Page 11 of Unwrapping His Gift
“So you can’t just be dressing up as Santa, right?” she asks, hanging her coat by the door. “I mean, it must be fun having girls fawn over you and wanting to sit on your lap, but it can’t be bringing in the bucks to afford a place like this.”
“Oh, so you like my apartment?” I ask. I do happen to live in one of the fanciest buildings in town that just went up at the beginning of this year.
“I’m not even going to answer that,” she replies, giving me a playful smile. “Seriously though, Craig. What do you do?”
We both kick off our shoes by the door and take a seat on the couch. I sip my green tea. It’s as bland as ever. Just as I like it. Daisy remembers suddenly that she has her latte in her hand and takes a sip. I watch her whole face light up.
“Good?” I ask.
She nods vigorously. “So good! Tastes just like Christmas!”
“Great.” I smile. “Well, back to what we were talking about, at school I got my law degree and will be heading to law school next year at Harvard.”
“Wow, smarty pants,” she teases.
“And regarding my family, I’m far more independent from them now. I make my own money in a small tech company that a few of my friends and I started up during our sophomore year helping advertisers optimize where to spend their money, and I just do the Santa thing for kicks.”
“Geez, Craig, is there anything you’renotgood at?” Daisy asks, taking another sip of her latte.
“Taking girls to prom?” I suggest. We both laugh. “I still feel terrible about that, Daisy. We never got to have our prom dance. Our prom kiss...”
I’m pushing it. I know I am. But I just can’t help myself. Daisy is just too beautiful. It’s like I can feel a gravitational force from her body just tugging at me, and I’m completely helpless against it. There’s simply nothing I can do.
Her eyes lock with mine.
Five years. Five years that feel like fifteen.
“Our prom…other things,” she says back, her voice quiet.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I set my tea aside and move in for the kill. Her lips are so plump, and there’s nothing between us, so I just go right for them. If she moves away fine. But at least no one will be able to say I didn’t try.
But she doesn’t. She doesn’t move away.
Our lips touch, and it’s like fireworks exploding all around us.Is this real? Is this really happening?
I slip one hand inside her shirt and cup her breast. It’s warm and soft, perky and feels like heaven in my hand. I feel myself getting hard quickly, my manhood pressing against the fabric of my pants. Daisy kisses me back, igniting my passions even further, and it sends me over the edge.
I tear at her clothes like an animal, unwrapping her like a gift left out for me beneath the tree. Christmas hasn’t come quite yet, but she’s my present, and I absolutely must have hernow.
And I can if I want to, right? After all, IamSanta!
I press her back onto the couch beneath me as I undress her. She lets out a moan as I grasp both of her breasts and squeeze. They’re like two perfect globes in my hands. My cock is swelled completely between my thighs now, almost painfully, screaming to be let loose. I didn’t even realize how much my primal instincts had flared up inside me. I was so busy explaining myself and the last five years to Daisy that all I was focused on was her and whether or not she would accept my explanation. But now that that’s over, all I can focus on is how badly I want her.
I slide a hand up her inner thigh, causing her to gasp and break our kiss. But at the same time, our eyes lock, and she looks up at me with an expression that goes right to my core. Lust, innocence, desire, expectation – it’s all there. But most of all, trust.
She’s waiting for my next move, and she trusts me enough to give herself to me despite the history between us. And that causes a spark to ignite in my heart like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I let my lips graze gently against hers as I continue up her thigh with my fingers. Then I feel it: warmth, wetness, her womanhood nice and ready for me. I don’t hesitate.
I slip my middle finger inside. I do it gently, giving her time to get used to it, but still the look on her face as it goes in is enough to nearly cause me to explode in my pants.
Her jaw drops, a moan escapes her lips, and she whispers my name. “Craig…”
I ease my finger in and out of her, curling up from the second knuckle, feeling that sweet spot that will drive her wild as I begin to tug my pants down with the other hand. I’ve got to get myself undressed now too.
Daisy starts to sway her hips slightly and pulls at my shirt.
“Give me all of you,” she tells me.