Silver and blue star? Absolutely not, it’ll clash with the red and gold theme.
Cherub angel in a sparkly golden gown? Never.
At this point it looks like she has exhausted all options. Stars and angels seemingly being her only two options.
It’s her enthusiastic, “Aha!” that brings my attention to where she is crouched on the ground in front of the bottom shelf with half her arm buried behind rows of the angels.
She pulls out a monstrously oversized red bow with golden trim. A sparkling lace overlay makes it even more gaudy than the angel’s dress but I’m not about to tell her that.
“It’s perfect.” I tell her and she beams a mega watt smile at me.
Her arm loops through mine as I steer our way through the aisles to the checkout. I might not be able to bring Gabriella to my family’s celebration, but I can still spend today with her. Decorating has never been something I enjoy but if it makes her smile like that at me again, I will decorate a thousand trees.
***
The tree is visibly leaning towards the right. I’ve followed instructions as Gabriella ordered me around. Hang this one. Drape this over that branch. Move that one to the back. Yes, we have to decorate the back too! But now my tour of duty is over.
“Darlin’, the tree is twisting sideways.” I tell her.
She pays me no mind has she opens the next box of tree ornaments. She also seems oblivious to the boxes littered around her perch on the couch.
“Gabriella.”
Her eyes never leave the box in her lap. Golden orbs dusted with glitter and red stars also covered in glitter make up the majority of the box. Unsurprisingly glitter coats my hardwood floors. And my woman is hyper focused on her project. Can’t see the entire tree for the ornaments in her face.
“Sweetheart.” I say attempting to gain her attention once more.
A smile slowly stretches my mouth. Gabriella’s been naughty and needs to see the error of her ways. A good girlfriend doesn’t ignore her boyfriend when they’re on a date. Especially in his apartment.
While she’s pawing through the box in search of the perfect piece to add to the tree, I step quickly out of the living room and head to my fridge. Not much for cooking it’s usually empty except for drinks most of the time. But Gabriella’s cooking inspired me to pick up a few things in case she wanted me to make her dinner. I even got vegetables. The kind that only taste good slathered in butter.
What I want is tucked into one of the shelves on the door. A bright red can of whipped cream. Perfect.
I walk quietly back to the living room and stop once I’m behind the grey couch. Gabriella is still crouched over the ornaments. Like a dragon hoarding her treasure. A tap on the shoulder and she finally turns to face me. Her mouths opens, likely to fuss at me for interrupting and I place the nozzle on her open lip and spray a bit of cream into her mouth.
Her blue eyes open wide with surprise and delight. She closes her mouth to eat the cream, but some escapes and I dive down to lick it off her lip.
“Let’s not be wasteful.” I tell her.
The ornaments get placed gently on the floor, but she sweeps the empty boxes off the couch without care.Before the last box hits the floor Gabriella has her hands twisted into my shirt. She uses her grip and my surprise to pull me over the back to fall on her. Our lips clash as our bodies tangle. I try to pull away but her grip on my shirt is surprisingly firm. I place a kiss on the tip of her nose and tell her bluntly, “I can’t fuck you with my clothes on.”
Her grumbled growl is the only response I get but she releases her death grip on my shirt allowing me to pull it off. Next goes her red sweater. It’s soft and stretchy, sparking an idea in my head. But I’m not an idiot. If this is designer and I ruin it, she’ll have my head no matter how good the sex is.
“How attached are you to this?” I ask Gabriella as I sit between her legs holding up the sweater.
“It’s comfy but I have it in two colors.” She replies with a questioning look.
Good. A good little sacrifice.
I grab Gabriella’s hands and raise them over her head. Her confusion melts away as I stretch the sweater until it has no more give and wind it around her wrists. I tie it in a knot and lean back on my heels to admire my work.
She lies beneath me in her black leggings and her black bra. It has a front clasp and I’m grateful for the ease of access.
The clasp is undone in a second and then I’m feasting on her breasts. Her nipples are hard peaks begging for my attention. For a moment the can of cream is forgotten but once I remember I reluctantly pull away from her delectable body.
Swirls of whipped cream cover her nipples and she squeals at the cold touch. Her squirming causes her to brush against my cock straining in my jeans. I swallow a groan as she grinds against me intentionally with a sly smirk on her face.
“Who is being a tease now?” I ask.
