He lowered me to my feet and turned on the shower while I removed my robe. One item at a time, I slowly undressed Kayn,enjoying peeling back the layers of his clothing as much as I was enjoying peeling back the layers of his personality.
There was so much to this man. This time, when he was naked before me, I allowed my fingers to dance over his body, every tattoo and every scar. Underneath some of the tattoos, I could feel the scar tissue from the beatings he endured. The last time that I was with him, I could feel some of the scar tissue, but I didn’t focus on them. This time, touching, kissing, and healing them would be my focus.
As we stepped underneath the hot shower, I took my time and pressed into the raised skin. I memorized every welt and every knot with my fingers and tongue. I wanted Kayn to see that I accepted every part of him and did not judge him.
I could tell by the way that he would remove my hands from touching him the first time we had sex that he was self-conscious about them. There was no need for him to be because he and them mattered to me. His scars were a part of his story, and they were what made the man I fell in love with.
I licked Kayn from his lips to his shoulders and down his arms. I licked across his chest and to his abdomen. I kissed my way down his thighs and legs and back up again until I kissed him across his back and over his ass. When I moved back to the front of him, I slowly took his dick in my mouth and to the back of my throat.
The shower water pelted us, and I had no idea if the droplets on his eyelashes and cheeks were the shower water or his tears. His hands held my head firmly in place as he rocked deep into my mouth. I sucked him vigorously until he pulled back and lifted me from my knees.
Kayn kissed me softly but deeply, letting me know that everything I had done to make him feel seen mattered to him. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. I jumped up,and he held me close to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
When he slid inside of me, he filled me up, taking up all the space. I bounced and rode his dick with a fevered passion as he bit my shoulders and lips and as I dug my fingers into his back and then caressed him lovingly in the same moment.
When Kayn and I came, it was with wild abandon. Our moans and cries of ecstasy intermingled with one another’s. His coarse grunts mixed with my high-pitched cries created a Christmas melody so sweet and beautiful that I knew that he was giving me the best gift that he could ever give me: his heart.
23
THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS
Kandi
All I wanted to do was go to sleep after we had sex in the shower. Unfortunately, Kayn was not going for that. When we left the shower, he lovingly dried me off and oiled my body. I lay on the bed while he took care of his grooming habits, but I fell asleep. He woke me up once he was done and reminded me that I needed to get ready too.
What I had not known was that while Kayn was out earlier for his business meeting, he stopped at a boutique on his way back to the hotel and picked up an early Christmas gift for me. It was an emerald green, fitted, crushed velvet dress with a plunging, V-shaped neckline. It stopped just below my knees, and he purchased a pair of deep green red-bottom shoes with it.
He paired the dress with emerald earrings and an emerald necklace. He made a corny joke about every woman being green with envy when they saw me. And though everything was green, it was tastefully done and elegant.
“What do you recommend?” I asked, looking at the menu.
We were at Table One, an upscale seafood restaurant in the hotel.
“Would you like me to order for you?”
We had gotten so deep in conversation about our families that we had forgotten to look at the menu. He had already ordered the seafood paella for himself while I was reviewing the menu for the third time.
“Yes, please,” I replied sweetly to him.
“She’ll have the lobster thermidor, roasted potatoes, and steamed asparagus.”
When the waiter took our menus and left, Kayn smiled at me over candlelight.
“You really didn’t have to do this. I’m surprised that they’re open since it’s Christmas Eve.”
“Why wouldn’t they be? The hotel is open, and despite your positive, happy holiday spirit, everyone doesn’t celebrate the holiday, Kandi.”
“Well, they should. The world would be a much better place,” I mused as I stared at the singer who leaned one hip against the piano as she smiled at the pianist.
She was singing “Last Christmas,” and her voice was beautiful.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” he reasoned.
“I would have been just as happy in the hotel eating from the room service menu,” I pointed out as I fingered one of the leaves of the poinsettia sitting in the vase at our table. The restaurant had gone all out to highlight the Christmas holiday, if not for their patrons, then definitely for their staff.
Poinsettias were all over the restaurant along with chrysanthemums. Tall, green foliage in gold, foil-wrapped planters were decorated with tiny white lights. Each table held a white iridescent tablecloth with red candle votives in glass candleholders. The candle holders were tied with green ribbons. Next to the candles was a vase of poinsettias.
“You do realize that staff would still be working to provide you that meal, right? Even if it were room service, people areworking to create that. Besides, I didn’t want you in the hotel eating from the room service menu. You deserve so much more, and I feel like a dirty ass nigga for not knowing that it was your birthday.”
