Cade...

"Happy Christmas, handsome!" It's early, and my girl is excitedly up early. Like a child, she is bouncing on the bed beside me, determined to wake me up.

Pulling hard on her camisole, she falls right on top of me with a loud squeal. "You wanted me awake...we, are now very much awake." Pushing my morning glory into the avenue of her groin, Sophia soon becomes aware of just how awake I really am.

"Your erection can wait...presents first." Straddling me, she twists her body to reach around for a pearlescent box with a big silver bow on.

"What? No festive frolics first?"

Sophia gives me that adorable scolding look of hers. "Presents first."

I don't think I'll ever be able to say no to my girl, so I sit up, making sure that Sophia remains straddled on me, because I like her sitting on me that way. "Okay, presents first." I have never celebrated Christmas. I have never understood the power of giving and the spirit of goodwill. That is, until the beautiful woman who is sexily now straddling me. Until her, I had no inclination to buy a gift for someone. I had no inclination to be a part of Christmas in any shape or form. But with Sophia, I have willingly been swept along with all that the festive time means. So I went out and bought mistletoe and mulled wine. I thoroughly enjoyed putting tinsel and coordinated baubles on our Nordman fir Christmas tree. I even got excited when we first switched on the fairy lights that we had comically wrapped all around our tree. Yeah, I've been sucked into the whole Christmas thing. And I have enjoyed being sucked into it. So here I am, doing Christmas, and opening up a box of presents that has been lovingly wrapped with Sophia's own fair hands. Taking out the first square box, I peel away the glossy black wrapping paper with a smile. Once free of its paper parcel, I see that I am holding a bottle of new aftershave in my hands. Opening the lid, I inhale the masculine top notes of citrus fruits and sandalwood, followed by the subtle after tone of spicy berries. "I like it, thank you."

Eager for me to open the next present, Sophia instructs me to do just that. "Open your next one." She quietly claps her hands together, which only makes me smile.

Reaching inside the box, I find a soft and squishy present. Once fully unwrapped, I have three pairs of designer socks from London Sock Company. The next present is a chunkier square box, which I eagerly unwrap. Inside of a red box, on a bed of black shredded tissue, is a handmade glass bauble. In glittery black writing, it says:

Our first Christmas.

Our first bauble.

Cade and Sophia December 2016

Grabbing her by the nape of her neck, I hungrily kiss Sophia. My hungry kiss is a thank you and an I love you, all gratefully rolled into one. "What a great idea." I cheerfully say, actually enjoying opening presents far more than I ever thought I would. "Okay, what's my next one?" My smirk is peeking up at Sophia, as I pull out yet another square present, only this one is much smaller. Again, I peel away the carefully wrapped layers. Within my fingers, I hold a velvet box. Lifting the lid, I see some cuff links. Taking one out, I can see that the cuff links are made of sterling silver with black enamel dice on them. "Sophia, you really shouldn't have spent so much money on me?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she dismisses me with such a sweet and shy smile. "I wanted to."

Gazing back down at the cuff link that I still have held between my fingers, I admire it. "These are lovely...too much, but lovely." My eyes flick to hers, silently still telling her off for spending too much on me.

Sophia leans in, leaning in with the smallest of smiles curling up her pillowy lips. "You took a chance on being with me, and I took a chance on being with you...I'd say we are the luckiest people alive." Her smile quickly becomes an emotional one. "That's what the dice are for, our gamble on each other has paid off."

With the cuff link held tightly in my hand, I use my other to drag Sophia in my arms. Tears of complete joy start stinging my eyes. With my girl lovingly held tight in my arms, I struggle to not cry on her shoulders. But the struggle is futile. I have never known what it is to cry with pure and undiluted happiness, yet here I am, crying with pure and undiluted happiness. "Shit, you really are something else." Through my joy and through my tears, I cry through an overcome jaw. "You are the best thing to have ever happened to me. I love you so fucking much." My heartfelt words cling to Sophia, almost as much as I am to her. At every damn turn, this woman just blows me away. When I think that it's impossible to love her anymore than I already do, I find that I absolutely can. I had no choice than to fall in love with her. She is so warmhearted and caring. She's not only incredibly beautiful on the outside, she is so much more beautiful on the inside. And what truly blows me away, is just how unaware she is of both of those beauties that she abundantly possesses. Her unawareness, only makes Sophia even more sexy. It is that natural sexiness, that natural wholesomeness, that have made me fall hopelessly in love with her. She has not only shown me how to love, she has shown me how to be loved. Sophia loves me. She loves me.

So, I'll cry in her arms.

I will happily cry in her arms.

Because each and every tear, she justifiably owns. 

"Shhh...shhh." Trying to soothe me, Sophia holds me so desperately tight. "You have one more present to open."

Trying to lift her camisole up over her beautiful body, I'm being flirty through my tears. "Is it you?" Wiping my eyes with a quick sniff, I am now teasingly licking her neck. "Please tell me that I get to unwrap you?" Little lazy nips are now delivered all over her swanlike throat.

Although she's finding it terribly ticklish, Sophia's quickening breaths show me how much she is basking in the saucy little bites to her neck. "Crying one second, then horny the next...what am I to do with you?"

Biting harder on the fleshy area around the back of her neck, I whisper my answer with a heated breath. "You can take your knickers off?"

"And then I can open my presents?" She asks, all hot and aroused.

Pulling the pretty cotton camisole up and completely away from her exquisite upper body, my reply is low with desire rumbling deeper in my throat. "Once I have unwrapped you, your presents are all yours." Lying her down on me, I slowly roll over. With Sophia now naked beneath me, my hips gyrate against hers. Slow and sedate, sexy and firm. "Are you really my last present?" My mouth brushes along the delicate seam of hers, easing out whether I was right about her being my final gift.

"Yes." Sophia's answer blissfully floats from out of her mouth, followed by a sexy as hell little groan of pleasure.

My morning glory is back, ready to crown itself with the warmest depths of Sophia. Gently pushing myself into her, we both moan with how good it feels to be making love on the dawning of Christmas Day. With lazily deep thrusts, I rotate my hips around and around. Circular, sexy rotations, gloriously over and over again. My last gift from Sophia, is the one that I am savouring the most. Thrust for flourishing thrust, I just close my eyes as I bury myself deeper and harder within the woman that I love. "You always feel so good." The compliment huskily exits my mouth, hovering somewhere in the air between us until I bend down to kiss her opened mouth. Reacting to my hungry kiss, Sophia's lips achingly merge with mine. The taste of her is almost as good as being inside of her. More and more of Sophia, I greedily need. My appetite for her is a constant one. An edacious one. Caressing the full length of her arms, I pin them above her head, needing to look right into her eyes as I make passionate and deeper than deep love to her. Moving beneath me with every throbbing pound into her, Sophia's cheeks start blooming into rosy balls of lust. Using her hands that are laid high above her head, she grips onto the slats of the oak headboard. Gripping tightly, she uses it to meet each and every one of my relentless rams. Our kiss is passionately unpolished, with our tongues and teeth clumsily clashing. But we are too high to care. Every part of our bodies, needs to be at one with the others. This is no longer making love. This is making pounding love. I am now screwing Sophia so hard, her head is hitting the headboard, each and every time I thrust into her. But we don't stop. We continue to make frantic and unrestrained pounding love. I can almost taste the sweet eclipse of my climax, it's there on my blurring horizon. Higher and higher it takes me, about to darken all of my senses with an explosive blindness of bliss. Beneath me, Sophia is loudly whimpering, but at the deepest tip of my thrusts, she pleasingly cries out. And it's those provocative cries that cause the total eclipse. With mind blowing force, I expel all of my blinding pleasure so deeply inside of her. And as I am relieving myself, one gratifying throb after another, Sophia is carnally contorted beneath me, wildly contracting all around my very satisfied morning glory. With exhilaration veiling her prettily flushed features, she sedately pulsates, one rapturous pulsation after another, I watch her dreamily come down from her orgasmic high.

With a drunk-like smile, Sophia looks up at me. "I like festive frolics." Her hands then reach up for my chest, just wanting to touch it with her outstretched fingers. "And I like your chest." She honestly does look like she has just downed half a bottle of vodka, as she funnily giggles with her fingers foraging amongst the soft tufts of my chest hair.

Rolling off of her, I take hold of Sophia's hand, kissing the sensitive tips of each and every finger. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

Moving her head, so that she can see me, Sophia smiles. "I think you are, too." Then wanting to drape herself across me, she once again starts to play with my chest hairs. "Every freckle, every vein and every hair on your body...is beautiful."

Laughing in a light way, I kiss the top of her head. "Shall we stay like this for a little longer? Or shall I go and get your presents?"

Nuzzling into me, Sophia sounds all dreamy and tired. "Let's stay like this for a little longer."

So, we did.