The Christmas Present

Your feet drag as you walk down the hotel hallway, with your briefcase banging against your knee. 

It’s been a brutal day; back-to-back meetings, stuffy conference rooms, and people arguing over numbers like it’s life or death. 

Your tie’s half untied, your neck’s stiff, and you’re running on fumes. It’s two weeks before Christmas, and Chicago’s alive outside with twinkling lights and shoppers elbowing through crowds, but up here on the 12th floor, it’s dead quiet. 

You fumble with the keycard, swipe it, and push the door open. You smell baked cookies and stopped, squinting. 

The room’s not how you left it. The lights are off, and there's a handful of candles on the nightstand. Your eyes adjust, and then you spot me.

I’m on the bed, propped up on one elbow, and looking at you with a small grin. I’m wearing nothing but a wide red ribbon wrapped around my torso, tied in a big bow across my chest, and my hair’s loose, a little messy. 

“Hey,” I say. “Bad day?”

Your briefcase slips from your hand and hits the carpet with a soft thud. You just stand there, mouth half-open, eyes locked on me. 

“Uh… what’s going on?” you ask when you finally find your voice, staring like you’re not sure you trust your eyes.

I laugh and pat the bed next to me. “Come on, sit down. You look like you got run over by a truck.” 

You blink, but you shake your head and let your coat slide off. You kick off your shoes and take a step closer.

You sit on the edge of the bed, close enough that I can smell the faint cologne clinging to your shirt. I reach out and let my fingers brush your jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble. 

“Seriously, you okay?” I ask softly, my thumb grazing your cheek. You let out a long breath, like you’ve been holding it all day, and your hand lands on my side, right where the ribbon sits. It’s smooth under your fingers, but you’re more focused on the warmth of my skin underneath.

“Am I okay?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one half-naked with a bow on.” 

“Fair point,” I say, leaning closer. “But I figured you could use a present after today. No pressure, though… your call.” 

I pull back just enough to look at you, and your eyes are on me, taking in every detail.

You don’t say anything for a second, then suddenly you lean in and kiss me softly. I kiss you back, my hands sliding to your shoulders as the kiss slowly deepens. You taste like coffee and mint gum, and I can feel the tension in you start to melt. 

“Damn,” you murmur against my lips, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. “You’re just… crazy.”

I laugh again and kiss you. 

“You love my crazy,” I say, my fingers tugging at your tie. It comes loose with a soft pull, and I toss it aside. “You’re way too dressed for this, by the way.” 

I start on your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. I can tell you’re trying to play it cool, but your eyes give you away.

“Hold up,” you say, grabbing my wrist gently with a half-smile on your face. “You’re just gonna unwrap me like that?”

“Yup,” I say, popping another button. “Unless you’re gonna make me wait.” 

You shake your head and let go of my wrist, and I finish the shirt, pushing it off your shoulders. My hands slide over your chest, feeling the solid warmth of you, and you let out a soft sigh, like you’re finally starting to relax.

I swing a leg over to straddle your lap, and the ribbon slips just a bit as I move. Your hands go to my hips as you say, “This ribbon’s killing me.” You tug at it, testing the knot.

“Don’t rip it,” I say before leaning in to kiss your neck. “I worked hard on this bow.” 

You chuckle and your hands slide up my sides, fingers grazing the edge of the ribbon. I’m warm under your touch, and I make a little sound when your thumb brushes a sensitive spot, which makes you pause.

“You good?” you ask, pulling back to check my face, your hands still on my hips.

“Very good,” I say, grinning, and I kiss you again. Your hands wander freely, exploring the bare skin above and below the ribbon.

You tug at the ribbon again, and this time the knot gives way. The red satin falls around my waist, pooling on the bed, and I’m all bare in front of you.

You freeze for a second, just looking, and then you let out a slow breath. “Jesus,” you say, almost to yourself, and I laugh, feeling a little shy but mostly thrilled by the way you’re staring.

“Like your present?” I ask, tilting my head.

“Best one I’ve ever gotten,” you say honestly. You pull me close and me hard, caressing me all over.

Your hands find the spots that make me shiver, and soon, you're pinning me to the mattress and kissing me all over.

Soon, you're getting rid of all your clothes, lining your cock up and pushing into my ready pussy. 

You fuck me so well, kissing me and maintaining your perfect pace until we're both cumming.

Once you pull out, you pull me in and wrap your arms around me protectively. 

I curl up against you, resting my head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat slow down. Your fingers trace lazy circles on my shoulder.

“Merry Christmas,” I say.

You laugh softly and say, “It’s not even Christmas yet.”

“Close enough,” I mumble and snuggle closer. You kiss the top of my head and place one hand on my hip.

“You’re staying, right?” you ask after a few seconds pass.

I tilt my head up and meet your eyes. “Try getting rid of me,” I say.

You grin and pull me tighter. 

Did I inspire you? Get in touch to create our own naughty story 💕