Gil didn’t look up when Catherine came into the bedroom. “Lindsey asleep?”
“Yeah,” she said, coming close and putting her hand on his arm, while he put the finishing touches on one of the packages for her daughter.
“We should go put the gifts out, then, right?”
She chuckled softly. “We can have a few minutes to ourselves first.”
“But--”
“I want to give you your present first.”
He looked up into her eyes, and saw some red and gold and green wrapped around her neck in an ornate bow. “Catherine?”
She wiggled her eyebrows mischeviously. “Don’t you want to unwrap your present?”
He grinned and pulled her in. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to open any presents tonight.”
“Well, you can’t very well open this one tomorrow morning,” she replied with a smile. “Lindsey might have a problem with it.”
He nodded. “Good point.”
“Soooo?”
“So, what, Catherine?”
“Are you going to unwrap your present?”
With a smile, Gil nodded, and brushed her cheek with his hand. They kissed softly, the first proper kiss they had shared in a long couple of days, between work and preparing for Christmas. She sighed and put her hands on his chest, rubbing him gently through his sweater, which made him moan softly, and hold her tightly to him.
His hands connected with the bottom of her shirt, and then he began to open the buttons, exposing her body to him. The shirt fell over her shoulders and to the floor, allowing him access to her smooth skin.
She giggled quietly when his mouth brushed over her left shoulder. “Gil...”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Have I told you lately that I love your beard?”
He grinned and kissed her lips. “No, not lately.”
Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. This kiss was deeper, their mouths opening as their passion mounted. She groaned when she felt his fingers at her waistband, untying the drawstring pants, and then letting them fall to the floor to join the shirt.
He pulled back to admire his work. He let a finger trace over the red lace bra, and he smiled. “I like this.” His fingers dipped down to her green lace underwear, and he murmured. “I like this, too. Very festive.”
She smirked. “I had to match the bow.”
“Good point.”
His hands travelled over her bare skin, making her sigh and blush. When he kissed her, she arched into him, rubbing her body against his, driving him crazy. Her hands tugged at his sweater, and then when he was topless, they tugged at his pants. She felt much better when she could feel his skin against hers, heat against heat.
“Gil, we don’t have much time to waste, you know...”
“Spoil my fun,” he muttered, while he kneeded her lower back.
She stuck her tongue out at him, and laughed when he leaned forward and captured it in his mouth, starting a deep kiss as he fumbled with her bra. When the red lace landed on the floor, Gil’s hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She fell back on her heels and shivered, looking up at him through hazy eyes.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you, too,” she whispered back.
He kissed her and then bent down to tug the green lace down. He pressed his lips to her stomach, before standing back up again, to sweep her off her feet and place her on the bed.
She grinned up at him, and touched the bow. “You didn’t finish unwrapping me.”
He shook his head. “I’m taking my time.”
“Gil...”
He grinned and kissed her again, before letting his mouth wander down to her breasts. He licked, sucked, and nipped his way around Catherine’s most sensitive places, making sure to drive her just crazy enough. He felt her hands on him, on his shoulders, in his hair, silently screaming with him for more.
They kissed and touched for what seemed like an eternity, each one burning a trail over soft skin, before Catherine felt Gil tug his boxers off and toss them across the room carelessly. She giggled, but silenced herself when he looked down and she saw the intensity of emotions in his eyes.
“Mmm,” she purred when she felt his fingers slide down over her hips and thighs, into her centre, gently strumming against her. “Gil, please, just—”
Another kiss silenced her plea. She fell deeper into desire, and waited for him to join her.
They moved slowly; Catherine moved underneath him when he leaned over her, and when he slid into her, she pushed her hips up to meet his. She wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer, and he dropped down to kiss her.
Each motion made Catherine whimper, made Gil sigh. She pleaded for more, but Gil was reluctant, and he continued the maddeningly slow pace despite her soft cries.
“Patience, Catherine,” he whispered against her ear before sucking on her earlobe.
She whimpered. “Please, Gil, hurry.”
He obliged her, increasing his efforts. When she felt his hand slip between them she almost yelped, but his mouth crushed down on hers, swallowing up any sound she had been about to make.
Her fingers dug harder into his shoulders as she got pushed closer to the edge. She felt as though she were floating, but she knew she wouldn’t be for much longer.
“Gil!”
His name came out in a hiss as she arched her back against him. He planted kisses along her shoulder and moved faster, harder, racing towards that invisble finish line.
Feeling her muscles contract around him as she went spiralling over the edge was too much; it always was. Her heat pulled him in, and before he knew it, he was crashing over with her, clinging to her warm body. They moved together, slowing down until they stopped, opening their eyes to look at each other in the dimly lit room.
“You didn’t finish unwrapping me.”
He laughed softly, kissing her swollen lips. “I’m getting there.”
She smiled. They adjusted their positions, separating so he could cradle her in his arms. Gil’s fingers moved up to her neck, where they worked at the ribbon, freeing her from her collar.
“That was the most fun I’ve ever had unwrapping a present,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
She grinned up at him. “Merry Christmas, Gil.”
“Merry Christmas, Catherine.”
The End!
