Silent profanities floated out of the living room as there was some bangs and shuffling. Rayden had been fighting with the Christmas tree all day and had finally gotten it to stand up on its own. Standing up to admire his handy work, he felt two arms around his waist. He moaned and pressed back against the familiar imprint of large double D breasts.
"Do you like it?” he asked her.
"It's beautiful,” Sam kissed his back.
Rayden turned around and wrapped her in his arms, “this is my first Christmas in three years that I will actually enjoy,” he admitted.
"I know,” she looked up into his face and watched his lips come down over hers. When the mind numbing kiss ended, she sighed, “thanks a lot, now I forgot why I came I here."
Rayden laughed and kissed her again, “maybe I can make you remember."
"Maybe ... Kiss me again."
Rayden obliged her and she moaned.
"Now I remember! I made you something."
Walking over to the coffee table, she picked up a small, white box and handed it to him.
"It's not Christmas day yet,” he arched a brow. “You're being a bad girl. And you know what they say about Santa and bad girls."
"I know,” she winked at him. “You can ah ... punish me later.” She reached up and whispered, “I'm not wearing any panties."
"Well ma'am, you gat yerself a deal,” Rayden opened the box and pulled something out. It was an angel ornament with a heart for his chest, for the top of the tree. On the heart, “Rion” was written.
"I thought you may want to put him on the tree first."
Rayden had no words. He just walked over to her and wrapped her into his arms in a fierce hug. Then he kissed her head, her forehead, her nose, her mouth, any part of her face he caught.
He then turned and placed it gently on the top of the tree. He stepped back and looked up at it.
Sam didn't need words. His reaction was priceless. She walked beside him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I have another present for you that you can open today,” she whispered to him.
He turned to face her, “you're spoiling me."
"Yah but you love it,” she winked at him and moved to the sofa. She lay back against it, hiked up her skirt and spread her legs, “I'm ready for my punishment."
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Christmas morning dawned and Samantha woke up feeling extra warm. She was cuddled into Rayden's chest. She placed a kiss on against his smooth skin and he opened his eyes.
"Merry Christmas,” he whispered and lifted her chin to kiss her.
"Mmm,” she moaned. “Feliz Navidad!"
Sam scampered out of bed and scampered for the door, “where are you going?” he asked.
"To get your present,” she tossed over her shoulders as her bare feet beat against the wooden floor.
Rayden rolled onto his back and tried to remember the last time he felt this good on a Christmas morning. A part of him felt guilty but another part told him that he had to live his life now.
"Here you go,” Sam walked back in and flopped down on the bed, “it took me a while to find, I hope you like it."
Rayden watched her for a bit as she bit down on her lower lip nervously. He ripped into the box like a child and was speechless when he saw his present, “it's signed?"
Sam giggled and nodded, “yup ... by the entire Red sox, team from the year they broke the curse of the Bambino."
Rayden pulled the ball from the box and tossed it up, caught it, then pounced on her. His tongue found its way into her mouth and she groaned and wrapped her legs around him.
She couldn't believe he liked it but from the way he was kissing her, she could tell he more than liked it. She whimpered and he pulled back, “wait a second, you have to open mine now."
"Can it wait?” she whined, “I'm kind in the middle of something."
"So am I,” Rayden brought her hand down to his naked penis and wrapped her fingers around it.
"But humor me,” Rayden said leaning over and pulling something from underneath his bed and handed it to her.
She looked at him as the tiny velvet box was placed in her hands. She opened it, “It's not an engagement ring,” he whispered. “It's a promise ring ... I know I'm a little old to be giving..."
"I love it!” Samantha hugged him. “It tells me that you are least thinking of a future with me."
"And that makes you happy?” Rayden asked as sat her forward to slip the ring onto her dark finger.
"Words cannot explain ... Merry Christmas, darling."
Rayden felt proud and leant in to kiss her, “Merry Christmas...” he kissed her, “Now,” he tossed the boxes from the bed. “Where were we?"
"I think,” Sam kissed him, “we were...” another kiss, “about here."
The End
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Tigra-Luna was born on the small island of Jamaica and grew up there until she was 13 years old before moving to Toronto Canada. She started reading romance novels at age eight out of sheer boredom. She began writing poetry and songs.
In her spare time, she loves reading, writing, torturing her friends, playing/watching baseball, hockey, watching Hindi movies, trying to learn the Hindi dance routines and being a big sister. She is currently attending University, majoring in Communication Studies.
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