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He thrust into me even harder.
I gripped the sheets, getting ready for the rest of the ride.
But then he pulled out.
What? "James?" I turned around. He was still standing there with a massive erection. Staring at me like he was analyzing something. "Did I do something wrong?"
"What? No." He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the edge of the bed. He gently kissed my lips. "I just don't want to look back on this and regret not making love to you on our first Christmas together. Because I love you, Penny. With everything that I am. I loved your present, but..."
"Make love to me, James." He was scorching hot. And had the most brilliant mind. But he was kind and sweet too. And in that moment, I loved that side of him. I wanted to make love with him too. I had never been in love with someone during Christmas. I wanted to savor this moment forever.
He kissed me again and entered me slowly. Almost painfully slowly. I spread my thighs wider.
His kisses trailed down the side of my neck as he unhooked my corset. He peeled it off and kissed down the front of my chest and my right breast.
"James," I cried as his tongue slowly circled my n****e.
"I love you." He kissed between my breasts. "I love you." He kissed my other breast.
I hitched my legs around his waist.
He groaned.
I grabbed his face and brought his lips back to mine.
He started to move his hips faster. Making me climb higher and higher. I buried my fingers in his hair, not knowing how else to show him how much I loved this.
He groaned again and I exploded into a million pieces. I felt his warmth spread into me again and again.
With all the Christmas cards and Christmas presents I had gotten in my entire life, nothing made my heart feel warmer than this gift. His love.
"James," I panted.
He smiled down and me and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Penny."
"I need to tell you something important. Wherever you are...that's home to me. You're home to me."
His smile grew. "You saw my note to Santa."
"Yes. But it doesn't make what I said any less true. I was actually thinking that exact same thing last night when we were ice skating. New York feels like home to me. And it's because of you. I love you so much."
He slowly pulled out of me. "That truly was all that I wanted."
"I know. But I got you a few other things too." I climbed off the bed and started taking off the rest of my costume so I could put on pajamas.
"You can keep the garter on," James said. "I might want a second round."
I turned toward him. His hair was mussed up in that just-after-s*x way. He had pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms with pictures of Santa hats all over them that I had set out for him last night. He looked adorable and sexy at the same time. How could I say no to that? I grabbed one of my silky robes and tied it around my waist.
"Deal," I said. "As long as round two is underneath the tree."
He smiled. "Deal."
I grabbed his hand. "Let's go see what Santa brought us!"
He laughed as I pulled him toward the hall.
When I stepped out of our bedroom I froze. There was garland on the staircase. And little red twinkle lights. I took a few steps down so that could see into the living room. There were decorations everywhere. And not just random Christmassy things thrown around. They were very elaborate decorations. I slowly walked down the stairs as if I was in a trance. The Christmas tree had more ornaments and it even possessed a tree skirt now. More garland hung around the room and it looked like it had been sprinkled with the snow falling outside. There was even fake snow in front of the fireplace with boot prints to make it look like Santa had come down the chimney. Which was impossible. Because our fireplace was electric and we had no chimney.
There was no music. But Believe by Josh Groban started playing in my head. It was like I had just stepped into a fairytale. A perfect Christmas fairytale. How had James done all this? He must have been up all night. I was supposed to be Santa. But James had completely outdone me. Our once scarcely decorated apartment was now officially a Christmas wonderland. I turned toward him. "Oh my God."
"I know. Santa must have stopped in our apartment for quite awhile."
I laughed. "James, this is the best present anyone has ever gotten me. Thank you."
"I didn't do it."
I hit his arm playfully. "Show me everything." I couldn't help but twirl around. The Christmas music was still playing in my head.
He looked around like he was examining everything too. "It wasn't me, Penny."
"Of course it was you. Who else would it be?"
"I'm telling you, it must have been Santa." He pointed to the fireplace. "Look, he even left boot prints."
I smiled at him. "He also left us a red tablecloth on the dining room table. And gold placemats. He has an eye for interior design."
James shrugged. "I guess he does."
"James, just admit that you did this. I know it was you. And I love it so much. Here I thought you were a Grinch and then you did all this. It's magical in here."
"It wasn't me," he insisted.
I laughed. "I wonder what he left in our stockings," I said. I grabbed them off the hooks and handed him his.
"Huh," James said. "It appears he did leave us gifts." He lifted out the bags of his favorite chocolates. He pressed his lips together.
"Oh my God," I said. "My favorite chocolates." I pulled out the bag of chocolate that I had put in my own stocking.
"Did you do this?" he asked.
"No. Did you?" I gestured to the completely transformed apartment.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "No," he said defensively.
I knew he was lying. And I was pretty sure he knew I was lying. But we both stayed silent. We both wanted to give each other the magic of Christmas. That was the sweetest gift anyone had ever given me.
"This really wasn't you?" he asked and gestured to the stocking.
"No," I lied. "And it wasn't you?"
"Nope."
"So either a crazy Christmas lover broke into our apartment, or Santa Claus is real." Saying it out loud sounded insane. But what if it really hadn't been James? What if Santa did exist? I shook the thought away.
"Both those options sound crazy." But I saw his eyes gravitate toward his stocking again.
Suddenly I realized that it didn't just look like Christmas. It smelled like Christmas too. "What's that smell?"
James shrugged. "I have no idea. It smells kind of like spaghetti."
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