An hour and a half later, tired and exhausted from work, she trudges up the stairs with the bags of groceries to her tiny apartment, admiring the wreath on her door. She pauses momentarily before inserting the key into the lock, smiling to herself. Entering directly into the living room, she can hear the sounds from the kitchen. The wonderful smell fills her nose and walking past the beautifully set table she grabs a sugar cookie with a chocolate kiss in the center and pops it into her mouth.
Leaning against the door frame she watches her man at the stove. He fluidly moves, shifting his weight from side to side as he reaches to the shelf of spices, adding something to the steaming pot. He hums along quietly to the Christmas music on the radio and she sees the muscles tense in his back when he realizes she’s there. He relaxes, resting the spoon on the edge of the pan; the smell of the bubbling sauce makes her stomach growl. Wiping his hands on the Christmas towel, he turns to her with a smile.
“So, do all your friends think I’m a douche?” Chris laughs as she steps into his open arms.
She shakes her head, laughing at him. “No, not all of them. Nancy thinks you’re a dick, hiding a secret family in New Jersey or something.”
“Oh, that’s great. Just great.” He kisses the tip of her rosy red nose, cold from the winter night. “We agree to keep things private, because you don’t want to be in the press, and I’m totally fine with that, but now all your friends think your boyfriend is an ass, and they probably secretly talk about you behind your back, wondering if it’s time to stage an intervention.”
“Well, they might want to after today’s performance when they find out you’re my secret boyfriend! That didn’t help your cause any… What was that about?”
Chuckling, grabbing her ass, he says, “What? You didn’t like my naughty Santa?”
“You were such an ass…,” she giggles when he jumps at her cold hands tucked inside his shirt collar.
“I couldn’t help it. Once you walked into the kids’ game room, I wanted to get your attention. I really thought you knew it was me, but you were so focused on the kids… It was amazing to see you work, babe. And then I figured you didn’t want Chani to know we knew each other so I kept up the act, you just followed my lead.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Like always.” Laughing, Janelle runs her hands over his jaw, scratching at his beard. “I really had no idea it was you; I couldn’t figure out how Santa knew the kids’ names? Cuz I talk about them all the time, right?” She smiles, when he nods his head. “I felt like such an idiot when you came in the work room. I don’t expect to see my superhero boyfriend at my place of work, but I’m so glad that-”
Chris places his hands on her face, delicately holding her while he tries to quiet her chatter. He leans in for a kiss, slow and gentle at first, caressing her lips, reuniting his mouth to hers. “Stop talking,” he whispers in puffs of air against her mouth, charging in with more kisses, each one with more urgency than the one before beginning to warm her up.
She can taste the chocolate on his lips. “How many of those cookies did you eat?” she giggles, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth as they kiss.
“They’re my favorite. I think I’ve had about five. We’ve got to get rid of them,” he chuckles.
“I’m sure your kids in New Jersey will like them,” she teases poking him in the ribs. His laughter fills the room.
As her hands run down his tight chest to the waist of his pants, settling on his hips, his hands unbutton the front of her heavy wool coat. Reaching inside he places his warm hands on her breasts, cupping her and giving a needing squeeze. “You feel so good,” he whispers. “I missed you too! I wanted to surprise you at work.”
He slides the coat down her shoulders and it drops to the floor as their mouths continue to comfort each other and get reacquainted. His hands grasp her forearms, lifting her up on her toes. She runs her tongue against his pouty bottom lip and feels him shiver at the contact. His kisses make her ready for more.
“I love the feel of your lips on mine,” he says quietly, his nose brushing against hers, still red and cold from the Boston winter air, pushing her against the counter. Turning the heat down on the stove, he slides the pot off the burner. Sliding his lips across her jaw, he captures her tiny earlobe between his lips, taking a quick nip. “You need to warm up. I’m stuffed on cookies; can we eat later?”
Tilting her head back, Janelle opens her neck up for his sweet caresses, enjoying his affections. Chris glides his lips along her neck, pulling back on the collar of her shirt. “Mmm… I love when you smell like the hospital,” he chuckles, biting and kissing at the crook of her neck. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Bending to wrap his arms behind her knees, he lifts her over his shoulder and slaps her ass. She reaches for a piece of the toasted garlic bread on the counter and takes a quick bite. Walking towards the hallway, he pauses next to the table and blows out the candles. “No,” Janelle laughs, reading his mind. “It’s already set nicely; and I could use a shower after work.”
He starts moving down the hall again, turning to enter the bathroom carefully without banging her into the door and sets her gently down on the edge of the tub. He starts the water for her, turning it up high, just like she likes. He kisses the top of her head, handing her a towel and rising to exit the room. She blows him a kiss, and he pauses at the door. “I could put the Santa suit back on? It’s in the car.”
Untangling herself from her scrub top, she pulls it over her head and stands before him in her boring work bra. She drops it to the floor laughing at him. “Sorry, babe. No Christmas kink here.”
Chris leans his head against the door, smiling at her. “So you don’t want me to tie you up with the Christmas lights I got?”
He chuckles at the candy cane panties she’s wearing when she stands up straight from removing her work pants. “‘Santa: I can explain.’” He reads aloud. “That’s not kink at all,” he laughs.
Janelle bends over in laughter, grasping her sides. “Chani got them for me; I think they’re funny. No I don’t have Christmas kink. I was kidding all week about the Christmas lights, honey.”
Chris laughs at the somewhat shocked look on her face. “Hell, I wasn’t. I went to all the trouble of driving around when I wasn’t working to find the little ones that wouldn’t burn you.” Watching with a grin, he admires as she removes her clothes for the shower, catching her bra when she tosses it in his face.
Pulling her hair loose from her braid and stepping naked into the shower, she laughs, “You’re a sick weirdo sometimes, you know that?”
A gut busting laugh echoes through the room. “But I’m yours and you love it. Lights?”
“Lights,” she agrees as she pulls the curtain closed, her laughter echoing against the tiles as he closes the door to the room.
Hours later, Chris wipes the spaghetti sauce from her chin, playfully teasing her about her ravenous hungers. “You really should eat more than lettuce and wraps and fast food when I’m gone, baby girl. You gotta keep your energy up for when I’m home.” Winking at her the implied energy he’s talking about, he uses the garlic bread to wipe up the last drops of sauce on his plate and savors the rich flavor as he chews slowly. “Carbs. Damn I miss carbs,” he chuckles.
Admiring his washboard abs, she laughs, “Oh, honey but you look so fucking good when you stay away from them. It’s not fair. I eat right. I work out all the time. You give up carbs for three weeks and look like a god. Besides, you’re a better cook than I. Why should I bother? I’ll just freeze the leftovers and I’ll have food for awhile when you’re gone. I’ll miss you, but some of your Italian lovin’ will still be right here with me.”
She giggles when he tosses his napkin at her playfully, and points to her plate. She nods that she’s finished and he leans over, setting the two plates on the floor beside the bed. “Don’t you think you need to learn to cook?” he asks quietly rising up on his knees and crawling to her. “Who’s gonna cook for our kids when I’m away working?”
“Kids? Christopher, don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself? There are no kids till there is a wedding, there is no wedding till there is a ring and you know we said-”
His lips reach hers in time to shut her up. “You talk too much, sassy girl,” he chuckles quietly, wrapping his hands in her hair, tilting her laughing face to his. “What do I need to do to shut you up?”
“Impossible,” she laughs as she raises up on her knees as well, their kisses crashing against one another. She tugs on the back of his hair, starting to grow back out, glad it will be longer by the time they take their Disney cruise at the end of January. That should have been her clue about Santa’s true identity at the hospital, but she was still in work mode at the time and was focused on her job. “So, uh, where are those lights? Maybe I should tie you up instead…” she taunts as she pushes him over backwards on the bed, landing solidly on top of him.
His leg rises up, creating a space for her to nestle her legs between his. Wrapping his leg over the back of hers, he holds her tight to him. “Oh, really? That could be fun. Later… Ladies first.” His eyes gleam in the lights of the tree in the corner of their room. Kissing again, he pulls her hair, grabbing her closer to him as his mouth becomes more aggressive. He begins to rock under her, moving and rolling her, his cock stiffening for round two. She’s already slippery against him, her unfinished needs waiting to be cared for this time around.
“They’re in the gift bag beside the bed,” he tells her. Chris rocks her forward just a bit more and she reaches out with her hand to pick up the little red bag covered in snowflakes.
Lifting the bag over the edge of the bed she sits up, moving to straddle him, teasing her waiting cunt against his hard cock. He raises his head and pulls a pillow to him, bunching it up and resting back, smiling as she traces her finger over one of the glittered snowflakes. Her hesitancy shows when she bites her lip nervously. “Baby girl, it’s just some Christmas lights. We can always try it another time; I don’t wanna do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
Rocking forward again, she grinds herself against him, giggling softly. “Oh, no, honey, it’s not that… I want to, believe me, I want to… I’m just trying to figure out the best way to do it.”
He laughs, his arms dropping back against the bed as he bucks her up again, his eyes watching closely as she peers into the bag, looking for the end of the strand. “Where’s the light switch?” She asks pulling at the string of lights.
“In the box; pull carefully and the cord shouldn’t tangle,” he advises, his smile growing.
Continuing to pull the lights out, she rests them delicately on the bed next to his outstretched leg. She pauses, reaching the box at the bottom of the bag. Flipping the switch, the lights don’t come on. Cocking her head at him, she asks, “You didn’t test they work? And really. How are you gonna wrap me with these?”
“Of course I tested to see if they work; I’m not an idiot,” he laughs. “Check the batteries didn’t get knocked loose.”
Opening the box, her jaw slowly drops, her hands beginning to shake. He takes the battery box from her, grinning at the tears forming in her eyes. Shaking the sparkling diamond ring from the box into his hand, he sets the box on the bed and pushes himself to a seated position. Taking her left hand in his, he chokes back his own tears. “I think from this point forward, we do everything together.”
Salty tears of joy roll down her cheeks. “You’re proposing while we’re naked, you ass.” She whispers and laughs, wiping away her tears with her other hand. “It’s so us.”
He leans into her caress as she sweeps the tears from his face as well, chuckling. Moving to slide the ring onto her slender finger, he continues his declaration of forever. “You are my light, and cheer me up when I’m at my lowest.” Chris pushes the ring into place, raising her hand to his lips, tenderly kissing the back of her hand. “Honey, I wanna be tied to you forever, starting tonight with these Christmas lights. Whatdya say, baby girl?”
Through tears and laughter, Janelle nods her head, whispering ‘yes’ again and again.
The couple sit together, kissing and caressing with tenderness and love as the heat rebuilds from before. Chris extracts batteries he’d hidden in his pillow case and the lights quickly glow to life. Holding her hand in his, he wraps the lights around their wrists, binding them together.
“Hey,” she giggles. “Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?”
He laughs loudly and raucously, the sound vibrating against her body and jostling her to a different sitting position, his cock right at the entrance to her sweet hole. With his free hand, he lifts under her ass and moves her towards him, gliding her onto his rod, willing and waiting. Her wet welcomes him in and she breathes a sigh of relief as she whispers ‘yes’ one more time. He shifts again, cradling her in his lap and she folds her legs tightly behind him. Taking the string of lights she wraps them around his back, leaning to the Tolle quote tat and lapping it with her tongue as she rocks against him, sliding him deeper into her sweet hole.
“Fuck, I missed this. I miss us,” he sighs, leaning his head back as he enjoys the attention she gives along his collarbone, a shiver down his spine when she runs her tongue up the pulsing vein, landing to kiss and nibble at his ear. Commandeering the sparkling white lights, he takes them from her, and laces them across her back, winding them down her arm as well.
“That tickles,” she giggles at the delicate touch of his fingertips, ensuring the bulbs are not too hot against her skin. Yet his thrusts in and out of her plush inner walls become more forceful, claiming what is his.
He raises his legs, planting his feet firmly on the bed, changing the angle he pistons into her, bouncing her full breasts against his chest. He strings the lights over and around his leg before dropping the pile of glowing white bulbs on the bed next to them. Grasping her rib cage on either side he forces her back and extracts himself from deep inside. She whines her dislike of the situation but playfully laughs when he propels her onto her back on the oversized bed, landing on top of her since they are loosely tied together by the Christmas lights. “That’s better,” she praises, opening her legs for him.
Resting up on his knees, holding his weight off her, he grips their tied hands above her head. “Can’t escape now,” he growls, his breath hot against her neck as his lips graze over her skin, finally stopping to capture one of her taut peaks between his plump lips.
“Don’t want to,” she replies bucking her mound against his pelvis, needing his sex back inside her. She moans in frustration, the sound low and animalistic in the room. His mouth wrecks havoc on her nerve endings and quiet whimpers escape from her lips. “Please, Christopher, baby… oh,” she pauses as her breathing heightens, her body reacting beyond her control as he moves from one sweet nipple, sliding his nose down the valley between her breasts and circling his tongue around the other. “Baby, I need you. I need you to fuck me. Please. Don’t make me wait any more.”
He hums against her breast, his tongue flickering against the tight pink bud, ignoring her request. Her free hand clenches his hair and she tries to raise him up as she bucks against him, her dripping wet need escaping between her legs. She longs to be connected to him, to stretch for him and to let him fill her in every way possible. The light cord dangling at her side catches her attention and she gives it a harsh tug, collapsing him to her with an exhaled “oomph.”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “Did you need something?” he gladly asks, taking the cord from her, as she places her leg in the crook of his elbow, smiling when he tangles the strand around her thigh. He tosses the cord to the other side of the bed before driving his pulsing cock into his favorite Christmas present.
His force crushes the air from her body and she struggles to right her breathing. “I need you,” she chants between belaboured breaths. “God, yes, harder,” she encourages him as he drives her into the bed..
The tangled lights limit the range of movement, but she opens her legs wider, allowing him to sink closer to her. The wiring around his leg shifts, creating additional friction against her swollen outer lips, an unfamiliar sensation as her crest builds. With her free hand she pulls the light strand, adding to the tension.
He can feel the change as her walls begin to tighten, each plunge deeper in and she constricts around him as he pulls out, teasing her rim and brushing against her taint with the velvety head of his cock.. She’s yanking the light strand tight enough to dig into his skin. Tilting his head up he locks his dark eyes on her face. Her eyes are closed, her dark lashes against her flushed freckled skin. Her beauty calms and excites him at the same time. A few more intrusions into her luscious center and he senses she is right on the edge of tipping over. “Baby girl, look at me.” Fluttering open, her eyes flash dark. “Beautiful baby girl; all mine. Let go, let go.”
At his command, she squeezes around his shaft, dragging him to the brink. The orgasm rolls through her body and as she comes she cries his name quietly, whispering words of love. Her body shudders against him and her grip on the light cord loosens.
He continues his rhythm as she mewls and settles, keeping her legs open for him. Hitting against her inner walls, he tightens, feeling his quake rise up from his toes. Squeezing her hand tightly that is tied to his he whispers, “I’m yours,” as he spills his love into her.
Hours later, the lights lay tangled at their feet, her cat batting at the cord hanging over the edge of the bed. She asks with true concern in her voice. “What the hell are we gonna tell people when they ask us our engagement story?”
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