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It had been a long, stressful day for Amelia. Flying out to Italy on Christmas Eve was always going to be chaotic, but that was down to Damiano booking the flights for her as a surprise. That was also the reason she was flying from Heathrow rather than her local airport in Bristol, because Damiano just booked the first flights he could find. Amelia had been travelling since about 7 o clock that morning, and between cancelled or amended trains and flight delays, it was a surprise that she’d made it to Italy at all. The plane had landed in Rome two and a half hours later than it was scheduled to, and Amelia wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of her boyfriend, the result of a summer fling that had endured the test of time and distance.
As she made her way through the arrivals area of the airport after grabbing her suitcase from the carousel, Amelia dragged her tired body through the corridor out into the main concourse of the airport, remembering the time she was stood here a few months ago as she said goodbye to her summer romance with Damiano. At Halloween he had surprised her with tickets to fly out for Christmas, and here she was now. Her parents were slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t be spending Christmas with them, and they were a little sceptical when she confessed about her relationship with Damiano. But Amelia was an adult at the end of the day, and they just wanted her to be happy and eventually allowed her to travel to spend Christmas with Damiano.
Making her way through the crowded airport, Amelia scanned the room to see where Damiano was. It was coming up to 11pm, and she felt bad that he’d had to wait for over another two hours for her to arrive, but flight delays weren’t exactly Amelia’s fault. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice call her name, and she quickly snapped her head around to see Damiano behind her, standing at the front of the crowd with the biggest, most beautiful bouquet of red roses she had ever seen. Tears filled her eyes as she ran across the room, suitcase dragging behind her, and straight into Damiano’s arms, not caring that her luggage fell to the floor with a bang as she let go of it and threw her arms around her boyfriend.
“I can’t believe you’re here, amore mio.” Damiano beamed, squeezing her tightly as he hugged her.
By now Amelia couldn’t stop the tears of joy that were rolling down her cheeks, far too excited about seeing her boyfriend for the first time in almost two months. “I’ve missed you.” she sobbed, burying her face in the crook of Damiano’s neck.
“I’ve missed you too, bella.” Damiano replied. He gently moved his head back and lifted his hand to her chin, moving her face so that was in front of his. “My beautiful, beautiful girl.”
“Shut up, I look like shit when I’ve been crying.” Amelia giggled, wiping tears from her cheeks.
“I don’t care.” Damiano smiled, “You’re still the most beautiful girl I know.”
His lips crashed against hers, passionately and desperately, and the world around them seemed to disappear. Damiano wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, pulling her close and kissing her deeper and slower, not caring about anyone who might be looking at them. They broke the kiss after a few moments, uncontrollably grinning at each other as they stood in the middle of the airport.
“Come on, let’s go home.” Damiano said, taking Amelia’s suitcase for her. “I think you need to get some sleep. The others have gone to their families for Christmas, so we have the house to ourselves.”
“How romantic…” Amelia smiled and took Damiano’s hand, before the two of them made their way towards the exit.
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Amelia woke up on Christmas morning after the best sleep she’d had in a long time. The safety and warmth of Damiano’s arms (combined with the travel fatigue) meant that she fell asleep instantly as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she knew she’d gone to sleep with a smile on her face knowing she was right where she needed to be. The house was quiet as it was just the two of them, and they’d both had a relatively long lie in and were both snuggled up in bed together on a perfect Christmas morning. Amelia rolled over to face Damiano, who was watching her with a proud smile on his face, somewhat in disbelief that he was finally waking up with her in his bed after all this time.
“Good morning.” Amelia mumbled sleepily, stifling a yawn. “Merry Christmas.”
“Buon Natale, amore mio.” Damiano replied, smiling softly. “Would you like your present now?” He lowered his voice slightly, stroking Amelia’s upper arm gently.
Amelia frowned and smirked a little. “Do you mean sex or an actual present?” she asked with a giggle.
“You choose.” Damiano said suggestively.
Amelia paused for a moment. She knew what Damiano wanted her to say, but at the same time she wanted to tease him a little and make him wait until later for what he really wanted. She jumped out of bed quickly, chuckling to herself as Damiano’s signature cocky smile dropped from his face. “Well, I’m going to go and get your present.” she announced, knowing how much she was teasing Damiano by making him wait.
“Okay.” Damiano sighed, pulling himself out of bed. “I’ll go find yours.” He left the bedroom and went downstairs to find Amelia’s present, while she rummaged in her suitcase for his. Damiano returned a few moments later with one large box and a smaller box in his hands, as Amelia went and sat on the bed patiently with the present she’d brought for him.
“Baby, I thought we were only doing small presents.” she said as she noticed the size of one of the boxes that Damiano had brought in.
“I know, but I saw this and knew it was perfect for you.” he smirked, sitting down on the bed next to her.
“Okay, you go first.” Amelia giggled excitedly as she handed Damiano’s first present to him; a wrapped up flat square shape.
Damiano tore the paper off impatiently, just like a small child opening his presents from Santa on Christmas morning. A grateful grin spread across his face when he saw what was inside – it was a vinyl record of a band that Amelia had introduced him to the last time he’d visited her at Halloween. He leaned across and kissed her to say thank you, before picking up the second present and unwrapping it. It was a framed photo of the first picture they’d had taken together; the one a random American tourist had taken of them in front of the Spanish Steps when they first met in the summer.
“Grazie, tesoro.” Damiano smiled, kissing Amelia once again. “These are wonderful. Now, you can open yours.”
Amelia picked up the smaller box and unwrapped it carefully and less chaotically than Damiano had opened his. Inside the wrapping paper was a Gucci jewellery box, and she lifted the lid to reveal a silver necklace with a diamond heart pendant. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the necklace inside, utterly shocked that Damiano had spent so much on her, and this was only one present.
“Damiano,” she gasped, “You didn’t need to get me something so expensive.”
“You deserve the best, mia principessa.” he smiled, taking the necklace out of the box, and carefully helping Amelia to place it around her neck. “Bellissima!” he remarked as Amelia touched the pendant with her fingers as it hung down towards her cleavage. “Now, open this one.” He thrust the larger box towards her, clearly more excited for her to open this one. If he’s more excited about this than the necklace she thought, what on earth is this?
Amelia tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a larger box with Gucci ribbon tied around it. She carefully pulled off the ribbon and removed the lid, revealing a carefully folded up piece of red lace material. Lifting it out, she saw that it was a red, lacy camisole with a diamante encrusted strap that went around her neck. It was accompanied by a matching thong, and she could understand now why Damiano was so excited for her to open it.
“Is this a gift for me or you?” she asked.
“Well, I think it’s something we can both enjoy.” Damiano whispered, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her neck, right at the spot that made Amelia weak.
“Mmmm…” she mewled, “Perhaps I’ll try it on later then. But first, I’m hungry. Breakfast.” She sprung up from the bed again, putting the lingerie to one side, again leaving a disappointed, horny Damiano alone on the bed.
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The two of them spent the afternoon drinking prosecco and stuffing their faces with delicious Christmas delicacies, Amelia enjoying a Veal Saltimbocca for the first time rather than her mum’s traditional turkey dinner at home. After a day filled with food and drink, Damiano and Amelia found themselves napping on the large sofa in the living room, a half empty bottle prosecco on the table as they dozed off. Amelia was leaning on Damiano’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, the relaxing rhythm of his chest rising and falling sending her into a food and drink induced nap for a while.
Amelia woke first, being careful not to disturb Damiano as she moved. She sat up slowly, gently resting his arm back down on his chest as she stretched and looked around the room. As he lay there sleeping, Amelia wondered if now would be the perfect opportunity for her to try on her new lingerie set that he’d bought her for Christmas, a mischievous look spreading across her face. She quietly snuck upstairs and went into the bedroom, where the box containing the gift had been left on the bed. She opened the box and lifted the camisole out, admiring it closely. She stripped naked and placed it over her head, being careful to position the diamante neck strap in a comfortable position. Picking up the matching thong, she slowly slid it up her legs, before adjusting the material of the camisole to sit neatly over the top. As she turned around, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She’d never worn anything this risqué before, but she could see why Damiano had chosen it for her. It fitted her perfectly, and she giggled to herself as she posed in the mirror, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be long until Damiano would tear it off her.
“Amelia?” she heard his voice from downstairs, right on cue.
“I’m in the bedroom.” she called back, “Come here, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, and turned to face the door ready to greet him when he came in. The door opened slowly, an eager Damiano stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His face lit up the moment he saw her, completely overwhelmed by how stunning Amelia looked in her new lingerie. The hunger grew in his eyes the second he looked at her, and he could hardly contain his excitement as Amelia noticed the bulge in his jeans swelling already.
“Mammamia…” he whispered, biting his lip.
“Do you like it?” Amelia asked, striking a teasing pose.
“Fuck yeah, come here.” Damiano grunted, holding his hand out and sitting down on the bed. Amelia took his hand and sat down in front of him, already feeling the tension building inside her.
Damiano pulled her closer, so much so that she ended up straddled on his lap and kissed her roughly. Amelia grinded her hips forward, rubbing herself on Damiano’s thigh as the kiss became more passionate. Damiano let out a low moan as she gently bit down on his lip, sliding her tongue into his mouth as it opened. He brought his hands to her back, massaging her shoulders before finding the clasp at the back of the camisole and flicking it open, breaking the kiss briefly to meet her with his signature smirk.
“I know you’ve only just tried it on, but I couldn’t wait any longer to get you out of it.” he growled, removing the straps off her shoulders one by one and letting the camisole fall.
Amelia just smiled and kissed him again, leaning forward so that they both ended up lying down with her on top of him as his hands continued to explore her body. She wriggled the camisole off her body and down her legs, throwing it to one side and sitting up as she straddled Damiano, allowing him to admire her breasts in all their glory.
“God I’ve missed this…” he said breathily.
Amelia’s hands fumbled with the bottom of his t-shirt, and he sat up slightly to allow her to lift it off over his head. Damiano took this opportunity to switch roles and flipped Amelia over so that she was on her back, while he hovered over her to remove his jeans. She gasped as she saw the size of his erection, noticing how ready he was to fuck her for the first time in two months.
Damiano kissed along her collarbone, one hand grabbing her breast as he decorated her chest with gentle kisses. Amelia let out a quiet sound of pleasure as his fingers massaged her breast and he took her nipple between two of them and gave them a quick squeeze. His other hand moved down her body, to the waistline of her thong. He slipped his hand inside, already feeling just how wet Amelia was for him. Damiano removed the thong quickly, tossing it across the room as his lips continued to move down her body, stopping just above where she wanted it most.
He sensed how much she wanted it by the way she was wriggling underneath him. Suddenly, he pressed his mouth to her clit and started flicking quickly yet sensually with his tongue. Amelia couldn’t hold back a loud moan as tingles of pleasure flowed through her, and her hips jerked involuntarily at the stimulation. Damiano licked up and down her folds, coming back to her clit every time, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, just the way she liked it.
Just as she was on the edge of orgasm, he took his mouth away and looked at her with a devious grin. Amelia whimpered in disappointment, craving Damiano’s mouth on her again just to bring her over the edge. Without a word, Damiano stood up to remove his boxers, and wandered over to the bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Amelia lay on the bed, catching her breath and waiting in anticipation as she watched him slowly roll the condom down the length of his erection, impatiently waiting for it to be inside her.
Damiano positioned himself at the foot of the bed again, crawling up the bed until his face was level with Amelia’s. “Ready?” he asked, smirking yet again.
“Mm…” Amelia nodded, wrapping her arms around Damiano’s shoulders.
She gasped as he moved himself into her in one movement, her legs involuntarily wrapping around her as he thrust deeply. Starting off slow, he soon found a rhythm that she began to reciprocate, their naked bodies grinding together with each thrust. Beads of sweat formed on Damiano’s forehead as things got faster and more heated, his low grunts of pleasure mixing with Amelia’s high-pitched gasps and moans as he fucked her.
“F-fuck…” she quivered. Amelia couldn’t help but dig her fingernails into Damiano’s back as her orgasm started to creep up on her, and this only spurred him on to go harder and quicker. The rhythm soon got sloppy, and eventually it was clear that both of them were getting close to their peak. Amelia felt her walls tighten, ready for release. With a few more sharp bursts from Damiano, she fell apart around him, screaming as she felt her insides clenching and relaxing repeatedly around his cock as the orgasm took over her body. Damiano’s climax followed shortly afterwards, satisfied grunts and Italian profanities signalling his orgasm. He got his breath back before slowly sliding out of her, quickly removing the condom and tossing it towards the bin.
Damiano returned to lie down next to Amelia, wrapping her in a hug and pulling the soft duvet over both their naked, sweaty bodies. Amelia rolled over, one arm lazily falling across Damiano’s stomach. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply and taking in his scent, something she’d missed over the last couple of months.
“So, you liked the present then?” Damiano asked, his words slightly slurred.
“The lingerie or the sex?” Amelia joked.
“Both.” Damiano responded.
Amelia laughed lightly. “Yes, I liked both of them very much.” she smiled, snuggling in closer to him. “Ti amo, Damiano.”
“Ti amo, Amelia.” he replied, kissing her on the top of the head. “Buon Natale.”
“Buon Natale, Merry Christmas.” she whispered, soon finding herself falling asleep in his arms again with a grin on her face, knowing she had all she wanted for Christmas right there.