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Authors: Vicki Keener

Tags: #Romance, #Love, #Contemporary

    Christmas carols played in the background at low volume while almost for an hour they pleasured each other with their lips and tongues.  As if on cue, the song, All I Want For Christmas Is You began to play.  Cray echoed the words as he penetrated her.  The music disappeared as they lost themselves in the magic happening between them and as the song ended they reached a simultaneous orgasm.

    In the afterglow, as she rested in his arms, her hand flat on his chest, she said,

Can it get any better than this?

    His hand caressed her cheek in a loving stroke and ended on her breast. 

I never dreamed it could be this good, honey, and I suspect it can get better.  It's more than making love, so much more.

   

Yes, there's an emotional connection with us that I can't describe.

  She took his hand and placed it over her heart. 

It's in here.  It's here when I look at you, when we laugh together, when we talk.  Everything we do when we're together, we're real.  You're a part of me and when we celebrate our love by joining our bodies, my heart soars to the heavens.

   

I understand.  You express it so much better than I could, but your words resonate in me and I recognize the truth of them.

   

Why did it happen so fast?  Did fate intervene the night we met?  What force made me laugh and catch your attention from across the room?

   

I trust your questions are rhetorical because I have no answers.  I'm grateful to whatever caused us to meet.

    Angelica leaned on her elbow and gazed in his eyes. 

Cray, I want to tell you something and I'm not sure how you'll react.

   

You can tell me anything, honey.

   

It's about us having or adopting children when we're married.

   

I told you my thoughts on that and I meant every word.

   

This will sound so selfish on my part.  I don't want anything or anyone to interfere with the bond I have with you.  Your love is enough for me.  Are you appalled?

   

No.  I didn't give it a thought, but now that you mention it, I agree with you.

   

When we're married, I'd like for you to support me so I can use my salary to help children in need and I want to do it in a personal way.

   

How, honey, and of course, I'll support you.

   

I don't mean glorifying my name with good deeds.  I want to contact people who are aware of needy children.  Ministers, doctors, educators, all sorts of workers who are involved with those who can use a hand.  I want to donate my money, remain anonymous and yet help children.

   

You needn't wait until we're married.  Start gathering information.  May I join you in this effort?  The company supports charitable events, but I do very little personally.  Darling, we can make hundreds of kid's lives better.  I love the idea and applaud you.

   

Cray, I'm under the impression that every man wants a son to carry on his name when he's gone.  I am willing to give you a child.  I'm not too old to have at least one child.

   

Thank you for saying that, but my ego doesn't demand I have a child to further my name.  My three brothers can do that.  We can share our love with dozens or hundreds of children.  At some point, we may not want to remain anonymous if we can provide a greater impact.  You lead and I'll follow wherever you want to go with this endeavor.

   

It's prudent to arrange for a legal foundation, so the dollars are tax deductible, but for now I'd rather do it on a smaller scale.

   

That's fine with me.  Honey, you don't need to keep your teaching position.  You worked so hard for your education and I'm not encouraging you to quit, but I do want you to understand it's not necessary if it turns out that you'd rather devote your time to charity.

   

We're making monumental decisions, Cray, after meeting mere days ago.  Are we foolish for doing this?

   

My love for you is true and it's good.  Of that, I have no doubt.  I made a lot of snap business decisions and the majority are successful.  Those decisions are made with my head and my gut.  My love for you combines my head and my heart.  Every instinct, emotion and feeling tells me you're meant to be my life partner.  We are not a mistake.

    Angelica stood, took his hand and said,

Come to bed with me and show me again the ultimate expression of our love.

    He grinned, stood, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. 

Tell me what you want.

   

I want you to kiss me, touch me, nurse at my breasts and when your hand discovers my readiness, I want you to enter me, stroke in me, throb in me and take me to the place that only you can.

    As she talked, he did her bidding and when she became slick and warm for him, he entered her.  They reached ecstasy together and cried the others' name at the same time.

    Each afternoon, she arrived at his place in time to prepare dinner for the two of them.  He offered to take her out to dinner, but she preferred to cook for him and spend the evening alone with him.  They spent their evenings after dinner talking and getting to know each other better.  She marveled at the subjects they covered and how often their views matched.

    She found their mutual satisfaction in bed mind-boggling and every time they reached a new plateau of enjoyment she assumed they'd reached the pinnacle, but the next time they made love they surpassed the pleasure of the previous encounter.  There were no boundaries they didn't breach and no surface they wouldn't use when the need arose.

    In the midst of a serious discussion, they'd pause, gaze at each other and forget everything else, but pleasuring the other.  Angel quickly learned that it thrilled Cray to disrobe her when she wore one of her many peignoirs.  She made a trip to her apartment and packed a suitcase full of them, pleased that her taste in lingerie finally was appreciated by the man in her life.

    He came home to her in the evening, bringing a bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift for under the tree and on the twenty-third of December after they'd eaten, he said,

Honey, tomorrow we leave for White Plains.  There are gifts for you under the tree that are best opened with just the two of us present.  May we celebrate a private Christmas tonight?

    She laughed and her eyes sparkled. 

Are they X rated, sexual in nature, kinky?  What's in those packages?

   

Nothing pornographic, I assure you, but they are personal.  I prefer the gifts be for our eyes alone.

   

Will the gifts lead to sex?

   

I certainly hope so since we haven't missed a morning or night since you moved in with me.

   

The thought of what those boxes contain is making me hot.

  She removed her sweater and bra, straddled his lap and kissed him. 

Could you go for a quickie, sailor boy?  I'll make it worth your while.

   

My God, Angel.  Get naked.

  She slid off his lap and shrugged off her slacks and panties while he tore his clothes off and reached for her. 

   

Good grief,

she said, gazing at his lap. 

What caused that?

   

You.  Babe, I need to be in you when you're ready to take me.

    On her knees, straddling his legs, she said,

Watch this.

  Her hand grasped his erection, rubbing it against her opening.

    His eyes didn't leave her actions and he hardened further.  He moaned. 

You're killing me.  I'm so hard it hurts.

    In one long, slow, glide she impaled herself on him and then rose and lowered moving faster with each stroke until he grasped her waist and pushed into her as far as he could go and released. 

Stay with me,

she whispered, reaching and finding her release.

    He held her tight against him and said,

I'm sorry.  I didn't wait for you.  I'm so sorry, honey.

   

Hey, babe, did you feel me come?

   

Of course.

   

Then what's the problem?  You got carried away and that's what I wanted.

   

I could have left you high and dry.

   

Not a chance.  You see to my needs in the most creative ways.

   

We are good together.

   

You just figuring that out, sexy?

   

No, I thought it worth repeating.

   

While you get ready to repeat the act, I'll open my presents.  There are some for you under there, too.

   

It won't take long once you model for me.

    She flung herself across his lap with her arms around his neck and said,

Let's spend the whole evening and half the night fucking.  What do you say?  Tomorrow we'll be at your parents and we should behave with some decorum.

  

    He nuzzled below her ear and said,

You come up with the best ideas.

   

I do, don't I?  Will it bother you if I stay naked to open my presents?  Since you mentioned me modeling, I assume there are clothes.

    He laughed. 

Why would it ever occur to you that your nudity bothers me except in the very best way?

    Fifteen minutes later she sat on the floor in the midst of wrapping paper, bows, open boxes and tissue paper, sorting through the myriad of packages containing dressing gowns, lingerie, filmy negligees, exquisite robes and satin night gowns with plunging necklines.  She picked up a short black chiffon top, stood, put it on, stood, bent over with her back to him and said,

This surely has a bottom, but I can't find it.

    He moved behind her, slid his arm around her waist and said,

Hold that pose and don't bother trying to find the bottoms.  I want you.

  He walked her to the back of the sofa and bent her over the back rest.  With slow, deliberate moves, he entered her. 

Am I hurting you?

   

No.  Cray, harder,

she said panting with desire.

    He plunged, retreated and plunged again.

   

Cray, I...I...oooh.

  She collapsed against the sofa, spent from release and he came hard and fast.  They stayed locked together until their breathing slowed.

    He turned her in his arms and said,

I couldn't resist.  Are you okay?

   

I'm so okay.  Can we do that again?  Often?

   

Yeah, but we'll do it in bed.  If we're going to make a night of this, expect a repeat performance later.

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