He opens the door and I see he decorated for me, the Christmas tree was up with the ornaments that I gift to him as a family tradition one each Christmas. He helps me off with my coat and I press his cheek to mine, I kiss him, taking in his masculine scent. He locks eyes with me, I know he is reading my thoughts. We both avert our eyes, our closeness confuses us both, there's a tightness between us, like a jute rope that pulled so tight the strands are starting to pop, dying to be released. I fantasize every time I tease him, a simple kiss that will keep my pussy wet for days dreaming about what I could have done.