“Come with me,” I ordered, detaching myself from his lips.

He took my hand and followed me up the stairs. The whole house was dimly lit, with only the Christmas decorations lighting the rooms.

“Where are you taking me?” he whispered.

“You really have to ask that?” I replied. “Don’t worry nobody is home.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’m starting to like the idea of you being on my naughty list.”

We moved into my bedroom. “If anyone deserves to be on a naughty list, it’s you, Mister!”

Tommy’s eyebrow arched and his lips spread into a smile. “I wouldn’t say no,” he said with a laugh. “But right now, you’re going to have to hand over the reins… Get on the bed. Your Secret Santa has another gift for you.” Tommy dropped his jacket to the floor.

I giggled and contemplated defying him and taking charge, but he began to advance towards me, stripping me of my robe.

He took his time to peel off the rest of my clothes; my boots came next, then my pajama bottoms. He held my arms up and slipped my camisole up and over, trailing his hands deliciously over my skin as he did so, revealing my breasts in the process. I was left standing with nothing on but my panties.

He came closer, leaned me back and ran his finger lightly over my quivering body. Still dressed, he met my lips again, lifted me up from beneath, until we were lying in the center of the bed.

Finally, with my hands free, I was able to touch his body, feel the tautness of the muscles beneath his shirt and the hardness of his swollen member pressing into my leg. He let out a soft moan before pushing me away from him and standing at the end of my bed.

He removed his clothing while I stared in awe. I caught myself wondering when he found time to work out. His body was already shiny with sweat, and the dim light glistened off his defined abs. His black underwear protruded where the stiffness of his erection lifted it like a tent.

Tommy grabbed my feet and pulled me back toward the end of the bed as easily as if I weighed nothing. His hands reached out to my sides and tugged my underwear off. He breathed hard and raised an eyebrow before pressing and nestling himself between my legs, spreading me open.

The man was an expert in torture.

With deliberate leisureliness, he removed his one remaining article of clothing, flashed me a devilish smile, and then watched my reaction as he nudged his cock closer.

I let out a gasp as the bulb of his shaft made contact, and my back arched in pleasure. He teased me with his tip as he ran his hands all over my body. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he had more than two hands. My whole body was tingling and tense with anticipation.

Tommy leaned over me and swept a lock of hair away from my face and kissed me.

“I love you, Shae,” he declared as he entered me. “I always have.”

I gasped in reply, my senses overwhelmed. I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my lips.

And then we were dancing, moving in perfect rhythm. Sweat clung to both of our bodies. He took my hand in his, our fingers interlocked, and with a tenderness I didn’t expect, moved deep inside of me.

Tommy was gentle in his forcefulness. Overpowering yet considerate. He barely took his eyes off me, watching for my response and adjusting accordingly. He bent my limbs to his will, putting me into positions that had me panting and screaming for more.

At one point he lifted me up to straddle him, and our bodies were so close. Face to face; our eyes were an inch apart. My legs were wrapped around him while he kneeled on the bed. His strong hands held my butt and slowly moved me up and down upon his shaft. All I had to do was cling on for dear life as he tortured my pussy, getting faster with each stroke.

My toes curled, and I bit my lip as the wave began to build, it was then he really showed me what he was made of and started to drill into me, hard, unrelenting. The bed squeaked and the headboard banged.

His confidence wooed me and I was soon screaming again as he pumped into me.

“That’s right my naughty girl; you’re mine.”

He exploded within me, his eyes shut tight. I squeezed my legs around him never wanting the moment to end, relishing the feel of him inside me.

Soon we lay exhausted in our embrace, each searching for air through blissful smiles. Though I supposed, I was more shell-shocked than anything.

“Don’t look so glum; I’m far from done with you yet. Christmas has barely begun. I have many more ‘gifts’ to give you, and we have a dirty, naughty list to write together,” Tommy said as he pulled me tighter and kissed me.