Page 17 of A Kiss For The Holidays

“Take off your clothes, love,” Dalton whispers, his hands slowly tracing lines down my neck until he’s helping me remove my cardigan. Once I’m down to my underwear and t-shirt, I’m momentarily afraid of showing him all of me - a modicum of self-consciousness threatening to ruin the moment. I flinch as he moves to lift my tee over my head then pauses before letting it drop back down.

“You’re so beautiful. Don’t hide from me.” My head moves imperceptibly as I reach over my head and pull the fabric up and over, leaving me in nothing but red Christmas panties.

Dalton sucks in a breath and my instinct is to wrap my arms around my body but I don’t get a chance before he pulls me towards him, spins us around and lays me downon the mattress. He’s so much bigger than me and his heavy body pushes me into the fabric of the sheets, stealing my breath. I love the weight of him holding me down, controlling me. I want to give him every little piece of me - let him do whatever his body and soul desires - because no one could ever own me the way Dalton McKenzie does.

“Fuck, you’re stunning. How have I never noticed? I’m sorry I never saw you before, Ash. But I see you now.” His words have my heart clenching then relaxing, clenching again when he kisses my shoulder, then my neck, then into the dip below my chin. I store each and every drop of praise and every tender caress away for safekeeping. Safe for the day this all falls apart, when we’re no longer the us that exists in this cabin.

Chapter 14

Asher

Dalton kisses lower down my neck, until he’s sucking my nipple into his mouth and I can’t hold back the puff of air that escapes my lips as he bites down. He’s set me on fire, my body roaring into flames with every pass of his lips. He continues his journey, moving down my stomach until he reaches my now soaked underwear. Slowly, with his eyes locked on mine, he pulls at the waistband and I lift my hips, making it easier for him to strip me of my last bit of clothing.

Though I can see and feel Dalton over me, I’m still struggling to believe this isreal. As he swipes his tongue along my slit, moaning as he tastes the beads of liquid pooling there, I blurt out, “I want to taste you too.” Because fuck, I want him on my tongue. I want to know every part of him - how he smells, how he tastes, what he feels like inside me - I want it all.

“Yeah?” Dalton asks, sitting back on his haunches and swiping away the dirty blonde hair that's fallen in front of his eyes. Removing my glasses, I press up onto my elbows and nod.

“Yes. Please. Can I?” Dalton fists his erection, dimples popping on his cheeks when his lips curve upwards.

“Fuck, yes. Do you want to try something? I have an idea.”

I’m working really hard not to shout,‘have me anyway you want me’,nodding instead and saying, “Yes, anything.”

Dalton crawls up from the foot of the mattress then lays down next to me. Heturns his head so we are face to face and so close, I can feel his breath on my lips. I want to do nothing but close the gap and kiss him, to taste myself on his lips. I’ve held my first kiss close to my chest because long ago, I fell in love with the idea that a first kiss should mean something. To some, it may seem like a childish notion, but I don’t care. So, I don’t close the gap and I don’t press my lips to his because he knows how I feel and the fact that he hasn’t kissed me yet cements the reminder that this isn’t to him what it is to me.

Shaking the thought away, I whisper, “And now?”

Dalton bites his lower lip, a flash of uncertainty crossing his features before he speaks. “I’ve never done this before but I’ve seen it… in… um…” he doesn’t finish the sentence but I know what he wanted to say. “Spin around then spread your legs over my face. Then you can um…”

“I get it, Dalt,” I say as I position myself as suggested, feeling that bolt of self-consciousness again. It’s quickly dispersed when I feel his lips wrap around my cock and I pause a moment as he takes me deeper into his throat until he gags. I want to thrust my hips down and feed him more of me but I don’t, knowing that not only am I precariously close to coming but that this is very much his first time, as much as it is mine.

As he sucks my cock with tight, teasing lips, I lean forward but our size difference makes it tricky for me to get my mouth on him. I shift lower, then arch my back and he lifts his knees up, bringing his cock to my waiting lips. When I wrap my hand around his shaft, he groans, deep and long - a rumble vibrating through his chest.

Taking a deep breath, I inhale his scent. Sweat and citrus and something spicy that is so uniquely Dalton, it could never be bottled. Moving my hand up and down in circular motions, I take the head of his cock in my mouth, the first taste of him bursting on my tongue and it’s nothing like I imagined but I want more, so I lick a stripe as far down as I can go then back up. When my tongue toys with his foreskin, he lifts his hips and I adjust myself so I can take more of him, flattening my lower body so it’s almost suffocating him.

Dalton brings one hand between us to fist my cock and the other he wraps around me until he’s rubbing the globes of my ass, teasing one finger at the top of my crease. The combination of everything - his hand and mouth on me, his flavour on my tongue, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds we’re both making - sends me flying and I shoot my load into his mouth. He coughs as he pulls away, but he doesn’t stop jerking me. His cock slips from my lips as I look down to peer between us in time to see the last spurt of my cum hit him in the chin. Spinning around at lightning speed,I settle between his legs and take him as deep as I can, working my hand fast as my lips glide up and down his velvety smooth cock.

Dalton sits up and grips my hair and I whimper at the way he controls me so beautifully. “That’s it, love. Don’t stop.” His voice is hoarse and I feel a bolt of pleasure that it’s because of me. He thrusts his hips one last time before crying out and I feel the hot, salty liquid hit the back of my throat.

I’ll admit, I have tasted my own cum - for science - but this is nothing like that, it’s sweet and thick and I let it pool in my mouth. Dalton bats away my hand and I sit up and look at him. His eyes burn back at me with a fierce intensity as I open my mouth to show him before tipping my head back and swallowing every last drop of his release.

His growl is wicked - deep and heated - and it settles low in my groin, my dick twitching in its attempt to rally.

“Fuck, me. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.

Dalton grabs me, pulling me into a tight hug before flopping us both down onto the pillows. He holds me tightly, my back pressed to his front, not even a sliver of space between us. I’m hot and sticky and I’d love to attempt a shower - even though there is no hot water - but he’s holding me so tightly, I daren’t move. Freeing one hand, Dalton pulls the blanket over us and kisses the back of my neck, his words a whisper against my flesh.

“I knew you’d taste like honey.”

It takes Dalton all of twenty minutes to drift into a deep sleep. He’s always found it easy to sleep. Me on other hand, I take ages, too much running through my mind. Just another way we are complete opposites.

The room has started to cool, the fire having died down, so I extract myself from Dalt’s firm grasp and shimmy out of bed without disturbing him. Beate is curled up close to the fire and she looks at me as I add another few logs to the fire, watching as flames ignite, a copper hue filling the darkened room.

I turn my back to the flames, basking in the heat that licks at my naked body as I take in my best friend sprawled out on the bed, the blanket tangled around his lower body. He looks serene. Peaceful. Like nothing in the world is too much for him to takeon. I sent his world spinning on its axis with my confession and he barely batted an eyelid. He’s approached thisthingbetween us in a way I never imagined.

My stomach twists when it occurs to me that I’ve been lying to myself. Trying to convince my heart that these two days will be enough. That I’m okay if nothing more comes from our time in this cabin. Now, as I watch him sleep, the firelight dancing over his handsome features, I realise that if this is nothing more to him than a little fun, another thing that he’s tried, that I’ll be truly heartbroken and I’m not sure how I’ll go on as just friends.

Dalton stirs, reaching over to my side of the bed and when he doesn’t find me there, his eyes open. “Ash? Why are you up? Come back to bed.”

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