Page 21 of A Kiss For The Holidays

“You need to stretch me open, use a few fingers.” Dalton studies the way his finger enters me, taking great care to move slowly in and out. “Babe,” the endearment falls easily from my lips, “You can move a little faster, I can take it.” He looks a little apprehensive so, I put my leg down and motion for him to come closer to me.

“Come here, I want to kiss you while you do that.” With his finger toying with my ass, Dalton moves higher, slanting his lips over mine and groaning when I thrust my tongue into his mouth. “Now add another one,” I moan, taking a brief break from our kiss. The pain is sudden, but when he kisses me again, deepening it at the same time he deepens his two fingers, I lean into the intrusion and my body relaxes. “Another,” I say in a raspy plea.

As his three fingers enter me, my body shudders and I nearly throw him off when he grazes my prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Dalton’s free hand comes up to rest on my cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth over my lip.

“You hit my prostate. It felt good, really, really good.”

“Oh.” Dalton blushes, his cheeks turning a pretty pink, before he pulls his fingers from me. “Are you ready? I won’t lie, I’m about to come before actually getting inside you.”

Chuckling, I grip his face in my hands. “Fuck me, Dalton.”

How many times have I dreamt of saying those words?

He licks his lips then sits up and slathers coconut oil over his dick. Pressing my legs open, he guides his cock to my hole with one hand while holding my leg with the other. He enters me slowly, my body tensing before I remember to bare down on his cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants as inch by inch of his dick disappears insideme. He hasn't taken his eyes off the place where we’re joined until he’s all the way in. Then he lifts his eyes to mine and the look on his face is pure bliss. His pupils are dilated, black swallowing up his bright blues and his lips are parted in a soft o.

I grit my teeth as my body adjusts to the burn. “Babe, you need to move.” This feels intense, so muchmorethan any of my toys. He feels ten times bigger, stretching me to the point of pain, but I love it. Love the sting, love the fullness.

Dalton pulls out then slides back in again, repeating the movement until he has a steady rhythm. His hands find my hips and then he runs them over my lower belly, swiping the drips of precum I’ve leaked over my skin before he trails them up my stomach, tracing each ridge of my ribs with the tip of his finger. He looks at me as though seeing me for the first time. Like a cartographer, discovering new lands, Dalton maps my body from the valley of my navel to the peaks of my nipples. All the while, he keeps moving. His rhythm is slow and sensual, each flick of his hips bringing me closer and closer to the pinnacle and the inevitable fall.

“You’re so perfect. Incredible, amazing. Every bit of you, just so per- ” His words trail off as his movements speed up and he shifts so his upper body is bracketing mine, his arms on either side of my head. I lift my hips and the change in position has his cockhead tapping against my prostate, stars flashing in my vision. “So tight, so fucking tight. I never want to leave.”

I run my hands over his back, enjoying the way his muscles bunch beneath them - powerful and strong. Dalton fucks me harder, slamming his lips against mine and kissing me with a ferocity that is contradictory to the laid back guy he usually is. It’s fuelled and passionate and he doesn’t let up, stealing the oxygen straight from my lungs. Pleasure races through me like white hot fire in my veins.

My cock, trapped between us is leaking profusely, my precum smoothing the glide of his abs against it as he moves his hips. When I lift my hands above my head, Dalton grabs them, linking our fingers and pressing his upper body to mine. His cock hits the sensitive spot inside me again and pleasure builds, radiating up from my toes. My balls tighten and my stomach tenses and when he looks into my eyes, I crash, whimpering and crying out his name as I come.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg and he kisses me again, my entire body shaking as my orgasm starts to fade. But my body's not ready to let this be over, my dick remaining hard between us, cum and precum pooling on my skin.

“Oh, shit, you’re squeezing me so hard. I’m gonna come, gonna fill you up, love. Fuck!” Dalton’s hands tighten in mine as his body stills, tensing as he comes deep inside me. He's panting, kissing my neck before he sits back, his cock slipping out of me.

“More, Dalton,please, I want more.” He looks down at me, his nostrils flaring and slowly, I turn myself over then bend my knees and press my ass up.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, running his hands over the small of my back. “Do you want me inside you again, love?”

I nod, keeping my face pressed to the pillow - it smells like us and there's a part of me that wants to bury my face in it until my lungs burn. Behind me, Dalton moves and my body tenses when I feel the head of his cock at my tender hole. Once he's buried inside me again, he reaches around and pulls me up so my back is to his chest.

“God, Asher, I've never felt like this before. I'm burning up inside, you make me feel so fucking alive.” With that, he jerks his hips, pushing into me far harder than before. His pace speeds up and I take my throbbing dick in hand, stroking to match his movements.

“Come,” I cry out as my own release shoots out and over the sheets. Dalton pushes us forward, a hand resting on my lower back as he moves inside me a few more times before he growls, filling me for a second time.

He spins me around and lays his entire weight on top of me. We're a sweaty, cum soaked mess but I feel so completely satisfied. Happy. Fucking ecstatic.

“That was -” I shake my head. “I don’t actually have any words.” I smile and Dalton looks down at me, smiling wide enough to meet his eyes.

“Perfect. So incredibly perfect.”

Chapter 17

Dalton

Ifucked my best friend. No. I made love to my best friend.

Never in my twenty-one years have I ever felt anything like it - a connection so powerful I felt it in every corner of my soul. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said it was perfect. Everything about our days in this cabin have been incredible. So what if the food wasn’t great and the only way to clean our teeth was with our fingers and some old toothpaste? So what if my stubble has started to itch and we’ve had to wash our sweat and cum slicked skin with hand towels and water boiled on the fire? Those things don’t matter, not when the highlight of every day has been Asher.

Asher has been the brightest part of my life for twelve years. There's been days when I've felt so restless, the only thing that could settle me was hugging him, or climbing into his lap, listening to him huff about me not being a lap dog. I can't not touch him, my need for him has always been too much. But not enough that he can't handle me.

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