Time for Change(39)

Once she was dressed, she made her way back to the bar. Chris and David were talking. Putting on her coat, she approached her man. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“I’m more ready than anything.” Chris took her hand, leading her outside. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said.

She took her seat on his car and waited for him to climb inside. “What is it? What did you get me?”

He handed her a bag. “I’d advise that you not pull everything out for all to see.”

Chris started up the car as she opened the bag, looking inside. He pulled away from curb, and she stared at what he’d bought.

“You’ve got lube and condoms.” Turning to look at him, she frowned.

“Yes.” He grabbed her hand, lifting her palm to his lips. Chris kissed her hand, and her heart started to race. For the past few weeks he’d been exploring her ass, getting her used to his touch.

“Tonight?” she asked.

“Yes, tonight.” He squeezed her hand, and she felt the heat start to build inside her.

“What about the tree?” She kept her gaze on his.

“We’ll be decorating the tree, but you’re going to know while we’re doing that, you’re going to get something I want.” He kept hold of her hand throughout the drive.

She didn’t want to deal with the tree anymore. The thought of having him making love to her and giving her something he’d teased her with for the past couple of weeks was going to drive her crazy.

Chris’s sole intention was to drive her crazy. He knew what to do and to say to give her pleasure.

“It’s all you’re thinking about now, right?” Chris asked.

“You know I am. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Of course. You’re thinking about it now, and you’re wanting it more than anything.” Chris smiled.

She sat back, loving and hating him at the same time.

“You’re going to make it hard for me to focus tonight.”

“Good, I’ll be working hard to make you desperate for my touch.”

****

Chris stared at the blank tree before him. His cock was making it difficult to think about decorating the tree. He shouldn’t have given her the lube and condoms. She looked so tantalizing in her jeans and shirt. Had she removed her bra when she got home? Her tits looked so damn sexy in the shirt she wore.

Concentrate, Chris.

The tree was nothing compared to looking at Rachel. Her curves were calling to him, and in comparison to his woman, the tree came second best. She lifted the large cardboard box where he’d stored the decorations they’d bought together the other weekend.

“We put the angel on last, I think.” Rachel pulled the angel from the box, placing it on the sofa. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You’ve taken your bra off,” he said.

“I know. I wonder if we can get this tree done without tearing each other apart.” She looked up at him with a charming smile on her lips.

“You’re a vixen.”

“No, I’m a woman intent on driving her man insane just like you’re intent on driving me insane.”

She lifted out the first box of baubles.

“We’ll get this tree done, and then your ass is mine.” He took out the first bauble and placed it on the tree.

Chris moaned as her hand cupped his crotch. “Count on it.”

Fuck, he wondered if he could decorate the tree fast. Taking each bauble out of the packet, he placed them on the tree, wishing it would pretty itself up instead.

Rachel pointed out to where each bauble needed to go, and he placed it where she pointed. There were times he found himself looking at her chest, wishing she’d do it topless. Staring at her hard nipples was making it hard to think.

“We’re onto the tinsel,” Rachel said.

He stared at the tree trying to bring focus to his frazzled thoughts. All he was seeing in his mind was Rachel naked underneath him as he waited to fuck her.

Focus, Chris. You can do this. Decorate a tree, make it look pretty, and your woman is all yours.

“Here you go,” Rachel said.

He turned toward her and stopped. She wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the tinsel was wrapped around her neck. Her pale breasts were on full display with her glorious red tipped nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of her flesh.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“No one is around. Why can’t we enjoy what’s happening?” She stroked her nipple catching his gaze.

“Fine.” He dropped his pants to the floor not caring how his cock stood out straight. Chris couldn’t recall a time he’d been this hard for a woman in his life. She was giggling as she handed him the tinsel. Once he’d taken all of the tinsel from her hands, he started to drape it over the tree.