“So…open it. Actually, open everything but the small, flat one.”
The box was filled with various individually wrapped gifts. I opened them one by one: Christmas flannel pajamas, a hot cocoa kit, a stuffed white kitten, and a new Kindle. I finally knew what I was doing tonight.
“You shouldn’t be alone tonight. I was thinking those things could help.”
“I absolutely love them.” Cradling the stuffed animal, I said, “Especially my own version of Kitty.”
He smiled. “Put the pajamas on. I want to see you in them.”
“Okay.”
Taking my time, I lifted off my shirt. As I slipped off my bra, Channing’s eyes focused on my breasts. Desire pooled between my legs. I would have given anything for him to be here right now, to feel his scruffy beard on my skin.
Once I had the pajamas on, I said, “These are so comfy, thank you.”
“Okay, open the last thing.”
After removing the wrapping, I began to open the flat, black box. Inside was a thin strand of authentic pearls.
“Oh, my God. A pearl necklace.” Then, I started to laugh because I realized why he’d chosen this.
“Not the kind I wish I could give you tonight. But I figured you deserved a real one, unlike the one that dude online and myself would like to give you.”
“An actual one!” Running my fingers along the smooth beads before putting it on, I said, “This is so beautiful. I’ve never actually owned pearls.”
“I thought it would look nice around your delicate neck. Anyway, I have one more small thing for you. I’m emailing it to you tomorrow. I’m not finished with it.”
Feeling ashamed, I said, “You’ve gotten me multiple gifts, and I didn’t get you anything.”
“You can make it up to me another time.”
“I need to do something for you tonight. It’s Christmas.” Something occurred to me. The one thing I could give him right now. “Are you alone?”
“Mom’s taking a nap, so yeah.”
“Why don’t you sit back…”
“What do you have in mind?”
“There’s not much I can do from here,” I said as I began unbuttoning the flannel pajama top. My nipples stiffened as they hit the air.
The room was completely still as Channing stayed quietly focused on me. He wasn’t smiling or laughing. He was transfixed, his eyes growing hazy and filling with need by the second.
His tone was demanding. “Take everything off but the necklace, and take me to your room.”
I did as he said, carrying my laptop to my bedroom.
Once situated on my bed and fully naked, I fiddled with the pearls and asked, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to watch you make yourself come.”
He’d unzipped his jeans. The tip of his hard cock was sticking out of the top of his boxer briefs.
I positioned the computer in a way that he could see my entire body. Bending my head back, I started to masturbate. There was nothing sexier than the sounds of his moans as he began to jerk himself off while watching me.
Gyrating my hips and curling my toes, I kept circling my swollen clit. I’d never done anything like this before and wondered why it had taken me so long. The need was so much more intense when distance was put between us.
My orgasm rolled through me fast and furiously. Channing groaned out in pleasure. Peeking at the screen through my legs, I could see his fist pumping his engorged cock as cum spurted out. That was an amazingly erotic sight.
When he finally stopped, his head stayed back. His shoulders were rising and falling. He was quiet for a while then wiped his eyes with his sleeve. When his eyes finally met mine again, they were red.
Holy shit.
I took my finger to the screen and traced it along his face. “Are you crying?”
He sniffled and shook his head as if mad at himself. “I just got a little emotional. Can’t say that’s ever happened to me while jerking off before.”
The fact that I couldn’t hold him, couldn’t comfort him was pure torture.
His voice was hoarse. “I’m trying so fucking hard.”
We stared at each other for a while. He’d told me he loved me several times. But I think this was the first moment that it actually had sunk in. This man really loved me. I saw it more clearly than ever. Seeing the tears he was trying to fight, the emotions that a simple sexual act could ignite, I knew. Channing was scared to lose me. He’d been acting calm and controlled and trying to give me space, but he was really hurting.
Any shred of doubt I had about his feelings for me was obliterated in that moment.***Later that night, I was sitting alone in my new flannel pajamas drinking the cocoa he’d sent me with a big peppermint stick inside the mug when a text came in.Channing: You sleigh me.