinsel

“And this is mine.”

“Yes, it is.” Buttoning up her pants, I pull her to my side and run my hand up and down her back as I nuzzle her neck. The silence between us is peaceful.

“What now?” she asks huskily.

“Now I take you out there to meet my friends, and we learn how to be us.”

“What about Laurene?”

“I think she’ll learn a thing or two about how assuming makes an ass out of people.”

ROMY

Caleb stands on the porch with his arms full of gift bags, looking like the Ghost of Christmas Present. I rub my eyes to make sure I’m not seeing things before I open it.

“What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t think I’d let my lady spend Christmas alone, did you?”

“But La—”

“Is at the airport waiting for her flight and knows not to contact me again. Christmas Eve was hell without you. You should’ve been there for the night before Christmas pizza and the white elephant gift-giving.”

Rising on my tiptoes, I cup his face because I can. I capture his lips, pull him in out of the cold, and suck on his tongue. He kicks the door shut and drops the gifts on the floor. Gripping my thighs, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his hips. Turning, he props me up against the door. Click. The lock turns

“Gotta keep you safe.” If his words melted me any more, I’d become a puddle on the ground at his feet.

I slip my fingers into his thick, black hair and tug. The shiny, soft strands are a magnet for my greedy fingers. I want to feel every inch of him. I scrape my nails across his scalp, and he purrs like a giant jungle cat. Biting my bottom lip, he requests entrance. A river forms in my underwear as I yield. He pins me to the door, pressing his thick cock against my belly. I roll my hips in search of more friction. He groans, burying his face into my neck.

“You’re so damn tempting.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I blurt.

He grips my jaw tight as he stares down into my eyes. “Be sure, because I won’t stop until I’ve claimed every inch of your body.”

“Please.”

Lifting me higher, he sucks on my pulse point as he slowly walks us toward the stairs. Releasing my skin with a pop, he flicks his tongue against the sensitized flesh.

“You’ve turned me into a possessive man. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” His words ignite a flame in my belly. “I need you to know it, too.” He grips my ass and rocks up. “I’m going to make you beg me to split your pussy wide with my cock, baby.”

I’m a throbbing, wet mess, and he’s hardly touched me.

“Is that what you want? To be my good girl and take my cock?”

“Yes,” I croak. He’s a magician, and I’m hypnotized.

“You can have all of that and more. But not until I say.”

My heart pounds in my chest. Carrying me up the stairs like I weigh nothing, he makes my toes curl in my slippers. He moves into my room, lowers me to the bed, and removes my slippers and fuzzy, coffee-print bottoms.

“There’s that smell I love.” Bending down, he inhales. “Spread those long legs for me.”

I open them wide.

“Very nice,” he says, giving me the praise I’m suddenly starving for. He pushes my wet panties against my clit. “Look at that swollen clit.”

The pressure makes me wiggle.