She climbed onto my lap and pressed her strawberry-kissed lips to mine, coaxing my mouth open with the brush of her tongue. We had been “wrapping presents” at her place for overan hour. On her couch, in her bedroom, we had even “wrapped some presents” in the kitchen while we’d waited for the Thai food to arrive, which was no doubt cold by now.
“Just so you know,” she murmured against my lips. The bows dotting her nipples crinkled against my chest. “Turnabout is fair play.”
“Baby, if you want to wrap a ribbon around my cock, all you have to do is ask.”
She kissed me again before climbing off my lap and pulling her panties back into place. When she reached for her bra, I stopped her. “You don’t need that.”
“Austin,” she groaned. “My parents get to town tomorrow. I really do need to wrap presents.”
“Then wrap presents.”
Her brows narrowed. “Like this?”
“Sure.”
“In the nude?”
I shrugged. “What not?”
She chewed over my words for exactly two seconds before clapping her hands together. “Okay, then. Let’s do this.” Her tits bounced with every move.
Maybe I hadn’t thought this one through carefully enough.
For the next hour, weactuallywrapped presents together. Well, she wrapped while I tore off the occasional piece of tape and lent her my finger for ribbon tying. Personally, I could have thought of a lot more fun and interesting ways to utilize her ribbon, but alas, they would have to wait.
If there was one thing I had learned about Nellie, it was that she couldn’t let something go until she saw it through. Just the other night, I had mentioned a new show that my nephew was obsessed with. Little had I known that by doing so, I would wake up to find a spreadsheet of gift ideas for said nephew, organized by both shipping dates and price points.
I hadn’t asked her to do it. The thought had never even occurred to me, but as she’d explained it, lists and spreadsheets were her way of getting an idea out of her head and onto paper. I only wished she hadn’t stayed up half the night doing so.
My little freak in the spreadsheets.
“Okay, I think that’s it,” she said, sitting back after the last gift was placed under the tree. “Now, about that dick ribbon.”
A hearty laugh busted out of me.
“I’m just kidding,” she said. “But I did have another idea.”
“Anything.”
“I want to take your picture.”
The smile fell from my face. “Anything but that.”
Her lips flattened into a thin line. “Austin.”
I sighed. “Fine, but you can’t put your clothes on for the rest of the night.”
“Deal.”
Fuck.It felt good to see her so excited. I only wished it were about anything other than taking my damn photo.
I handed over the 85 mm lens, watching as she inserted the base of it into the camera mount. She was a fast learner. We had gone over some camera basics the other night during our post-coital photo shoot under my Christmas tree. Apparently, this was turning into somewhat of a habit.
Was my naughty girl an exhibitionist?
“Where do you want me?”
She twisted her lips and searched the living room. Nellie’s apartment mirrored my own, but the furniture layout couldn’t have been more different. All of hers had been directed to face the fireplace and ceiling-mounted projection screen. Candles littered every surface, along with small bric-a-brac from her travels, and yet it all seemed to have a place.
