Cayden moved off of me. At first, I was surprised, not knowing if he was ending things. But he reached for my hand and helped me off the couch.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said. I smiled. His bed sounded much better than making out on the couch. We walked into his room, and I led the way. Cayden caressed my ass as we walked down the hallway.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?” he asked me. “It’s the perfect shape, just like a peach.”

I smiled. I liked hearing how much Cayden liked my body. After Brad’s comments the other night, I was beginning to think that my body was terrible. Hearing compliments from Cayden pushed all of those thoughts far out of my head. Cayden liked me, no matter what size I was.

We walked into Cayden’s bedroom and he threw me down on the bed.

“Take your shirt off,” he said. I obliged, taking off my sweater. It felt good to get off, the itchy material was rubbing against my bare breasts.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your breasts?” Cayden asked. He leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I was so turned on by hearing him talk about my body. As he sucked on my nipples, I stroked his head. He continued to suck my nipples and his hand wandered down to my open thighs. He rubbed my pussy through my jeans, making me even wetter. He knew where to touch me and how to touch me.

He undid my belt and I raised my hips off the bed to help him take off my jeans. The jeans shimmied down my legs, revealing a red thong.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your pussy?” Cayden asked. He moved my thong to the side and put one finger inside of me.

“You are so wet,” he said. “Did you miss me?”

I nodded. I’d been sexually frustrated the past couple of days. I’d masturbated a few times thinking about Cayden, but it was nothing like the real thing. My body craved him.

“It did,” I said. I moved closer to his body, eager for his finger to reach further inside of me. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Every inch of me missed you too,” he said. His voice, looks and hands were turning me on – big time.

“That’s a lot of inches.” I offered him a smile.

“All for you, baby.” He slid another finger inside of me. “Use it for your pleasure tonight, hm?”

I nodded. “I plan to.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, placing a third finger inside of me. He slowly began to finger fuck me. My body moved along with his fingers.

“I want to see you naked,” I told Cayden. For some reason, I always seemed to be undressed before he was. “Take your pants off.”

He grinned and removed his fingers from me. “So demanding.” He stood up from the bed and removed his shirt and pants. He stood in front of me in his boxers. If I didn’t get anything else for Christmas, I would be happy. He was all that I needed.

“Take those off, too,” I said, pointing to his boxers. He listened to my command, sliding the boxers off his legs. His cock stood straight ahead, waiting for me.

“Like this?” He lifted an eyebrow feigning being shy.

“Exactly like that,” I said. I moved off the bed, my want turning into a need. After dropping to my knees, I took his cock in my hands and began to stroke it. Cayden closed his eyes and threw his head back.

“That feels so good,” he said.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” I told him. I leaned in to his cock, running my tongue in circles over the head.

“You’re so good at this,” Cayden said. He was feeding me with compliments tonight, and I was gladly accepting them. I took his cock in my mouth and began to slowly move it in and out of my mouth. He put his hands on my head, pushing me closer to his body. I took the full length of his cock into my mouth. I reached down and played with his balls. It was something that I’d failed to pay attention to in the past.

“Goddamn,” Cayden moaned. I could tell that he liked it. “You’re going to make me come.”

While I wanted him to come, I also wanted to feel him deep inside of me. I took his cock out of my mouth, licking it clean of any pre-come.

“Fuck me,” I said, standing up. I moved toward the bed and leaned against it. My stomach and breasts were on the mattress and my ass was in the air. Cayden leaned down, and I felt his tongue dart in and out of my pussy.

“Let’s get you nice and ready,” he said. He worked me for a while before moving back and grabbing a condom.

I gripped the sheets and panted, my imagination running wild.

The minute he put his hands on my waist, his cock entered me. The force of his thrust was amazing, better than I remembered. He slowly began to pump his dick in and out of me, but soon picked up the pace. I reached down and began to play with my clit.

“Fuck me harder,” I commanded him with a shaky voice. He picked up the pace rapidly. I heard his body slapping against mine. It was a steady sound.

“I’m going to come!” Cayden groaned. I rubbed my clit furiously as I felt his release.

“I’m coming, too,” I said. My body continued to shake with an orgasm as I rubbed my clit. Finally, my orgasm subsided, and I collapsed on the bed. Shortly after, Cayden laid next to me.

“Damn, I missed that,” Cayden said. He was breathless. Although it hadn’t been that long since our last hookup, it felt a lot longer than it had been. With sex that good, we would have to see each other a lot more often.

Cayden reached over and grabbed my hand. I closed my eyes, thinking of where I was in life. I was in Cayden’s bed, on Christmas Eve. Even at Thanksgiving, I would have never imagined that my life was about to take such a drastic turn. I didn’t want to be anywhere else on Christmas Eve. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or not, but I almost wanted to tell Cayden that I would take him up on his offer to go to his parents’ house tomorrow.

Before I could bring anything up, I heard my phone ringing in the kitchen. I groaned. No one called me unless it was important. I wrapped a blanket around me and walked out into the kitchen. The phone stopped ringing before I got there. I’d missed the call. I retrieved the phone out of my purse, hoping it wasn’t Brad. I didn’t feel like dealing with him after the amazing sex that I just had with Cayden. I looked down at the phone. It was my mom. What did she want?

I took the phone back to the bedroom with me, getting into bed with Cayden.

“Everything okay?” he asked. I shook my head.

“My mom called me,” I told him. “I should probably call her back, but I really don’t want to talk to her.”

“Maybe it’s about Christmas,” Cayden said. “You should at least call her back to see what she wants.”

He was right. She probably was calling me about tomorrow. I’d already told her that I wasn’t coming. I dialed her number.

“Tiffany,” her voice came across the line. “Why didn’t you answer my call?”

I groaned. I knew it was a bad idea to call her. I could tell by her tone of voice that she had been drinking. It wasn’t a surprise.

“Sorry, Mom,” I said. “It was in the other room. What’s going on?”

“Tomorrow is Christmas,” she said. “I thought I would call to tell you our plans. We’re going to eat around six, so I suggest that you come over before that.”

“I told you that I’m not coming,” I said.

“You’re coming,” she said. “It’s non-negotiable. You’re just lucky that I’m not making you bring anything. See you tomorrow.” With that, she hung up the phone. I put my phone down on the side table.

“I guess I’m going to my mom’s tomorrow,” I told Cayden. I wasn’t happy about it, but I knew that my mom was right. It was non-negotiable.

“I can go with you if it would make you more comfortable,” Cayden said. His words surprised me.

“I don’t want to make you do that,” I told him. “Plus, you have a functional family to hang out with on Christmas. I’m not about to take you away from Austin on Christmas so you can attend my shitshow of a family dinner.”

Cayden grabbed my hand.

“My family does lunch,” he said. “Austin is going to be so busy with his toys that I’ll be the last thing on his mind. He won’t even notice I’m gone.”

Cayden was probably telling the truth. I remembered Christmases growing up. I would play with my toys all day long, not even taking time to eat a meal. I was sure that Austin would be the same way. Even so, I still wasn’t sure if I wanted him to come to Christmas with me.

“It might be awkward,” I said. “I don’t want to introduce you to my crazy mother. She might scare you away.”

Cayden laughed.

“Nothing will scare me away,” he said. “I’ll go with you. It could be a good thing.”

“I doubt it,” I said. “There is no such thing as a good thing and my mother. Really, I don’t think you want to be exposed to that on Christmas Day. I wouldn’t want her ruining your holiday.”

“I’m going with you,” Cayden said. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Just text me tomorrow and let me know what time to come and pick you up.”

I sighed. He obviously had made up his mind and I wasn’t going to fight him. Maybe he was right. Maybe I would be less uncomfortable with him there. Maybe my mom wouldn’t be such a bitch with a stranger in her house. She tended to put on her best façade around other people.

“I should head home,” I said. Cayden nodded.

“I should get back to my mom’s,” Cayden said. “Thank you for coming over tonight.”

I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.

“Thank you for an amazing orgasm,” I said, laughing. We both got out of bed and began to get dressed. I’d really wanted to stay in the warm bed with him, but I knew that he had to get to his parents’ house. Hopefully I could spend the night sometime soon. I wanted to sleep next to him and feel his body against mine throughout the night.

I went back to the living room to retrieve my bra. Once I was fully dressed, I walked to Cayden’s front door and put on my boots. Cayden walked around and turned off all the lights. He grabbed the dinosaur from his kitchen table. I was glad that he had remembered it, because I’d totally forgotten that it was why we originally came here.

“Merry Christmas, Tiffany,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.