Page 28 of Secret Santa

He pulled gently on my hair, forcing my eyes to look up into his. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see his own gemstone eyes fill with the truth of his words. I loved what I saw reflected there. Melted at the words he spoke, and the way he touched me as he said them.

“I love how soft you are.” He rolled me to my back, straddling my hips, and burying his face in my neck. “How welcoming you feel when I do this.”

He pressed his boxer clad erection between my legs, exposed by the open crease of my robe.

“Everyone values different things, Priscilla. But I will never pass up the opportunity to show you just how beautiful I think you are, or how that beauty affects me.”

My robe fell away as Presley’s warm hands took a slow journey down my body. His hands on my skin felt otherworldly. After the magical moments in the shower, his gentle care of me afterward, and exposing to him the largest source of my shame—his hands on me felt as if he spread a soothing balm on all the exposed pieces that still ached. It was both sensual and soothing concurrently. An action that burned slow and warm in core.

His lips and tongue made languorous passes of each nipple, spreading that heat from my core through my whole body. My racing pulse sang a song written just for Presley. Every time Presley said my name, I felt the vibration echo in every synapse of my nervous system.

“I want you on top princess.” He whispered in my ear, tugging at my earlobe with his teeth. “Last time I didn’t get to appreciate this body of yours, and I want a front row seat to every inch while I’m inside you.”

He trapped my protests in a heated kiss. Every time I pulled away, he’d drown me in another round of mind melting heat. While he kissed, his fingers journeyed down my body, pressing between my legs, and manipulating my clit with such focused attention I was already seeing stars. Presley used that moment of weakness to flip us and position me over his hips.

He passed me the condom with a wink and tucked his hands behind his head while he watched the “show” of me rolling it on and pushing him into me. The moment he was seated he took over, rocking me gently back and forth.

“I’ll never get enough.” He panted, rolling my nipples between his fingers, “Fuck. Priscilla.” His hips shot off the bed, his cock pressing deeper into me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this. I’m a goner, Priscilla, well and truly.”

The closer we got to going over, the more flowery words spilled from his lips. Words that shouldn’t feel so right between people who had only known each other for a month. Despite my brain saying they shouldn’t, they did. They felt like sinking into a warm bath in the middle of winter. They soothed like sheets right out of the dryer. The switch ticked even further away from “falling” to well and truly fallen, head over heels, for Presley Murray.

ChapterSeventeen

I didn’t want to leave. While we lay tangled in her sheets, her warm, naked body pressed up against mine, we still existed in a magical bubble that housed no one but the two of us. I wasn’t ready to let go of that yet. Despite my phone lighting up the room with incoming text messages every few seconds.

Group Text from Beckett: Hey hunka, hunka, burning love…if you’re finished loving her tender, it’s now or never bro…we’re supposed to fly back home in a few hours

Harris: yeah ?? it’s time to return to sender

Cash: Do I even want to know?

Beckett: Don’t be cruel big brother, he can’t help falling in love

Cash: ????

Cash: Oh…I get it. Elvis songs

Harris: It looks like the Hair theory > Vegas theory

Cash: Though, Elvis is the king of Vegas, so technically wouldn’t Priscilla be a merging of both theories?

Harris: ??

Presley: It’s 5 in the morning.

Presley: Can we try a little less conversation

Presley: ????

“Mmmtimeisit?” Priscilla mumbled beneath the covers.

“Barely five o’clock,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I have to take my brothers to the airport, otherwise I’d happily stay in bed with you.”

“I gotta get up for the morning rush at the diner anyway.” She groaned, rolling onto her back, and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“I’ll swing by and see you later?” I asked, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her softness.

Sure, I needed to get my brothers to the airport. But a few more minutes appreciating the woman who smiled every time I pressed my lips to hers deserved to start her day with a smile.

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