Page 18 of Unwrapping Ember
"Thanks. It really does feel like the holidays now," I reply, sensing that she carries a secret in those captivating eyes of hers—Koda was right.
But she seems genuinely happy now, finally loosening up and laughing, so there's no need to dwell on painful memories. She hangs the last ornament and steps back, admiring her handywork as the twinkling Christmas lights reflect in her eyes.
"It's stunning, guys," she declares.
"I can think of something else that's stunning," I say as I approach her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder while pressing my cock against her, letting her feel howmuch I want her.
"You're such a flirt, Ev," she teases, shivering as my body responds to her proximity, stirring up an overwhelming desire to bend her over and fuck her right here, right now.
I plant a soft kiss on her neck and whisper, "You did an amazing job, really."
She smiles and leans into me, the tension leaving her body. I wrap my arms around her, soaking in the warmth of the season and her presence, surrounded by the festive glow of the Christmas lights.
As she nestles against me, an overwhelming urge to protect her and make her feel cherished sweeps over me. But alongside that desire is an equally fierce hunger to claim her as mine. It's a conflicting feeling; for now, I'm content just holding her close, but this feeling can only last for so long before the need to have her consumes me fully.
The gentle sound of Christmas music fills the room, and I sway slightly with her in my arms, relishing the simple beauty of the moment. Her breathing gradually steadies, and I realize that perhaps she needs this as much as I do.
I press a soft kiss to the top of her head and whisper, "I've got you." When she looks up at me, her beautiful eyes shining, my heart skips a beat under the twinkling lights.
I sit down and pull Ember onto my lap, positioning her perfectly against me. Her eyes shimmer as she meets my gaze, her cheeks flushed from the drinks. Biting her bottom lip, she starts to remove the garland from around her neck, but I catch the end of it, tugging gently to tighten it around her.
"Why are you taking it off?" I question, my brow raised in a challenging manner that lets her know that I’ve got something else on my mind.
"Do you want me to wear it?" She asks playfully.
I nod, a smirk tugging at my lips. "We can have some fun with it... if you're up for it," I whisper, my hand slipping between her legs. My fingers trace the warm, smooth skin of her thighs, making her body tremble with anticipation.
"Oh, I'mdefinitely up for it," Ember purrs breathlessly, reaching down to stroke my eager cock through my pants, sending a shiver through me.
Her body moves in rhythm with my touch, and we lose ourselves in the moment, reveling in the heat of our connection as Koda and Baine watch with evident hunger. The tension between us builds as I lean in to kiss Ember, her soft lips igniting a fire within me. I can sense her craving, and I'm eager to satisfy it. She teasingly unbuttons my shirt one button at a time, maintaining eye contact that sends fiery sparks between us.
Koda and Baine inch closer, their hands exploring Ember's curves as they watch us with intense longing. Ember's fingers glide down my chest and slide around to my back, setting off a primal response as I kiss her neck, feeling her nails dig into my back. The air is thick with our heavy breaths and the soft sounds of desire spilling from our lips.
The four of us find ourselves wrapped in a passionate embrace, exploring one another in a whirlwind of ecstasy. The dim light of the room, cast by the twinkling decorations above, creates a sultry glow around our entwined forms, heightening the intoxicating atmosphere. Ember's laughter pierces through the heat of the moment as she playfully nudges Koda away, drawing all of my attention back to her.
"You know, I’ve always loved Christmas," she confides, her breath warm against mine. "There’s something magical about it—like anything is possible."
I smirk, leaning in to catch her gaze. "And what do you want to make possible this year?"
Her eyes spark with playful mischief, and for a brief moment, time stands still. "Maybe something a little naughtier than usual," she whispers, her voice dropping an octave that sends chills down my spine.
With a playful tug, she pulls on the garland around her neck, and I watch as the strands accentuate the delicate curve of her collarbone. The sight stirs a dangerous desire within me, a reminder of how much I fucking want her. Koda and Baine now stand in the background,their focus completely on Ember, but it’s clear I’m the one she’s chosen to be close to tonight.
Baine, sensing the charged atmosphere, chuckles, “Looks like we’ve got the makings of a holiday party.”
“Indeed,” Koda agrees. “But remember, the party’s just getting started.”
Ember's fingers find my hair, tugging softly as if inviting me to lean in closer. I take the hint, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss deepens, igniting a fire that blooms in the pit of my stomach. My hands slide to her waist, fingers sinking into the softness of her skin while she presses against me, her body a perfect fit. With a swift gesture, Koda and Baine each take a seat beside us, creating a semicircle that feels intimate yet electrifying.
“We’re going to make sure tonight is unforgettable,” Koda murmurs, his eyes roaming over Ember’s body, and though I feel a small twinge of possessiveness, a part of me knows it’s this bond that makes everything even more thrilling.
“Unforgettable how?” Ember teases, her voice laced with honey—an invitation laced with challenge.
“Well,” Baine leans forward, a smirk dancing on his lips. “We could start with some holiday games. Or maybe we could create our own traditions.”
The desire in Ember’s eyes matches my own, and as warmth courses through me, I nod in agreement. “I like that idea,” I say, fingers still trailing along Ember’s thigh, maintaining the simmering connection. “Why not start right now?”
With the suggestion hanging in the air, we settle into a playful exchange of banter, laughter, and looks that hold promises yet to be fulfilled. The garland around Ember’s neck becomes a playful piece of our foreplay; I can see the way her eyes flicker with excitement as she flitters between the banter of the three of us. Just as laughter fills the cozy room, the atmosphere shifts—an undercurrent of tension simmeringbeneath the surface. Ember bites her lip again, teasing her way through the evening as she leans back against me, dangerously close to igniting a spark we all sense but can’t fully express yet.