Page 116 of Deck the Fire Halls

I pulled him closer, till our hips were flush, my arms around his lower back. “Need, want, love.”

He put his forehead to my chin and sighed. “Take me to bed, Soren.”

I lifted his face and kissed him. There was no scorching passion, no scramble to rid clothes, no urgency. Every time we’d fucked before, it had been on the more-urgent, rougher side. Where he’d been face down, begging for it, and that was clearly how he liked it. But I didn’t want that this time.

I wanted to treasure every inch of skin, caress every part of him, and show him how I felt. I’d told him several times that I loved him, but I wanted him to know it. I wanted him to feel it.

I led him to bed, taking my time to unbutton his shirt, his jeans, kissing the skin I revealed as I went. When we were both naked, he pulled back the covers and knelt on the edge of the mattress, running his hand over his ass cheek.

I stilled his hand and murmured to the back of his head. “Need you on your back tonight,” I said.

He did as I asked, lying back and gently stroking his own cock. God, he was so sexy.

My cock jerked, impossibly hard, which he noticed. “Like what you see?”

I shook my head. “Love it.”

I threw a condom down beside him and took the lube as I crawled between his legs. I spread his thighs wide and slicked his asshole with the lube, prepping him with my fingers while licking and sucking his cock. He was writhing, getting frustrated, desperate for more.

“Patience,” I said. “Believe me, you’ll get what you want.”

He growled in frustration. He raised his head and snapped. “Soren.”

Kneeling between his legs, I rolled on a condom and smeared more lube over us both. Then I pushed his legs up toward his chest and sank my cock inside him.

Torturously slow, his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open, so I leaned down, pushing in harder and covering his mouth with mine.

I delved my tongue in, tangling and teasing, then sucking on his tongue while I pushed my cock in to the hilt.

The sounds he made sent shivers through me. I had to hold back the urge to give it to him rough.

“Wanna take it slow,” I whispered. “Want you to feel everything, feel what I feel.”

He arched his back and let his legs slide down my sides, and he hooked his feet over my ass. I had to push up, drive my hips into his, impaling him deeper, and he cried out. I kept my hands on his head, cradling him, and began rocking back and forth.

I kissed his neck, his jaw, and eventually his mouth again, kissing as we found our rhythm. Slow and deep, I poured every emotion I had for him through my body to his. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss.

His fingers dug into my back and his groans got louder as we rocked and flowed with each other’s tide.

Then he hooked his arms around my neck and he locked his mouth with mine, head tilted, his tonguesliding with mine as he began to devour me with his mouth at the same time he took my cock into his body.

It was too much. Senses overload, emotions overload.

This was going to be over far too soon.

He was going to end me.

I pulled back and stilled our rhythm.

I waited for his eyes to meet mine, to focus. They were a flurry of need and arousal. “Please don’t stop,” he whispered.

“Rob.” I breathed his name. “I wanted to take it slow. Wanted to make love to you, but you feel too good.”

His tongue peeked out and he licked the corner of his mouth. “Soren,” he whispered, voice tight. He held my face in his hands and his body rolled with waves of pleasure. “I can’t take this. I need you to move. Make me yours. Please.”

Make me yours.

“You already belong to me,” I said, trying to move impossibly slow but the pleasure was so intense. “And I am yours,” I hissed. “Oh, Rob, your ass is too good. Too tight.”

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