She ran the fingers of one hand down his cheek before locking her arms around his neck again. “Don’t stop then,” she purred, giving another bounce. “Finish opening your other present.” Another kiss kept him from replying to that right away, as she teased at his mouth with teeth and tongue.
He groaned deeply and arched up to grind his hips against hers, before he smirked with apparent delight. “This really is the best Christmas ever…” He hummed and began tugging her shirt off, fingers eagerly roaming across her bare chest.
She laughed, making sure the necklace — his necklace — didn’t get tangled as he disrobed her. “You say that now,” she whispered, eyes dancing, “but imagine next year. And the next, and the next … ” She tipped her head back, making a soft pleased noise at his touch.