Page 29 of Christmas for Keeps

Gently, I worked a third finger into his hole and began moving them around. He gasped when I spread them out and whined while I played with his prostate. After a four-year drought, I was about to come just from fingering him. He was wild, and I wondered how long it had been since someone—

Stop! Don’t go there.

Should I ask?

No, you definitely should not. Especially right now.

“Enough, Zach!” His eyes blazed. “Can I ride you? It’ll be a little easier. You’re big and I need to get used to you again.”

Way to make me feel like a million bucks.I pulled my fingers free and rolled onto my back. “Go for it.”

During our relationship, we’d rarely gone right to fucking without any oral. But now, we’d been apart too long, and desperate times called for desperate measures. I hissed as he rolled the condom down my throbbing dick and swirled lube around it. After he crawled on top and straddled me, he drizzled more lube onto his fingers and reached behind himself.

A few seconds later, he tossed the bottle aside and looked at me with wild eyes. “I’m slick enough.” We both moaned when he squeezed my cock and placed it against his hole. “You’ll never know how many times I’ve dreamed about this. Ready?”

I nodded, and he lowered himself, crying out when I breached the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance. Tears sprang to my eyes as he slid down. The physical pleasure was immense, but I was emotionally overwhelmed.Con is making love to me.He started moving, raising and then lowering himself again. “Yes, yes, yes!” he chanted, gathering speed. I moaned while he used my cock to pleasure himself. I hadn’t had sex since my last time with Con, and it had never been better.

“God Zach, fuck me!”

His desperation fanned the fire in my belly, and I thrust into him hard. “Fuck… yes… God!”

“You’re huge!”

He bounced frantically, and we both got loud. Con’s ass was like a tight, warm glove gripping me, and the pleasure was magnificent. When the tingle-burn started behind my cock, I knew the end was near and warned him, “Can’t hold back.”

“Gonna come,” he said, bouncing faster. “Yes, yes, yes…”

I reached for his cock, but he blocked my hand. “No need. Gonna… about to… yes…fuck!” He threw his head back and shot hot streams of cum across my chest and face. His ass clamped down in rhythm with the powerful spurts, and it was too much. The magic of being with Con, the massive need, witnessing his ecstasy—I came hard, grunting through what had to be the best orgasm ever.

When we were spent, he raised himself off my cock and collapsed beside me. We were a tangle of arms and legs, and I felt better than I had in four years. All at once, an irrational fear that he’d disappear flashed through my mind, and I wrapped my arms around him.I know we’re seeing how things go, but I never want to lose him again.

My dick softened, and I needed to get rid of the condom. I tried to roll away, but Connor tightened his hold on me. “Please don’t go.”

“Condom,” I said. “I’ll be right back to clean us up.”

He released his grasp, and I went to the bathroom, where I tied off the condom and threw it away. After wetting a washcloth and wiping myself off, I rinsed it and returned to the bedroom.

“You came back.” He sounded sleepy but very happy.

“Did you have any doubt?” I sat on the bed and cleaned him up. “There you go.” I tossed the cloth on the floor. “Let’s get the covers up so we don’t freeze.”

When we were tucked under the comforter, safely back in each other’s arms, a tidal wave of emotions engulfed me. My chin quivered, and although I tried to resist, it was hopeless. A massive sob escaped me, and I squeezed Con so hard it must have hurt.

“What’s wrong?” He held on, and his next words were shaky. “Please don’t cry.”

“I was so lonely and scared,” I croaked. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”

“Zach!” His voice was shrill, and he started bawling too. “Me too. I’m so sorry.”

We cried for a long time, gripping each other like we’d never let go again. Our tears were cathartic, releasing us from years of loneliness and despair. They reminded me of what it is to love and be loved. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I wasn’t alone in my dreams. Con was there, holding my hand and leading me into a hopeful future.

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The silvery light cast a soft,Impressionistic glow across the room. I’d been awake for a while, watching Connor sleep. On his back, he snored gently—a subtle reminder that I was in bed with a man I couldn’t ignore.

His jaw was relaxed, and a hint of a smile graced his lips. Since the comforter was gathered around his waist, I took my time admiring his bare torso. A faint patch of hair trailed below his navel, disappearing under the covers, and I wanted to follow it with my fingers.

He shifted in his sleep. I was eager for a repeat of the pleasure we’d shared during the night, but for now, I needed to see him. It proved this was real. He’d said he never stopped loving me, and I imagined what the future might bring while I traced a finger up his arm and across his chest. I kept it barely above his skin so I didn’t wake him.

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