Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve, and the living room glowed with the soft flicker of string lights draped over the mantel. I lounged on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table, watching some ancient holiday special, Rudolph's nose cutting through the fog on the TV screen. The familiar tunes hummed in the background, but every few minutes, I'd catch the muffled crinkles and rustles drifting from the bedroom down the hall. Eve had poked her head out earlier, her brown hair tousled, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. "Stay put," she'd said, her voice firm but playful. "No peeking. Wrapping presents is hard enough without you snooping." That was over an hour ago. I shifted on the couch, resisting the urge to sneak a glance, until her voice finally called out, sweet and teasing. "Hey, come here. I need your opinion on something."

I pushed off the couch and padded down the hall, pushing the bedroom door open. There she was, propped back against the pillows on the bed, her lithe body on full display. She'd crafted herself into the perfect present, red satin ribbons woven into a bikini that hugged her curves, crisscrossing her chest and dipping low over her hips. A fat, festive bow sat right in the center of her chest, right between her full breasts, tied with impossible precision. Her smooth shoulders ended in soft, rounded stumps that rested innocently at her sides, and her legs stretched out long and toned beneath her.

"Want to open your present early?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with that wicked spark I loved.

Hell yes, I did. I climbed onto the bed without a second thought, straddling her hips, my hands hovering over that bow. She wiggled her stumps teasingly. "You wouldn't believe what a pain in the ass it was getting this bow just right," she quipped, her voice breathy with laughter. "Took three tries with my feet and a mirror."

I tugged at the ribbons, pulling them loose one by one, watching the red strands unravel like unwrapping the best gift under the tree. They slipped free from her skin, revealing her completely, her nipples hardening in the cool air, her skin flushed and ready. Finally, the last ribbon fell away, leaving her bare and beautiful beneath me.

"My turn to unwrap mine," she murmured, her tone shifting to command. "Stand up."

I slid off the bed and stood beside it, heart pounding as she used her legs to scoot to the edge. Her feet were nimble, practiced instruments, strong toes curling around the hem of my shirt first. "No helping," she warned, so I just leaned forward and raised my arms high, letting her hook the fabric with her toes and yank it up over my head. She tossed it aside with a flick, then moved to my pants, her heels pressing against my groin, toes working the elastic waistband over the obvious bulge. Inch by inch, she peeled them off, along with my boxers, until I stood naked, throbbing hard for her.

With a grin, she extended her legs, her feet hooking behind my calves. One smooth pull, and she drew me in close, her thighs parting invitingly. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as I helped guide her back onto the pillows. We shifted together until I knelt between her spread legs, my arms planted on the bed right beside her stumps, our faces inches apart, her breath hot against my skin.

"Hurry up and put it in," she whispered urgently, her hips lifting toward me.

I teased her first, rubbing the length of my cock along her slick folds, feeling her wetness coat me. She moaned, stumps twitching against the sheets. Then I pushed in slow, sinking deep into her tight heat. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, heels digging into my back, locking me in place like a vice. She hugged me tight with those powerful thighs, pulling me deeper with every thrust.

I hung over her, eyes locked on her face, watching her lips part in gasps, her eyes flutter shut, cheeks flush deeper. Her expressions pulled me in, the way her brows knit when I hit just right, her mouth forming silent pleas. I held back, thrusting steady and deep, until I felt her inner walls clench hard around me, her whole body shuddering as she finally went over the edge. That squeeze undid me. I groaned, pressing my full weight onto her, burying myself fully as I came, pulsing inside her, our bodies locked together in the afterglow of the best early Christmas gift ever.