Page 64 of Unwrap Him

He narrows his gaze at me, but says nothing more, simply taking my chin in his fingers and kissing me, slow and warm and so goddamn erotic, I’m melting all over the place.

We put on another movie, watching while we snuggle up, the sun having long since dipped into the ocean outside our windows. I can’t say I’m not desperate to rip off my boxers and climb onto his lap right now, but I keep reminding myself the reward will be so much better if I wait.

So the teasing touches stay that way, and eventually, we both doze off.

When I open my eyes, it’s dark in the room, minus the lights from the Christmas tree. I’m reclined on my back, and James is lying on top of me with his head on my abs. I think he’s drooling on me a little, which is so cute, I can’t help but beam. I take a moment to comb my fingers through his mussy strands of dark hair, admiring the perfectly chiseled lines of his face, contours showing in the shadows of low light.

But then I pause. Crap… How am I going to get out from under him??

My mind drifts, and I remember my sleepwalking. James says I rarely do it anymore, since we moved. And I think on some level, it’s definitely because of us. Because with him, I’m settled.

I have no reason to get up out of a bed we share together. It’s the only place I really want to be.

Attempting to wriggle myself free, I slide out from under him, as slowly as possible, trying my absolute hardest not to wake him.

It works. But unfortunately, I fall right off the couch with a thud, shushing myself.

He’s still asleep. Thank God.

Getting up and keeping quiet, I tiptoe over to the hall closet to get all the decorations needed for my special, sexy gift.

My eyes are on James the whole time, while I slip out of my boxers and get dressed up accordingly. I’m jittering with excitement.

I can’t wait for him to see me like this. He’s going to freak out…

My dick is already hard while I sneak back into the living room. On the TV, I turn on one of those fake fireplace videos to give us some ambience.

I love it down here, sure, but at times like this, I sort of miss the fireplace. The snow falling outside while we’re warm and toasty inside… It’s the Christmas vibe I’m used to.

Although, we are making new traditions. Maybe tomorrow we can do some Christmas skinny dipping in the ocean… That sounds like fun.

Taking one final long breath to calm myself down, I sink back onto the couch by James’s feet. I crawl over him, minding my package—LOL—and take a piece of the silver tinsel hanging around my neck, using it to tickle his chest.

I can’t help but giggle quietly while I tease him. This is so fun already. He’s gonna lose his mind.

Only a few more seconds of messing with him and he starts to shift, eyes slowly creeping open.

“What are you doing, kid…” he mumbles sleepily, grabbing me by the waist. “C’mere…”

He yanks me down, eyes closing again as he pulls me in to cuddle. Bubbles of laughter leave my lips.

“James… Goddamnit. Wake up and look at what I’m wearing.”

He freezes, and his eyes reopen once more, this time taking in my ensemble. They widen.

“What the hell… is this?” He flicks at one of the bows covering my nipple.

“I’m your Christmas gift, Daddy.” I smirk, cocking a brow at him. “You wanna unwrap me?”

In a flash, he’s up.

Letting out a growl, he flips me onto my back, hovering over me to get a good look at my outfit. The gleam in his eyes is wickedly mischievous, gradually sliding down over the bows, the tinsel, landing on the literal wrapping paper surrounding my cock.

“Holy night…” he whispers, and I laugh. His lips curl, gray eyes flinging back up to mine. “You did this for me?”

I nod slowly. “Mhmm… You deserve a special gift, baby.”

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine until I’m trembling. “You are… the most perfect gift I could ever receive, sweet thing.”

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