We SHOULD fool around, but we get an unexpected visitor.

Another laugh comes from you, but it leaves your lungs somewhat awkwardly. “Skipping dinner and going right for dessert then?”

Delilah’s complexion shifts into a tinty pink hue as she starts to smile. “I hope that’s not a deal breaker.”

You approach Delilah and wrap yourself around her. The scent and warmth are all familiar, and you get a surge of excitement shot into your system before you start kissing her. Delilah makes a strange sound but silences herself as she melts and moans in your arms. “The truth couldn’t be further from your comment.”

“It’s not whorish of me to offer myself to be your present, right?” Delilah’s cheeks changed color again, losing all pink out of her complexion and going as red as a Christmas decoration on a tree.

“No,” you chuckled but wondered if that was the truth or not. “Not for me, at least.”

Delilah fidgeted even more, perhaps taking a little bit of offense at your laughter. Her eyes bounced away, looking at the toes of your shoes. You grabbed her shoulders and shook her slighter as you peered inside. “I don’t mind it, baby. I don’t need anything from you.”

“I’ve yielded a massive doubt towards you,” she muttered. You’re about to tell her she owes you nothing, but she quickly shushes you by putting her mouth over yours. She pulls away and narrows her eyes at you. “Let me pay you back one day. Properly, too. Not with sex either, but… in a way that makes me feel like we’re even.”

“Okay,” you explore her face. “Take all the time you need.”

Suddenly, the front door of the tavern bursts open. You suspected Miranda, and if not her, then another staff member of Tiny’s Tavern. You certainly did not suspect Scarlet standing there in black. Her eyes went on you and then Delilah. She straightened her back and patted her clothes. She smiled widely and then waved. “Hello.”

Delilah stammered. “Hi.”

“Scarlet?”

“It’s me,” she grins. You notice she has a small tree in her hands, already adorned by colorful lights and some small glass bulbs, golden, red, and silver, all reflective. “I assumed, I hope bravely, that you didn’t have any kind of tree to celebrate with.”

Delilah moved closer to you. “We— I mean— I don’t have a tree. I don’t think either of us do.”

Scarlet puckered her lips. “So, yeah…anyway. I got that figured out.”

Delilah jabs you softly in the ribs. “That your friend?”

Friend isn’t the word you’d use to describe what Scarlet was to you, even after she went out of her way to help you find a gift for Delilah. “A coworker,” you decide.

Scarlet walks over and hands you the tree. “You don’t have to thank me for this one.”

She regards Delilah next and winks at her, wishing her a good holiday. Scarlet says no more; instead, she leaves. Delilah takes the tree and examines the tiny tree, the scent of pine subtle over the staleness of the lobby. Apparently, Scarlet’s gone out of her way to cut a real tree down to give you this, too. You wonder where she collected all the decorations and lights for it. Regardless of this tree's size, you still feel touched by the gesture.

Instead of returning to your room as you had planned, you decided to retire to Delilah’s house and plant the tree on her window with the lights off, but the tree still illuminated the room softly, giving rough shapes to the furniture in the room. You took the opportunity to chat with Delilah again. It’s a lot of pillow talk and some childish stuff, but it doesn’t go anywhere. You both get a little tipsy from the drinks you “borrowed” from Tiny’s Tavern.

Towards the end of the bottle, Delilah has taken a seat on your lap and has been spending a fair bit of time kissing you between pauses. You partook of her kisses both willingly and even offered some of your own whenever she wasn’t kissing you.

This eventually led up to the point of slowly undressing until there wasn’t any talking. There was just the clicking of your lips against one another— the smacking of tongues, the moaning of lust. The only sense of cold you felt was the metal link of her new bracelet resting against the nape of your neck.

Your cock steadily grew in length and girth as the innocence of your interactions became corrupted by the intentions of your mood swings. You swallowed, breathed, and rubbed each other's bodies with your hands as your worlds bubbled into the confines of the living room.

Finally, in one hot breath, Delilah squealed. “I love you so much. Oh, my God.”

Your hand squeezed firmly only on her beast. You heard her voice pitch when you did this. The hardness of her nipple pushed against your palm, and this attention to detail greeted a happy pulse from your member. Delilah kisses you again, with plenty of tongue and more moaning. Her lower body is already grinding, and she’s developed so much tension in her body you know she’s dripping wet.

“Should we take this back to your bed?”

“This wouldn’t be our first time doing it on the couch,” she says between kisses. “What’s it even matter?” Delilah grabs your manhood while standing on her knees.

“Wait—“ she lowers herself before you can say the second word. Her tightness clamps down around your cock, and your breath is caught in a net of bliss. You mutter something while grabbing her waist. Delilah draws her chest closer to your face, smothering you with her bust.

You groan with her as her damp pussy lowers all the way down to your balls. Her velvet smooth insides massages at all angles whilst being complimented by a horny exertion of energy. You immediately start throbbing in the tight interior of her insides. You both begin heavy breathing while being highlighted by the Christmas lights from Scarlet’s tree.

Delilah shifts, resting herself on your lap. Her legs fold, and the flats of her feet rest on your thighs while she squirms and wiggles around you, teasing every inch of your cock as it remains within her hot depths. You curse, taking one of her nipples into your mouth. You suck tenderly and squeeze her ass hard before letting go and spanking her harshly. You feel the ripple going up her back as she moans your name, riding you faster.

You generously grabbed more and more of her ass and gave frequent spanks, alternating cheeks, making them each the same color of red. Delilah seemed to love this rough approach of intimacy. She continuously moaned, grinding her hips back and forth, working your length while it was buried inside of her flesh pipes. You felt even the slightest of movements while she was this close to you.

Eventually, your lips left her nipples, and you planted them firmly against her mouth, quieting her in a single second. Her words, like her moans, were trapped inside your mouth. Her words rattled around your teeth while she got closer to her orgasm.

She pushed away from you and whimpered. “Fu-fuck, me~... I’m close, baby. I’m going to cum on your fat fucking cock already.”

You squeezed her ass and spanked her yet again. She jolted with a yelp, which was followed by her grabbing your face and giggling. “I love it when you do that to me. It really makes me feel I’m really yours~! I like how sweet you are to me when we’re not…Haah~ not fucking~!!”

Delilah’s breath hitched as her body suddenly froze. And then, without any kind of warning, she started to tremble with a shaky voice. You felt her nails dig into your back as she finally broke into an orgasmic squeal. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!! Right there, baby! R-right there!!!”

It sounded like she was going to say more, but you felt her starting to shake uncontrollably– releasing herself all over you in a transparent squirt. You held her waist as she spent herself over you. A few words, perhaps German, came out of her lungs in confusion, almost like she had her senses leave her mind as her climax struck her nerves.

“Baby! Baby!! Oh, you’re making me cum so hard~!!” Your cock slipped out of her drenched pussy. The notion of your meat slipped out so suddenly made her overstimulated nerves react the same way she just had. She squirts over you again, this time with a harder gasp. You watch her face contort in blissful wonder in the dark while her rapid reaction kicks in. Dear Jesus, was she beautiful when she did this? You watched happily, throbbing without stimulation, wondering if you could cum by just listening and watching Delilah shower you with her girly expense.

Delilah panted, wrapping herself around you while she tried to recover. She continues to kiss you and then giggles again. “Baby, I love you so much. I know I might be a little drunk…But this is how I feel about you. I can’t see life without you, baby~!!”

She grabs your head and kisses you all over. Your cheeks, your lips, your nose, your neck, and even your forehead. “Where do you want to finish? I’ll let you cum anywhere! It’s the least I could do!” She winks her teals at you, but the color is dull in the light.