Page 20 of A Kiss For The Holidays

“Morning,” I say, turning around so we’re face to face. He pushes me onto my back and climbs over me, kissing my forehead, then my nose and finally laying a sweet, tender kiss to my lips.

“Hi,” he says, then continues his trail down my body, little kisses littering my stomach, around my nipples, on my thighs and even my legs. The fire died down overnight and the room is chilly but the heat of Dalton’s body keeps my shivers at bay.

“You’re cheery this morning,” I mumble. Dalton flips me over and I release ahmphas I’m flopped onto my stomach and warm, rough hands grip my ass cheeks. His lips are back on me - laying kisses at the small of my back, then tracing the curve of my spine until his full weight is pressing me into the mattress.

“I had the best Christmas, loved everything about it. My favourite Christmas ever,” Dalton says against my skin. I can feel his erection nestled in the crease of my ass and I wiggle my hips, eliciting a groan from my best friend.

“Yeah?” I ask, as he ruts his hard cock against me, while continuing to kiss my ears and the back of my neck. "It was a pretty good Christmas, no one I'd rather havespent it with," I add.

“Hmmmm, loved it.” He sucks at the soft flesh and the little bite of pain tells me he’s leaving a mark and fuck me, the image that brings to mind has me rubbing my own erection into the sheets. “God, Asher, I can’t stop kissing you.”

“Then don’t,” my voice is raspy as I move my hips faster, blood pumping furiously in my veins.

Dalton’s hips move and he grunts into my ear, biting at the lobe. I lift my hips and spread my legs and with his next trust, his cock slips into my crease, grazing my hole. I whine, the need building in me and I can feel my orgasm reaching its peak as I thrust harder against the mattress. On top of me, he freezes, pressing up on his arms so that the warmth from his body is no longer blanketing me and I can feel the cold of the room brush against my skin.

Awkwardly twisting my head to look at him, I take in his beauty. His hair is standing on all ends, his cheeks are red and his eyes blue like a blazing hot fire. His lips part on an exhale and my eyes scan down to where his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

“Wh… why’d you stop?” My own breaths are escaping me in pants, though my orgasm is now just out of reach.

“Because I needed to hold myself back. You make me feel insatiable. I want everything with you but I’m worried about taking things too far, before you’re ready.” I can still feel where his cock is laying in the crease of my ass, tickling over my sensitive hole. He’s holding himself back because…

“Do you want to fuck me?” The words are out of my mouth as soon as I think them and his eyes widen into two bright blue orbs, giving me the answer his words haven’t. “You can, I want you to.”

Dalton swallows thickly, his throat bobbing with the action. My neck is getting uncomfortable in this position, so I roll over underneath him and he gazes down at me, blonde hair falling into his eyes.

“I’m all yours Dalt, always have been.” I lie there, vulnerable and open, offering him every part of me.

He leans down and kisses me. It’s as brutal as it is sweet. It’s an answer, a claiming, a truth laid bare, and a thousand unspoken words.

“I want that too. I want to make love to you,” Dalton says, and my mind zeroes in on one word -Love.These last few days, he’s started calling me ‘love’ and my heart treasures every time he does. But this? The way he says it, so sure it’s what he wants, thatI’mwhat he wants, it makes the word feel bigger, grander, far more monumental.And maybe I’m getting ahead of myself but it feels like it means something. I know it’s too soon to expect him to feel the same way I do, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping. The fact that a few days ago, Dalton didn’t look at me the way he does now, isn’t lost on me - things have moved quickly but I’m too happy to be cautious.

“Please,” that mewl-like sound slips from my lips again and my cock hardens to the point that it’s aching as I lift my hips to press it against his leg. “Please, Dalton.”

His hand slips down between us, a feather light brush against my cock as he reaches lower, slipping a finger between my cheeks and rubbing gently at my puckered hole. I moan and he presses harder, not breaching but teasing at the entrance.

“You want me inside you, love?” He circles my rim again and my muscles tense, my breath catching in my throat as I nod.

Dalton sits up onto his knees, removing his hands from me and the loss of him against me has me wanting to beg for him to blanket me again, to touch me again. I’ve never begged him for anything, but my body is calling out to his and I’m feeling needy as fuck.

“We don’t have supplies. Condoms, lube.” He looks around the cabin and I sigh, because fuck.

“Do we need a condom? I've never had sex before or done anything with anyone for that matter. And you…”

“We both know I have, but not since I was last tested,” Dalton answers and that little pang of jealousy about whoever came before me stabs at my chest. I push it away because they don’t matter, he’s here with me now. “But lube… I don’t know much about anal sex but I do know it’ll hurt like hell with no lube. I won’t hurt you, Ash.”

He’s not wrong - I’ve played with myself there a few times with my fingers and toys - going in dry would really hurt. I try to recall all the things we could possibly use in place of store bought lube, my very little knowledge on the topic coming up with only two options - olive oil and…

“Coconut oil,” I say and Dalton’s eyebrow lifts. “We can use coconut oil, I found some in the cupboard and we used it to fry the flatbreads.”

“You’re sure that’s okay?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

“Dalton.” My voice is firm, but there’s an edge of that neediness seeping through. “I want you inside me. Coconut oil is fine. Trust me. Please.” He climbs back over me, squashing me into the mattress. He’s never minded that he weighs so much more than me - sitting on my lap, draping his heavy legs on me and now leaning his entire, naked body on me.

“I’m really liking this needy side of you.” Dalton bites the side of my neck as hecircles his hips, the evidence of his own arousal loud and clear.

“Please. Get the coconut oil. I want you so fucking badly.” He chuckles before rolling off the mattress and I watch as his naked ass saunters into the kitchen. I hear him talking to the dog while rifling through the cupboards. When he walks back into the room, I’ve spread my legs and lifted my knees, my feet planted on the sheets. He stills for a moment and sucks in a breath before breathing out‘beautiful’.I preen at his words because I’ve never felt that way about myself but by the way he watches me, I know he’s not lying.

Dalton crawls between my legs, dips his finger into the coconut oil then slips it between my cheeks. I tense when his finger meets my hole but lift my leg, holding it by the knee so he can get better access.

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