Thank you, Christmas

“I really did. Thank you so much, Jami. I have never had a day like this. You made it special. You made it magical.” I tell him leaning over the console to kiss him.

“I’m glad, Angel. I want every day to be special for us, sweet girl. Now kiss your man one more time and let’s go get our tree.” he will never have to ask me for that twice.Holy crap. I am exhausted. Who the hell knew, picking out a tree, bringing it home and decorating it could be so tiring? I can’t even lift my arms. Sometime after we got the tree home, we ate lunch, and both went upstairs to change into house clothes since neither of us could contain our excitement. Now here we are, standing in front of this tree...our tree...admiring the hard, yet fun and satisfying fruits of our labor. “What do you think, Angel? Is it perfect?” his arm comes around my shoulder and I lean in, giving in to my need to always be near him or touching him in some way.

“It’s more than perfect. It’s our first tree.” I sigh letting myself sink into this new revelation.

“That it is, Angel. You look tired. We have had a busy day. How about we go and nap and then I wake you up with my mouth. How does that sound?” his mouth reaches mine and I melt into him, following his lead as his mouth demonstrates what his body wants to do to me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I jump as he lifts me by my ass and my legs find security around his waist. I don’t feel us ascend the stairs, or even note when we make it into the bedroom. I am lost in the sensual duality of our mouths and our hearts speaking to one another. “Jesus, baby. We have to stop.” he says. I moan, chasing his mouth as he tries to step back from me. He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Seems I woke up this tight pussy, huh, baby.” he has no idea. “Come on, Angel.” he takes off my plaid shirt leaving me in a tank and my jeans. I turn around facing the bed and an idea hit me.

“Jami can we...maybe...decorate the bedroom with Christmas lights?” I know it probably sounds juvenile, but I always wanted to go to bed and wake up to Christmas in my room. Glancing at his face trying to gauge what he is thinking, I smile when I see the glint in his eyes.

“Anything you want, Angel. I told you that. You wait here and figure out where you want them. I am going to run back downstairs and grab the leftover strings we have.” he bounds out the room, so happy. Does all love feel so warm? I turn slightly taking in the room picturing where I want the lights. “Alright baby, where do you want them?”

“I want to tape some to the windows and the rest on the headboard.”

“Sounds perfect. Shall we?” hell yes.Chapter 8Jamison

There is something to be said for being able to lay down with your woman, staring at a blank wall trying to picture the right amount of decoration to put on it. Just being side by side, laughing and talking feels natural and fills me with more love and warmth than a 90-degree day pouring concrete. Nonetheless, here we are, laying here on the bed, Christmas lights on top of us as we picture how to frame the wall with the lights. I can’t help but look at her, taking in the light of her face as she smiles and shrouds the room in her shine. “You’re beautiful. Do you know that?” I ask her, grabbing her hand in mine, refusing to remove my eyes from hers. She turns back to me and smiles before sticking her tongue out. Her playful side has been in full effect today and I couldn’t be happier. However, every time I tell her she is beautiful she dodges the comment, and I am just about to say so to her when she puts her finger in my mouth and stops me.

“Thank you, Jamison. For everything. I have felt more friendship and security and love in these two days than I have in my whole life. Thank you.” she says before kissing me and laying on my chest. Pulling her further into my arms, I kiss her hair and smile when I hear the even breaths leaving her, knowing she has fallen asleep. My chest expands, the knowledge that she feels at home in my arms. Never loved naps before right now.“Fuck.” This is either the best wet dream ever, or I am seriously cumming in my fucking boxers. My hands reach down toward my dick and land on a head full of hair. Oh shit. I look down and see my Angel’s hair bobbing up and down with her head as she tries her hardest to fit at least half of me in her mouth. “Shit, Ana.” I growl, trying my damndest not to push my hips into her throat. Her mouth slips off with a pop.