The Best Christmas Present Has No Wrapping (Lyna Perez)

[Gianni Shamari]

Maré stood in the vibrant FAO Schwarz store at 30 Rockefeller Plaza, the air buzzing excitedly on that chilly December afternoon. The familiar sounds of Burl Ives’ “A Holly Jolly Christmas” floated around them, mingling with the warm laughter of more than a thousand schoolchildren from Harlem. Maré gifted each child $200 to spend on anything their hearts desired, and Maré couldn't help but smile as he watched them dash through the aisles, their voices a symphony of joy.

“Look at that one!” Maré exclaimed, pointing as a small boy with wide eyes grabbed a bright red bicycle. The bicycle's chrome handlebars gleamed under the twinkling holiday lights.

The sheer delight on his face was a sight to behold. Nearby, a little girl twirled around, clutching a fluffy unicorn stuffed animal. Her giggles rang like church bells, filling the air with pure, unadulterated joy.

“I can’t believe how happy they are,” Lyna Perez said beside him, her voice warm and genuine.

The famous model radiated beauty, her syrup-brown hair cascading over her shoulders and big brown eyes sparkling like the ornaments on the towering Christmas tree nearby. She wore a cozy red sweater accentuating her figure, and Maré was acutely aware of how the fabric hugged her with every movement.

“This is a wonderful thing you’re doing for the kids,” she continued, her gaze softening as she entered the scene. “You have the utmost respect from everyone here.”

Maré turned to her, feeling a swell of gratitude. “Thanks, Lyna. I always believe that fortunate people have a responsibility to share their blessings. The more I give, the more joy I receive in return.”

“And you are truly blessed,” Lyna replied, radiantly smiling. “It warms my heart to see someone like you making sure these children have a magical Christmas.”

“Nothing is more rewarding than making a child’s Christmas special when their families may struggle,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t imagine waking up on Christmas Day with nothing under the tree. That’s why I do this—so they can feel that wonder.”

As they held hands, they wandered deeper into the store, taking time to absorb the enchanting festive atmosphere. Lyna squeezed his hand, her eyes twinkling with excitement as they watched children leap with joy, clutching toy trucks and action figures, their laughter echoing around the beautifully decorated aisles, creating a scene straight out of a holiday fairy tale.

“Look at them,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “It’s like they’re living a dream.”

Maré nodded, his heart full. “It is magical. The spirit of Christmas is alive in these moments, wrapped up in their smiles and laughter.”

The scent of peppermint and pine mingled around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of holiday cheer. The twinkling lights, the vibrant colors of the toys, and the children's laughter created a palpable festive atmosphere. Each cheerful squeal from the children reminded them of the warmth and joy that this season could bring, and in that bustling store, surrounded by innocence and dreams, everything felt just right.

After the enchanting GoodFellas-A-Claus event, Maré and Lyna strolled to the exclusive four-star seafood restaurant Le Bernardin in midtown Manhattan. When they stepped inside, they were enveloped by the warm, inviting scent of fresh seafood and a hint of lemon. They were seated at a table that offered a magnificent view of a sprawling blue painting depicting the ocean, complemented by an artful aluminum sculpture resembling shimmering fish scales.

As they glanced through the elegant menu, their mouths watered at the description of filet mignon and lobster, expertly paired with a carefully selected wine. A few patrons who recognized the glamorous couple turned and whispered greetings, wishing them a Merry Christmas with genuine smiles.

Their server—a short, dark-haired man with an infectious grin—arrived promptly at their table with a flourish. “Good evening! I hope you’re ready for an unforgettable meal,” he said as he placed their dishes before them, the aroma wafting up enticingly.

They raised their glasses, the clink of crystal ringing like a soft bell, and Lyna’s eyes sparkled. “To this incredible night and the amazing dinner we’re about to enjoy!” she exclaimed, her smile radiant.

Maré looked at her, his eyes softening. “The food is as stunning as the company,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “I’ve always wanted to bring you here. It lived up to all the incredible buzz I’ve heard.”

“It’s more than worth every dollar,” Lyna said, savoring a bite of her lobster, her eyes lighting up. “This is exquisite! How did you manage to get a reservation here?”

“I had my connections,” he said with a playful wink, leaning closer. “And I wanted to ensure this holiday experience is everything you deserve. You light up any room, you know that?”

“Wow, you know how to make a girl feel special,” Lyna said, her cheeks flushing. “I will ensure you have a great night, too.”

As they finished their meal, Maré stood to help Lyna with her coat. His fingers brushed against her shoulder, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp $500 bill, leaving it on the table while she watched, her eyes wide in surprise.

Hand in hand, the lovers stepped out into the bustling streets, the city alive with laughter and bells jingling in the distance. They wandered through the shimmering snow-covered streets, the air crisp and laden with magic.


“Look at this place—it’s like a winter wonderland!” Lyna said, her breath misting in the chilly air.

As they meandered through Central Park, they couldn’t help but sing a favorite Christmas tune, their voices harmonizing sweetly against the backdrop of the softly falling snow. Glancing up, they spotted mistletoe hanging from the low branches of a black cherry tree, a perfect symbol of the season.

Maré’s eyes twinkled. “Well, what do you say we make a holiday memory?” he suggested, pulling her gently beneath the mistletoe.

With laughter bubbling between them, they leaned in, sharing a smile before their lips met softly in a tender kiss.

“Cheesy, but I love it!” Lyna giggled.

They snapped a few Instagram-ready selfies, capturing the essence of their magical night as the city around them sparkled with holiday cheer.

Maré smiled, her breath visible in the chilly air. “Ah, this is the season of cold noses, frosty cheeks, and cups filled with holiday spirits,” she said, her voice warm and inviting. “And let's not forget the best part—hot kisses under the mistletoe.”

Lyna grinned, her cheeks flushed. “If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As if on cue, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft yet electrifying kiss, the world around them fading away. The moon hung high above, casting a silvery glow that danced across their faces, making every moment feel magical.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and laughing, they went to Maré’s Manhattan duplex penthouse in One57. The door swung open with a creak, revealing a space enveloped in darkness, rich with the scent of pine from a nearby Christmas tree.

“Just a sec,” Maré said, her fingers fumbling for the light switch. The room sprang to life with a flick, revealing a dazzling display of twinkling lights and festive decorations.

“Wow, this is stunning,” Lyna whispered, her eyes wide as she entered the scene. The vibrant colors of the ornaments shimmered like jewels against the backdrop of the night.

Alexander O'Neal’s smooth voice floated through the air, “Remember Why (It’s Christmas),” weaving a sense of nostalgia throughout the room. Lyna swayed slightly to the melody, letting the season's warmth wrap around them as they settled into the cozy atmosphere.

Maré poured two cups of steaming hot cocoa, the rich aroma inviting and comforting. “Here’s to creating our holiday memories,” she said, clinking her cup against Lyna’s with a soft chime.

“And to hot kisses and snowflakes,” Lyna added with a playful wink, her heart swelling with the moment's magic.

Moments later, they stripped out of their clothes before the Christmas tree. Maré’s mouth formed an O as he appraised Lyna’s naked splendor. It was the body of a sex goddess at her sexual peak.

“The best Christmas present has no wrapping.” Lyna smiled.

“You’ve been naughty all year round, my sexy elf,” Maré responded.

“Don’t be fooled, babes!” Lyna continued. “Everyone knows you get the most presents when you’re on the naughty list.” Lyna winked.

“Is that right?” Maré replied.

Then Lyna approached Maré and rubbed her hand over his erection. “Feels like you brought a big package for me, Nature Boy.” She spoked.

“Yes, I did, baby girl,” Maré told her.

“I can do cool things with my tongue, can you?” Lyna asked in her sultry voice.

With a hot twinkle in her eyes, Lyna licked the head of Maré’s cock and then took the full length in her mouth. As Lyna performed fellatio on him, she gazed up at Maré with her pretty brown eyes. The visual of her blowing him was so epic that Maré felt his shaft getting bigger and harder. Lyna had Maré in amazement as she deep-throated him skillfully and gave his balls some action.

“Oh, that feels so good, baby girl.” Maré moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

Lyna continued her holiday oral specialty on Maré for a few minutes before she stood up smiling. She stroked his dick and massaged his balls.

“Let’s fuck under the Christmas tree!” Lyna suggested. “I’m in the mood for… ecstasy under the Christmas tree.”

“Anything you want, princess. I have a dope Christmas present for you under there.” Maré told her. “I know your pussy has been wanting for one hell of a holiday licking.”

They crawled under the Christmas tree like two excited young lovers. Their toned, glowing bodies seemed like they were beneath a disco ball. Lyna lay on her back on the furry rug. Maré climbed on top of her and began caressing her pretty face. Lyna blushed furiously, which made him smile. He delivered a wet kiss to her moist lips before kissing her nose and nipples and slowly making his way down to her tiny navel. Maré gazed lovingly at it and lightly blew his warm breath in her seemingly innocent hole. Lyna shivered and giggled from his breath, which was more relaxed than the temperature around them.

“Oh, my God, that tickles. Your tongue feels so good.” Lyna chuckled as she covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

“I’m going to make love to your belly button,” Maré promised her.

He gently placed his tongue in her sexy navel and lightly swirled it in its depth. It was soft like the rest of her silky-tanned skin. He enjoyed every second of kissing and licking all over and around that belly button. Lyna giggled from the sensation of his tongue lapping at her navel.

“Don’t stop, baby. You found my spot.” Lyna moaned. “Yes! Keep that tongue right there, Nature Boy! Yes, baby! You love my stomach!”

The sweet sound of her moans encouraged Maré to probe her sensitive navel deeper. She was fidgeting beneath him and rubbing his head. As he continued tonguing her navel with artistry, he heard her breathing heavy and gasping. Now, he felt her body tense and her flat tummy taut as an intense orgasm passed through her. Maré glued his lips to her belly button, loving the way it felt on his mouth.

When her orgasm subsided, she pushed his head down to her pussy, which was as perfect as hers. Bare and smooth, just the way Maré loves it. He licked the moistness from her pussy before he began eating her out like an all-star cunnilinguist. Lyna rewarded him with a sexy moan.

“I love tasting your sweet pussy, princess,” Maré muttered. “I knew you’d be as yummy as I thought.”

Lyna pulled him hard against her. Maré held onto her moist ass cheeks as she ejaculated strongly, coating his handsome face. He kept his grip on her ass until her orgasm subsided. Then he moved into position and slid his big dick gently and effortlessly inside her wet opening. They simultaneously gasped from the pleasure. Maré enjoyed the feeling of being inside her.

“Yes, fuck me, Maré!” Lyna cried.

“Oh, my God, baby, it feels so good inside you.” Maré sighed.

“Mmm… you like being inside me?” Lyna asked.

“Yes,” Maré answered. “Your pussy is gonna make me cum.”

Lyna wrapped her toned arms and legs around Maré, holding on to him with all her strength. Maré felt himself nearing an intense orgasm. Then suddenly, his cock throbbed, and he ejaculated deep inside her. Breathing heavily, they stayed stationary as the burning sensation of their holiday pleasure overwhelmed them. They smiled and kissed passionately as Maré’s cock slipped out of her wet pussy.

“Merry Christmas!” Maré murmured. “Thank you for the present.”

Lyna smiled. “Did you enjoy it?”

“I sure did,” Maré answered excitedly. “The best present ever.”

R. Kelly’s “World Christmas” song played smoothly in the background as Maré fucked Lyna under the Christmas tree. It made him wish that Christmas was all year round.

Copyright © 2018 by Gianni Shamari. All Rights Reserved. Reproducing the content, or any part of it, is prohibited without prior consent from Gianni Shamari.

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