by Tamara Black
With a quick movement, he reached down and freed his hardening member from those tight thongs I'd had him put on. I felt it as he then moved his hands to my cheeks and held my head as he kissed me. His tongue and lips knew how to work together in perfect unison. Then he moved my panties aside. I lifted myself up a little. He held himself in place as I lowered onto him.
As he penetrated me, I sighed and closed my eyes. He was paying attention to my body, but he wasn't mauling or trying to control me. We began to move together. His hard cock slid in and out of my slit as I leaned forward and kissed him again. Our bodies found a rhythm. I didn't know how long I was going to last because it had been so long for me.
That thought took me over the edge. I arched my back and cried out in pleasure as he held onto me so I didn't fall backward. All the while, he was still moving in and out of me. Still breathing heavy, I continued riding him. We slowed down a little. I could tell by the look on his face that he was close to coming too. I clenched his cock tightly. His body stiffened and he grunted as he came deep inside me.
I leaned forward, my breasts pressed against his hard, muscular chest covered in sweat. Then I pulled back and saw him with the red Christmas hat and fake beard pulled down, and I had to laugh.
“What's so funny?”
“I just did it with the hottest Santa Claus ever.”
He smiled then kissed me again. His skin felt wonderful against mine. Then I felt his begin to slide out of me. I gave him a fake pout.
“Are you done already?” I teased.
“Santa needs some cookies and milk.”
I laughed again. We enjoyed the afterglow with cookies and milk then got to know each other a little better one more time. Afterward, we fell asleep together in my bed curled up against each other.
FIVE
When we woke up in the morning, I watched him sleeping for a moment or two before he opened his eyes. He smiled right away. Everything between us had changed in less than twenty four hours, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
“Good morning.”
“You been watching me long, weirdo?”
“No, I just got up. I like to watch your face.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. It's a cute one. Your body not too bad either,” I teased as I reached out and touched his chest.
“You're the beautiful one.”
“Whatever. You want some breakfast or you have to go right away?”
“No, I can stay. Can you cook? Or you talking about cereal.”
“I have cereal, but I can scramble you some eggs and make bacon if you want.”
“That sounds wonderful. Mind if I grab the shower first?”
“Go right ahead. Or...”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe we can take one together. To conserve water.”
“That's the plan, huh?”
“That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.”
We walked into my bathroom and jumped into the shower. I soaped his body and he did mine. After rinsing off, we got out. Luckily, I had enough clean towels.
“I'm not putting the Santa costume back on, okay?”
“Really?”
I pouted for a moment then broke into a smile.
“Maybe later. If you're naughty.”
In the kitchen, he started a pot of coffee while I fried up some bacon and eggs. He made us some toast while I cooked, and I noticed that having him around was helpful. When the food was done, we ate together, still joking and flirting with each other. We both went for the last piece of bacon at the same time. He waved it away and offered it to me. I cut it in half and handed him one of the pieces.
“I have to get to work,” I said.
“Um, me too,” he said.
“Meet up again later tonight?”
“Sure. Where you working at now?”
“A call center downtown. It's a shit job and hard when I'm depressed, but it pays the bills. You know how that goes.”
“I'll see you later.”
He pushed his chair back then stood up. I did the same and walked over to give him another kiss and a hug. I didn't want him to leave, but the fact that we both had jobs was a good thing.
“Where do you work?” I asked.
“Oh, in an office. I have to get going. I didn't notice it was so late.”
I wanted to press him about where he worked, but I waved as he walked out of the kitchen. As soon as he was gone, I rushed around to get ready for work. While I was already a little late, I knew it would be fine if I just showed up. I had some of the best numbers of anyone on my floor.
When I got to work, Matt, my supervisor, gave me a dirty look, but he didn't say anything. I sat down in my cubicle and put on my headphones. I picked up the next call and tried to be friendly as the customer cursed me out for not receiving the right item.
As the call progressed, I started to get upset. After such a great night and morning with Josh, I didn't feel like having someone yell at me through the phone for something that wasn't my fault. I tried to take a deep breath and press forward, but I lost my cool and yelled back at the lady. She got really silent for a moment then demanded to talk to my supervisor.
I thought about just hanging up, but I knew she would call back and be even more upset. I transferred her to Matt, who was probably already mad at me for showing up late again. Turnover at the call center was high. I'd been with the company for around nine months, and I had the highest seniority in the place, which was saying something.
Instead of taking another call, I headed to the break room to get a can of Sprite. On my way back, I heard Matt's voice calling me over the P.A. system. As I made my way to his office, I tried to think of what I was going to say. I hated my job, but I couldn't afford to lose it – especially living in Detroit. I knew a lot of people were lined up ready to take it at a moment's notice.
“You know why you're here, right?” Matt asked as soon as I walked through his office doorway.
“Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm just having a rough morning.”
“Well, you messed up this time. I would usually let you off with a warning, but the person you yelled at is related to the owner.”
“You're kidding?”
“No. She's calling him now, I imagine. I need to let you go before he calls me. I hope you understand.”
“We're just weeks away from Christmas,” I said.
“I know. I feel for you, but you picked the wrong day to act out.”
“I wasn't acting out. She was screaming at me for something I didn't do.”
“And that's part of your job. You know that.” His phone rang. “You can get your last check later in the week. I have to get this.”
I turned and left without returning to my cubicle. I shared it with two other shifts and didn't have any personal belongings at work. As I drove home, I tried to keep it together, but by the time I was parked outside my building, the tears were rolling down my face.
Once again, Josh walked up and tapped on my window with me in the car crying. I motioned with my head for him to walk around and get in. When he found out I'd just lost my job, he probably wouldn't want to be with me anymore.
“What's wrong?” he asked after he got in and shut the passenger door. “We gotta quit meeting like this.”
“Don't tease. I'm fucked.”
“I'm just playing. Take it easy. I'm sure it's something that can be fixed easily.”
“I lost my job.”
Saying the words out loud made me feel even worse, and I started crying again. As I wept, I felt bad about doing it in front of Josh. This made be bawl even more. He reached out and put one of his strong hands on my shoulder.
“It's okay. It's okay.”
His voice was reassuring, which helped stop the tears. I couldn't believe he wasn't running. This was the second emotional breakdown I'd had in front of him. Why was he still around? Was he going to hurt me like all the other men in my life?
“Want to go inside? I don't have mon
ey for ornaments for the tree, but we can talk or have some coffee or something.”
“Sounds good to me.”
We went inside my apartment. I went straight to the kitchen to start some coffee. I wanted something a lot stronger, but I knew drinking wasn't a good idea if I had to get up early to start hunting for a new job. I sighed deeply as Josh sat at the table and watched me.
“I'm such a loser. I don't know why you're still around,” I said as the coffee percolated.
“Don't say that. I think you're a special person.”
“Whatever. What about you? I'm hogging all the attention. How was your day?”
“It was okay.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“Well, I kinda lied to you.” He frowned slightly. “But not really.”
I cocked my head to the side and stared at him. “What do you mean?”
“I don't have a job.”
I frowned.
“I knew you was too good to be true. I'm not supporting another man. I'll have you know that now. Straight up.”
“No, I don't want your money. I support myself.”
“Yeah? How do you do that? You a drug dealer or something?”
He rolled his eyes the same way I had rolled mine at him many times before. “You serious?”
“I don't know. You're not making much sense.”
“I inherited a lot of money when I turned twenty-one four years ago.”
He's twenty-five, I noted. “You're rich?”
“Yes.”
“How rich?”
“Rich enough.”
“I want you so bad right now. Is that wrong?”
“I hope not. I feel the same thing.”
He moved forward and kissed me. We made sweet love again. The bad day at work and his revelation all slid to the back of my mind as I rode him. Then we switched to doggy style. I loved the way he felt behind me, thrusting into my tight, wet hole. We came together, both of us crying out in pleasure.
SIX
Over the next few days, we got to know each other even better. He finally invited me to his house. Well, the one in Michigan. It was huge. His kitchen was half the size of my entire apartment. What I liked was that he was really humble and down to Earth. Maybe it was because he'd inherited the money or had had a good upbringing, but whatever it was I liked the way he'd turned out.
A week after he told me he was rich, I moved in with him. I kept telling myself that I would look for another job after the holidays, but insisted that I never had to work again if I didn't want. The thought was very attractive, but I knew I'd get bored eventually. Just a few days after I'd moved in with him, I was already starting to get restless.
“Everything is moving so fast,” I said to him as we laid in his king sized bed.
“Let's get married,” he said suddenly.
“What?” I sat up and looked at him. He was serious. “You're not worried I'm just after your money?”
“Well, you'd sign a prenuptial agreement, of course.”
My mood changed light a light switch. Did he really think I was just after his money?
“You're kidding me, right? I loved you before I knew you were rich.”
“I know, but I told you what happened with Sarah. I'm not sure I can trust anyone after that experience.”
“I'm not her,” I insisted then got out of bed.
“Settle down. I know you're not. Everything is going so good. Please don't ruin it.”
“Oh, I'm ruining it now, am I?”
I went over to the walk-in closet and got some clothes to put on.
“What are you doing, baby?”
“Don't give me that baby bullshit. You don't trust me, and I don't need to be here.”
“But it's Christmas Eve!”
“I don't care. You hurt me. I need to be alone.”
I left his mansion and got into the new car he'd bought me. As I drove away, I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I had to get away. Emotions coursed though my brain as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. I couldn't believe I'd messed it up.
Tears began streaming down my face as I drove back to my old apartment. I hadn't been able to get out of the lease, but Josh had paid for the remainder of the twelve months I was locked in. Unlocking the front door felt odd after having spent so much time with Josh at his mansion.
When I was inside, I went straight to my bedroom and got under the covers. It was late, and I was really tired, but more than that I wanted to block out the light and the world. All I wanted to do was sleep and not be bothered by anyone. Depression fell over me.
SEVEN
The next morning, I woke to the sound of a choir singing. I thought I was dreaming at first, but I definitely heard a lot of people singing outside my apartment. After throwing on a robe, I made my way to the front door. I opened it and my jaw dropped.
Josh was singing a Christmas song with the Santa hat he'd had on the first time we made love. He had on clothes and a coat this time, though. What was the craziest was the three dozen people in flowing white robes singing along with him.
A lot of my neighbors were looking out of their windows and doorways as I rushed over and threw my arms around him. We kissed for a moment before I realized exactly how many people were watching us. I grabbed his hand in mine and headed back toward the apartment.
“Let's go inside, please.”
He waved at the choir. They started to disperse, headed toward two buses parked on the street.
“I'm sorry I freaked out,” I said. “I don't know what came over me.”
“It's okay. We can't let money tear us apart. We have something special. Just look at how we met.”
“Helping other people.”
He nodded.
“Right. That's what the holidays are all about.”
“You hungry? I'm starving?”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
I started to make some pancake batter as he made a pot of coffee.
“Your tree looks so funny without lights or ornaments,” he said after we'd sat down to eat.
“Right? I'm surprised it's still alive. I've been over at your place for a while.”
“Seems like forever.”
“I loved your Say Anything moment, by the way.”
“You know that movie?”
He actually looked surprised.
“Yeah, why? Black women can't love John Cusack too?”
A smile slid over his face. After we ate and put the dishes in the sink, he took me in his arms. We held each other tightly then began to kiss. This was bliss on a whole other level. We'd been together before, but this was different. The fact that we would be together for a long time to come – the rest of our lives – was more concrete this time. And it was this connection to each other that made each and every single touch that much better.
EIGHT
The next nine months went by quickly. After we got married, I decided to devote my time to charities throughout the year. This let me spend more time with Melissa, who was already a socialite and philanthropist.
Our baby - Austin Thomas Redburn - was born in September, almost a year after Josh and I had first met. After our first Christmas together, we'd fallen deeper and deeper in love. He told me that I didn't need to sign a prenuptial agreement, but I insisted on it.
His love was worth more to me than all the money in the world. And our son had formed a strong bond between us. I didn't see any sort of life away from either of the two most important men in my life. One little Christmas miracle had totally changed my life for the better.
His African Attraction
ONE
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Lacrecia
My time in The Bahamas was going well until one afternoon when I was out walking along the beach. As usual, a lot of other people were around, either playing, sunning themselves, or even reading trashy romance novels. Personally, I was on the run from my past and trying to relax. Tom, my multi-millionaire husband, had
cheated on me. When I found out, I walked out on him. I took a few of his credit cards with me, of course. He owed me more than he could ever hope to pay with money.
After our divorce was finalized, I flew to the Caribbean and found a small villa on a pristine beach. It was expensive, but he ended up paying for cheating on me literally and figuratively. Our life together had been perfect until I found out he was fucking around on the side after I had given him everything he could want in a woman. I took a deep breath and concentrated on the water, determined to enjoy myself. If I was lucky, I might even find myself.
Out of nowhere, a volleyball whizzed by my head, breaking me out of my thoughtful walk. I looked over in the direction it had come from and saw a group of young, muscled white guys all staring at me. While I wasn’t ashamed of my body, I wasn’t sure if I appreciated how they were looking at me. Then again, who was I kidding. In my early thirties, I was happy to have someone see me as sexual.
“Hey you. Throw the ball back?” one of the guys in knee length shorts and no shirt said.
I glanced at the white ball bobbing up and down in the water then back at them.
“That ball? The one that almost hit me?”
“Yeah, that one,” he said then laughed along with his friends.
“Why don't you come get it?” I asked, hands on hips.
The one who had been talking made his way over. I watched him, ogling his body as he grabbed the ball. He turned to me, holding it against my hip with his wrist. It had been a long time since I’d been with any man, and I found myself admiring the lithe, muscular body in front of me. His abs were like the ones they show on late night infomercials.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
His eyes roamed over my body.
“You’re fine. Just be careful.”
“You want to join us?” he asked.
Without a pause, I asked, “Am I on your team?”