Seasons Greetings
It's been one of those days. Your car broke down four blocks away from home, and of course it's raining. By the time you get to your door, your hair is plastered to your head. You shakily place your key in the lock. You step inside and find it dark but wonderfully warm. "Hello Love!" You turn and smile at Adam through the tangle of your hair. "You're soaked! It must be really pouring down out there. I didn't even hear you pull up."
"Yeah, well that would be because I didn't." He looks at you quizzically. "Car's parked about four blocks up. It just died on me."
"Oh Love. You walked?" You give him a look that makes him thankful you're restraining yourself from all the sarcastic comments you're thinking about in reply. "Poor Love." He walks forward and plants a kiss on your forehead. His arms come around you, squeezing you in a hug. Your clothing makes a thoroughly romantic squish noise. You look up at Adam who is trying to look like that didn't just happen, and failing miserably. You burst into a fit of giggles. "All right you," he finally says with a smile, "go get those wet things off." He gives your bottom a light smack as he pushes you toward your room. "I'll run you a warm bath."
You enter your room together. He walks past you into your bathroom. As you hear him pull the tap on, you begin to peel off your wet clothes, depositing them in a large plastic bag. You tuck your hair behind your ear and turn towards the bathroom door. Adam is standing there, watching you with a smile You smile back, blushing a little. As your try to pass him, he embraces you and begins kissing your neck. "Adam, come on, let me go. I'm freezing."
"You don't think I can warm you up?"
"Of course...later."
He raises his eyebrow. "Is that a promise?"
You smile up at him. "It could be."
Adam grins widely. "Meet me in my room when you get out." His hand sneaks down and pats your rear as you slip into the bathroom.
He has filled the tub with lavender scented bubble bath. You dip your foot in. It's almost too warm, but it makes you feel like you are thawing. You take your time getting used to the water before you sit down and begin to bathe.
You get out, dry off and walk into your room. You smile. Your white nightgown lays on the bed. It is Adam's favorite, gauzy, nearly see-through and thigh-length. Atop it sits a blood red rose. You put on the gown and, rose in hand, make your way to Adam's half-open door.
You knock lightly. "Come in." You grin, keeping it from becoming a laugh. His voice is low, husky, growly. He is being purposefully sexy. You push open the door, and your jaw hangs open. Adam has lit candles all around. He has put red satin sheets on the bed and is laying on his side like a Cosmo centerfold wearing nothing but a smile and a Santa hat. As you approach him, his smile gets bigger. He pats his thigh. "Come sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want."
You sit lightly on the edge of the bed. "Hmm, perhaps I could start with a sane boyfriend?"
He leans up and kisses a trail up your neck, whisper-singing in your ear, "If I'm crazy, then I'm crazy for you." He gently pulls you down to lean back on the pillows. Adam's lips move to cover yours, his hand on your thigh, working steadily upward.
He leans back and takes the rose from your hand. He trails it's bud down your cheek, throat, chest, stomach and back up. You feel something cold on it this time as it hits the skin of your neck. You catch his hand and lift it so you can see. Dangling from the rose is a charm bracelet. "Adam!" You take the rose from him and work the bracelet free.
He leans his cheek against your own and fastens it on your wrist. "I told you I would give you the sun, the moon and the stars. Now I've kept my word." He has indeed. The bracelet features a sun, a moon, three stars, a magic wand, and a rabbit in a top hat. "I know it's a bit early Love, but I just couldn't wait."
"I love it Adam."
"Really?" You kiss him gently at first but, as he leans back down, the kiss deepens. He leans back, smiles at you, and sets aside your rose. He begins removing your clothes like a little boy unwrapping the box he thinks the bike is in. Adam's hands rove every inch of your body with reckless abandon. Your hand lazily brushes across his chest before working its way down to the smooth skin of his butt. You give his cheek a little squeeze and his knee slides between your own. Your other hand slips into his hair, knocking his Santa hat off. He recovers it and places it on your head.
Adam's hand caresses slowly down your thigh. When it reaches your knee, he lifts it and places it snugly against his hip. Your other leg mirrors the action. He pushes his way inside of you, building your pleasure slowly. He moans as your calves stroke the backs of his thighs. Your muscles clamp against him in orgasm, bringing on one of his own.
Adam cradles you against his chest, placing soft kisses on your forehead and hair. You watch the candlelight's glow play off your bracelet as you lightly stroke his chest. You know your real gift lies in your arms, not on them.
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