The Best Present

I didn’t want to get out of bed and face Christmas morning alone. I chided my internal clock that had me awake and staring at the blue numbers on the alarm clock at the crack of dawn. With a loud sigh, I tossed the warm covers to the side and sat up, my feet searching for my fuzzy slippers. The thought of a hot cup of coffee pushed me forward. Opening the door, I was met with red and pink rose petals littering the hallway. Excitement swept through me and I couldn’t contain the childlike squeal that escaped and echoed through the house. Taylor was home!

My body screamed at me to run and fling myself into his awaiting arms, but my mind suppressed that urge as I took slow steps along the colorful path toward the living room. I drew closer, met with the rich aroma of coffee assaulting my nose. That man certainly knew how to make my holiday brighter. I rounded the corner to see the seven-foot artificial tree twinkling in white and purple, the fireplace glowing, and my beloved waiting for me to join him. Blankets covered the floor in front of the fireplace where he sat with fresh muffins and two cups of coffee.

His brown hair had that rumpled look, which only made him more appealing as he sat with the most mischievous smile adorning his handsome face. Those dark eyes held mine. I moved toward him, my fingers itching to delve into his silky locks, pull him close and fuse my mouth to his.

“You sneak,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of him.

He reached for the coffee and handed me my cup. I took a noisy sip and set it back down because at that moment, more than anything else in this world, I needed to be in his arms. I launched myself at him like a rocket, sending us tumbling backward onto the floor. Oh those arms were heaven, strong, warm, inviting—the perfect place to be. Taylor laughed, his heated breath washing over my cheek sending a shiver up my spine. I raised up to look down at him, my eyes locked on his red lips before I leaned in for that kiss. Desire raced through me, and what I expected to be a sweet hello in an instant turned to hunger as my tongue plunging into his mouth, stroking, searching, and plundering every inch. Coffee lingered in his mouth. The cheater. My body caught fire. I ground against his hard body, hating the barriers that kept my skin from his.

Taylor broke the kiss and stilled my hips. “I’ve got a present for you.”

“The presents can wait. I want you now,” I whispered, doing my best to wiggle out of his grip.

“You do?” he asked, his eyes dancing.

I playfully smacked his chest for teasing me. Taylor pushed me back and then grabbed the gift bag sitting beside the coffee. I loved the deep purple bag with silver ornaments all over it and now my curiosity was piqued, I took the bag, expecting to find something new like a sexy teddie, or some major bling, but to my shock, that bag held something old. I pulled out the remote controlled, vibrating thong.

“Put them on,” Taylor ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

Just the thought of being at his mercy made me wet. I stood and slid out of cotton underwear, kicked them away and slid the thong up my legs, making sure the device landed on my sweet spot. The second it was in place, Taylor hit the remote sending a delightful tremor through my body.

“This brings back memories,” I said, smiling sweetly at him.

Taylor laughed. “I thought it might.”

I pranced around, raising the hem of my nightgown, hoping to tease him a little bit. He hit the remote again, the vibration stronger this time, which brought me to my knees.

“Now Angel, I want you to get back over here in front of the fire.”

If I played my cards right, it wouldn’t be long before he discarded the toy and gave me what I really wanted. I sauntered over to the blankets and sat down. Taylor hit the remote again, holding it longer sending me right to the brink of release. Waves of pleasure washed through me, my body trembling in anticipation. The threshold was so close I could almost taste it. He waited two seconds before hitting it again.

“Lay back. Let me watch,” he said.

I did as he asked, wanting nothing more than to please the man I loved. The next vibration had me on my back, throbbing and thrashing on the blanket. I managed to catch my breath as the sensations slowed, only to have the vibrator go off again. I lost it then.

“Taylor, please,” I begged, needing that climax. Needing him. A steady vibration hit, my body tensed as I flew past the pinnacle, my cries echoing in the room and my body struggling to keep up with the demands of the vibrator.

“Merry Christmas.”

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