Once we were back at his apartment, he surprised me by pointing to a medium sized box on the table. "Come on. I've been waiting for you to help me."
"What is it?"
He opened it and pulled out a small, slightly out of shape artificial tabletop Christmas tree. He grinned sheepishly as he tried to straighten the bent branches. "It'll look better once we get it decorated, I promise."
I smiled back, thinking of the large, perfectly adorned tree we'd have back home. This tree reminded me strongly of the one out of the Peanuts Christmas special, but hell, if Charlie Brown's friends could make it look good, so could I.
I went over to the radio and flipped to the same holiday station we'd been listening to in the car. He groaned and rolled his eyes in mock disgust. "Hey, this was your idea," I reminded him.
We set to work and within an hour, his living room was completely decorated. As he'd promised, once we had the lights, garland, and various bulbs on it, the tree actually looked pretty good. I'd convinced him to let me use the extra strings of lights to outline his windows, giving the room a colorful glow and making it visible from the outside. I'd also used the extra garland and bulbs to decorate the top of the TV stand so that when we put the tree on it, it looked pretty damned Christmas-y.
When we were done, Andrew came over to stand beside me in front of the windows, his arm draped lazily over my shoulders. We looked out at the rest of the world, or at least the immediate neighborhood, and could see all of the various lights from passing cars and other windows and storefronts sporting the same type of glow. It was a wonderful moment and I felt totally at peace and happy.
After a few minutes of silent contentment, I felt his hand inch lower on my chest. I pretended not to notice as he cupped my breast and started running his thumb back and forth over the nipple. His lips pressed lightly against my neck and I shivered.
"So, my little elf," he whispered, still kissing my neck just the way he knew I liked, with his lips soft and relaxed, the sensation almost like a tickle, "now that we've decorated the tree, how about we go off to bed? I know I could use your help in my workshop."
I giggled, once again amazed at how much I actually enjoyed his corny lines. I turned around and wrapped my arms around him, one at his waist and the other at his neck, the fingers twining into his thick hair. Our lips met in a tender, passionate kiss, our tongues sliding out to touch and massage each other. His hands met at the small of my back and pulled me close. We stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing and holding each other, before we broke apart and he led me to the bedroom.
He left the door open so that the colorful lights cast an otherworldly glow on the floor and bed. We went back to kissing feverishly, struggling to get each other's clothes off at the same time. Finally, we were both naked and we held each other close, pressing our bodies together. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach, a drop of precum making the skin wet.
We kissed some more, our mouths working frantically, practically devouring each other as the passion built. His hands cupped my ass, kneading the cheeks firmly, and my arms wound around his neck, my fingers finding their usual spot in his dark hair. I felt almost as if I was floating, and I realized he'd actually lifted me up from the floor, my weight supported by those strong arms.
I slid my hands out of his hair and held on to his broad shoulders, keeping myself pressed against him. I carefully lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, my ankles crossing at hooking together just above his tailbone. He adjusted his grip, lifting me up a few more inches so the tip of his cock grazed my wet opening.
I moaned, burying my face into his chest. He slowly lowered me down the length of his dick, my cunt swallowing it hungrily. Once he was buried into me to the hilt, I latched on to his erect nipple, sucking and licking vigorously, drawing a moan from his throat. He slowly moved my whole body up and down, making me ride him, and I was growing more and more tense, my teeth tightening on his nipple. I wanted him to fuck me hard. This was an unbelievable sensation, but I wanted more.
"Please," I said, my mouth still full of his flesh, "please, Andrew, fuck me."
"I will," he promised. "When I'm ready."
He continued the slow, upright position for a while, driving me crazy with desire. I wanted to throw him down and fuck him silly, but I couldn't. He was holding me up, and if I moved, one or both of us might have gotten hurt. I was moaning and begging, my nails digging into the skin on his shoulders, but he refused to speed up even one iota.
"Andrew, please!" I groaned. "Please, I need you!"
"Sh," he crooned into my ear. "I'm not ready yet."
I let out a muffled cry of frustration, releasing his nipple and replacing it with a section of his upper chest. I bit into it softly and formed a tight seal with my lips. I started sucking again, this time with the intention of leaving my own mark on him. He gasped but didn't stop me even though he'd have a monstrous hickey the next day.
