I felt the weight of the world ease off of my shoulders.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “I know that you’re under a lot of stress, and I know that Christmas isn’t your favorite time of year. I just wish you would tell me these things. If we want this to work, we both need to communicate.”
She nodded.
“I know,” she said. “I’m just so used to being alone that I didn’t think about your thoughts or feelings. I was lost in my head, and I was completely selfish. Do you forgive me?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “Would you like to take your coat off?”
She grinned devilishly at me.
Chapter 22
Tiffany
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, slowly unbuttoning each button on my coat. I maintained eye contact with Cayden as I did this. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he saw what I’d underneath. After I’d all of the buttons undone, I opened the coat to reveal what I’d on.
Cayden’s reaction was what I’d hoped. His eyes opened wide and he let out a whistle.
“Damn,” he said, checking me out from head to toe. I’d on a Santa Girl outfit, which consisted of a red and white bra and matching panties. I’d finished the outfit off with red high heels. Even I’d to admit, I looked damn good.
“Ho, ho, ho,” I smiled, licking my lips. Cayden looked at me with hunger in his eyes. It was apparent that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I reached over and grabbed his hand.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I said, walking down the hallway to his room. Once we got in, I took control.
“Take your clothes off,” I demanded. I could tell he was surprised that I was taking the reins, but he also smiled. He liked it.
He took his shirt off first and then started to undo his belt. I saw his bulge through his khakis. He was ready to play. He took his pants off and stood in front of me.
“Take those off, too,” I said, pointing to his boxers. He did as he was told, pulling them down. They hit the floor. He was standing in front of me completely naked. I walked toward him and kissed him. My hand wandered down to his hard cock. I began to stroke it slowly as he kissed me with more passion. His hands slid down to my breasts, but I stopped him.
“No,” I said, removing his hands from my breasts. “It’s my turn to pleasure you.”
I dropped to my knees, so his cock was eye-level. I began to stroke his cock faster, watching the pre-come appear on the tip of his head. I leaned over and licked it off. He moaned and put his hand on my head.
Still holding his cock, I put it in my mouth. I began to slowly move it in and out of my mouth, picking up the rhythm as time went on. The mix of spit and pre-come filled my mouth, helping his cock to glide in and out flawlessly.
“This feels so good, Tiffany,” Cayden said. I looked up at him and winked, then pulled his cock out of my mouth and got off my knees.
“Do you want to be inside of me?” I asked him, although I already knew the answer. He nodded as I leaned over to kiss him.
“Get on the bed,” I whispered into his ear. He obeyed, walking over to the bed and laying down on his back. He watched as I began to take my bra off. As soon as the bra was undone, my tits bounced out. My nipples were already hard.
“I love your tits,” Cayden said. I cupped them with my hands and played with them for a second.
“Mmm,” I moaned, letting him know how good he made me feel. I wasted no time in sliding my panties off, leaving myself just in my heels. I reached down and cupped myself as I smiled at him.
“Tell me you’re wet,” Cayden said softly. I nodded and walked over to him.
“Find out for yourself.” I smiled and dipped my finger into my sloppy wetness before lifting it to his mouth.
He moved in and rolled his tongue around my finger. “So fucking good, Tiffany.”
While I wanted him to go down on me, tonight was for him. If I happened to come, that would be okay, but I wasn’t here for me. I was here to please him.
“Get a condom. I want to feel you inside of me.” I moved back and watched as he did it hurriedly. I chuckled at how damn cute he was.
“Come here, sexy.” He reached for me with hunger in his eyes.
I straddled him, lining up my entrance with the thick head of his cock. I pressed down and we both moaned as his dick disappeared deep inside of me. I slowly began to ride him as he reached up to play with my breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, grabbing my breasts. As he did this, I picked up my pace, fucking him with more passion. My tits bounced up and down in his hands as I began to fuck him harder.
“Play with yourself,” Cayden commanded me. I reached down and began to play with my clit. I swirled my fingers around in small circles, feeling the orgasm build up deep inside of me. The nipple play, clit action, and fucking was going to make me come quickly. I started to slow down, but Cayden looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Please don’t stop,” he said. “I need you.” Hearing this, I resumed riding him at a fast pace. His body began to tense up, and I knew he was close. He put his arms around my waist as his body began to quake with an orgasm.
“Fuck!” he screamed as his body exploded with pleasure. I continued to fuck him. I needed to find my release, too. As I rocked on him and rubbed my clit, my orgasm began. The waves radiated throughout my body until I collapsed, out of breath next to him.
“Wow,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“That was amazing,” Cayden said. “You taking control was such a turn on. You have to do that more often.”
I looked at him and smiled.
“Guess I can finally kick these off,” I said, removing my heels.
“Your outfit was fantastic,” Cayden said. “I’m definitely back in the holiday spirit now.”
“Your holiday spirit was gone?” I asked. Cayden nodded.
“Our fight kind of put me in a sour mood,” he explained. “But you dressed up like that quickly turned everything around.”
I laughed. I was glad that I’d been able to turn things around. I felt awful after our little spat this morning, especially about what I told him regarding being in a relationship. I was such a bitch, and he did not deserve that. I’d thought about it all day and worried that I’d ruined things between us. I was glad that it was just a little bump in the road. Going forward, I would try not to let Brad interfere with things between us.
Suddenly, I heard voices in the apartment. I was startled at first but realized that they were coming from the open window. They were outside. They began to sing in unison.
“Christmas carolers,” Cayden said, as if he was reading my mind. I hadn’t heard Christmas carolers since I was younger. They used to come by our house. My mom never liked them, but my dad, sister, and I loved them. We would go outside and listen to them together. It was one of my favorite holiday traditions. The year after my father died, they showed up, but neither my sister nor I could bear to go outside. They never showed up again, and Christmas music was never the same for me.
I suppose that was when Christmas took a turn for me, after my father had died. Looking back, he was the glue that held our family together. He was the bond between all of us. He kept the traditions going every year and once he was gone, no one took his place. No one even tried. Sure, my mother got remarried, but her husband didn’t try to make any traditions with us. We were grown women by the time he came around. He wasn’t there to be our father, he was there to be a husband for my mother.
I closed my eyes and listened to the carolers sing. As much as it pained me to think about the past, I felt a bit of joy in my heart listening to them. Maybe this would be the year that I could actually enjoy Christmas, especially if Cayden was in the picture. Cayden reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked over at him, expecting a smile, but was surprised to see a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him. He shook his head.
“Cayden,” I said. “You just told me that if we want things to work, we need to communicate with each other, and you are not doing that right now. Are you still upset with me?”
“No,” Cayden replied. “Everything was fine until the carolers showed up. They were Layla’s favorite thing about the holidays.”