“You feel so good,” he whispered against my neck, his stubble tickling my skin. “And you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I reached back to thread my fingers through hishair, tugging gently as he hit that perfect spot inside me. “I wanted to give you something special to remember our first Christmas together.”
Diego chuckled, the vibration of his chest against my back sending shivers through me. “You’re already the best gift I’ve ever unwrapped.”
His hand worked my cock in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the sensitive head, collecting the pre-cum that had formed there. I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. I didn’t want to break the stillness and magic of this morning together.
“Keep going,” I whispered, pushing back against him. “Don’t stop, Diego.”
He grunted softly, picking up the pace just a little. His cock dragged against my prostate with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. The warmth of his skin against mine, the sound of his breathing getting more ragged as we fucked… it was intoxicating.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” Diego whispered, his voice strained. “You feel too damn good.”
I clenched around him deliberately, savoring his gasp. “Then don’t hold back. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
His rhythm faltered for a moment before he regained control. “You sure?”
“It’s Christmas,” I panted. “And I want all of you.”
That was all it took. Diego’s movements became more purposeful, more intense. His hand worked my cock with increasing urgency while his other arm held me tight against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat hammering against my back, matching my own frantic pulse.
The pressure was building inside me, that familiar tightening that meant I was close. Diego must have sensed it because he angled his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust.
“Cum for me, Hayden,” he growled in my ear. “Let me feel you.”
My orgasm crashed over me without warning. I bit down on thepillow to muffle my cry as I spilled over his hand and onto the sheets. My body clenched around him, and I heard Diego’s breath catch.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, and then he was cumming too, his hips stuttering against mine as he emptied himself inside me.
We lay there afterward, panting, his arms still wrapped around me and his pulsing cock still inside. Neither of us wanted to move, to break the connection we’d formed.
“That,” Diego finally said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, “was the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten. And I didn’t even have to open anything.”
I laughed, feeling warm and sated and happier than I’d been in... maybe ever. “I feel wide open,” I joked.
“Good,” he replied, nipping at my earlobe. “Hopefully you like what I got for you.”
I turned in his arms to face him, wincing slightly as his cock slipped out of me. His eyes were bright, his face flushed, and his hair a mess. He looked absolutely perfect.
“You did?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “What is it?”
Diego grinned, that cocky smile that had first caught my attention. “Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. “Fine. Be that way.” I paused for a long moment. “D’you think Dolly has coffee going in the diner? Even though it’s closed today?”
“Of course she does,” Diego replied. “This is her home and you’re family. I bet she’s even got presents for you under the tree.”
“We should go downstairs and see,” I suggested, running my fingers through his dark hair. “Though I didn’t really think I’d be doing much celebrating here, so I didn’t shop at all…”
“You being here is gift enough for her,” Diego said, kissing me softly. “But we should probably shower first.”
I glanced down at the mess we’d made and laughed. “Yeah, probably.”
The shower was quick but thorough, both of us washing away the evidence of our morning activities. Diego kept stealing kisses, hishands wandering over my wet skin like he couldn’t get enough. I didn’t mind one bit.
“Keep that up and we’ll never make it downstairs,” I warned as his fingers trailed down my stomach.
“Would that be so bad?” he asked, pressing me against the tile wall.
