“That was Siena.” I’d just agreed with everything she showed me.
Giovanni stood at the top of the ladder and added the ornaments on the branches.
Siena decorated the bottom part of the tree because she wasn’t allowed to use the ladder at all. “It’s already looking so beautiful.”
I attached the ornaments to the hooks before I handed them to her, letting her choose where they went. I found it more entertaining to watch Siena walk around anyway, especially when her back was turned to me and her ass looked incredible.
It took us several hours to get the tree completely decorated, especially since Siena and Giovanni wanted it to be perfect.
The entryway into the house was so large that it actually looked better with the Christmas tree as the focal point. It filled the space nicely, like it should be there all the time. When it was completed, Siena stepped back to admire the twinkling lights and the shiny ornaments. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her handiwork.
Instead of looking at the tree, I looked at her. I watched the glow in her eyes, the way her happiness shone brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree. Little things like this made her the happiest, not the expensive cars in my garage or the designer suits in my closet. She cared about the little things in life, moments she would remember forever.
She poked her head out of the bathroom, hiding most of her body from view. “Thanks for shopping with me today.”
I sat up in bed, naked under the sheets and ready for sex. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
“You had fun and you know it.” She continued to keep her body out of my line of sight. “I got something for you today. Picked it up when you were paying for the ornaments.”
“An early Christmas gift?”
“You could say that.” She stepped out in red lingerie—a push-up bra, a thong, and red stockings to match. Her pregnant belly was unobstructed, round and sexy like the clothing she wore. To top it off, she wore a Santa hat.
All the air left my lungs, and I lost my ability to speak. It was so unexpected, and that made it a million times better. My cock had already been hard because I knew sex was coming, but now he was so thick it hurt. My balls tightened like they wanted to release my seed already. “Fuck, I love Christmas.”
She crawled onto the bed then moved on top of me, her pregnant belly beautiful. When she sat on my lap, she removed the Santa hat and placed it on my head instead.
I was too aroused to care about anything sitting on my head. My hands gripped her hips, and I felt the lacy lingerie against my fingertips. Her tits were getting bigger and bigger every day, and now they spilled over her bra. When she ground against me, I could feel the slit in her panties that led directly to her pussy.
I moaned.
She raised herself so she could slide down my length. Slowly, she moved until every inch of my dick was deep inside her—exactly where it belonged. She wiggled her hips and got comfortable on my lap, as if she was adjusting my dick to exactly where she wanted it to be. Her hands planted against my chest, and she slowly started to move up and down, her sexy belly moving with her.
Fuck, this was hot.
My hands cupped her stomach as I felt her lift herself up and drag down again. She sheathed me with all of her arousal, all of her cream. I felt it coat my dick everywhere, making me so slick and wet.
Her pussy was amazing.
She gripped my wrists for balance and tilted her head back, moaning as she enjoyed how hard I got for her. I knew she could feel my dick, feel how much it thickened just for her. She was the only woman who could get me this hard, who could make me so thick I might rip in half.
She kept her movements slow, taking her time as she enjoyed me. She did all the work, her pussy grabbing my dick and holding on with possession. Her green eyes were as beautiful as the ornaments downstairs, and they glowed with a special warmth. She tilted her body forward and arched her back differently, dragging her pussy down my length as her mouth moved to mine.
Fuck, I wanted to come so bad.
She was so wet for me.
Wetter than she’d ever been.
My hands palmed her tits, but that just made it worse. It made me want to come harder, come deeper.
She gripped my shoulders and rested her forehead against mine as her hips continued to do their magical work. “I love you…” Her nails dug into me as she confessed her deepest feelings.