Tara was happier than a child on Christmas morning!
She jumped out of bed in her tank and panties so she could take down the Christmas tree. She was not a holiday person, but her fiancé was so she compromised and allowed the tree.
It was special to him and Santos was special to her. They had just moved in together and she wanted their apartment to feel like his home. Tara baked cookies and poured milk–-oat for her, whole for him–so they could decorate the tree. He had special ornaments that he had been given from his mother. Including one very special one she had custom made for him with his baby picture and one for Tara too.
“You gave your mom my baby picture!” Tara squealed, but she was touched. She had gotten very close to Santos’ mother who told her she considered her a daughter.
But now, Tara took the ornaments off of the tree, delicately placing the special ornaments side by side in the velvet box they were bought in.
Santos got up and walked over to her. He wore just a pair of boxers and she was immediately distracted. He was so sexy even just out of bed and considerate enough to put on tea for her, coffee for him and to help her with the tree.
He stood behind her and she felt him hot and hard. Harder than the diamond he had given her that was on her finger that promised their love forever. Tara reached for his hand and held it to her heart. Santos kissed her neck and with his other hand he wrapped the Christmas string lights about her.
“I want to decorate you,” he said against her ear.
“Do you?” Tara loved when Santos came on her. She liked knowing she had gotten him to that point. It was the pearls of her effort even more precious than the ones that came from oysters.
Santos’ answer was a kiss and she knew that he was going to answer her with his actions not his words. Tara looked at him when he pulled away and he turned her chin up and looked down at her with the softest eyes. She cradled his five o’clock shadow in her hands, stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him feeling the Christmas tree lights slip down her body.
Santos took her hands and they started making love on the Christmas tree stand cover. Tara did not have to worry about a fire hazard since the lights were around her. Lying with her legs spread and up over his shoulders, she laughed as the lights now decorated his upper body.
“l am decorating you,” she purred as he entered her. As used to him as she was, every time he entered her it felt special and new. Tara wrapped her legs tighter about his shoulders as he moved inside her deeper and deeper. The high-pitched whistle of the tea kettle started at the same time that she came. Not long after, Santos moved deeper and deeper inside her until he pulled out and came all over her stomach.
Tara ran her hands over her stomach. She felt a combination of his ejaculate and the string lights on her.
She was fully decorated.
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