Page 42 of Mistletoe Kisses

“I’m glad you do.” I stepped toward him, and he turned to face me more fully.

I knew it had taken a lot of nerve for him to suggest going to my place. I couldn’t believe he wanted me that much. It was a goddamn heady feeling.

Arlo hooked his front teeth over his bottom lip. I stepped into his space. Everything about his energy, body language, and the pleading in his eyes screamed he needed me, but I wanted to be careful with him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

“Can I more than kiss you?”

He nodded eagerly.

As I moved farther into his space, I slid my fingers around the nape of his neck and gripped his hip with my other hand. I moved in until our lips were millimeters apart. I felt his heart thundering under my palm as he closed the distance.

When his lips touched mine, I let out a little moan. I teased him with quick nips as he melted into me. I wrapped my arm farther around his waist and pulled him tight.

I kissed him deeply, eating up each whimper and whine coming out of his throat. Arlo grabbed at me. His hands bounced between gripping my biceps and my shoulders. When I pulled back, his pouty sound was like a shot of adrenaline. Every sound, every movement, every look excited me.

As I slid my hands under his shirt, he raised his arms. I chased the fabric with my lips as I kissed a trail up the inside of his arm. I quickly shucked off my sweater and pressed our bare chests together as I went in for another kiss. I couldn’t get enough of his eager lips.

I wanted to lie down with Arlo, so I carefully walked us over to the couch without our lips parting. When the back of his legs hit the furniture, he dropped to sit and stared up at me with his pleading eyes. I ran my fingers through his hair and scraped my fingernails down his short beard.

A million possibilities raced through my mind. I had one night with him, one opportunity to make memories to last me who knew how long, maybe forever.Don’t think about that. Focus on the present. Focus on him.

I needed to get my mouth on Arlo, but I worried that if I stripped him bare before I had my clothes off, it might make him uncomfortable. I undid the button on my jeans and watched Arlo track every movement. To rile him up, I tapped my fingers along my growing bulge and then cupped it. Arlo sucked in a breath. Teasing him was my new favorite hobby.

His heavy breathing was the only thing I heard over the hum of the heater as I stripped my jeans and shoes off. Arlo licked his lips as my dick threatened to poke through the slit in my boxers. Reluctantly, he dragged his attention from the bulge in my underwear to my face.

I dropped to my knees and squeezed Arlo’s thighs. He stared at me in wonder as his shaky hands moved to his button. I took over and undid it before lowering his zipper. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken such care with foreplay, but I had a feeling Arlo needed to go slow as he got comfortable with me and what we were doing. I wanted to ensure I didn’t miss anything in his body language that might indicate he wanted to stop or slow down. But the way he stared at me with his hungry eyes? It was tempting to rip his pants off like the Hulk.

“Lift for me.”

He immediately complied, and I pulled his pants down, peppering kisses along his thigh. Arlo’s chest heaved with shallow breaths. A chest tinged with pink down past his nipples.So that’s how far it goes.

I smiled at him as I rubbed my hands along his thighs, and he smiled back. Shy, a little nervous, but he was still into it. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Distracting him with my mouth as I got his body used to my hands.

When I gripped his hard dick through his boxers, he pushed an aborted thrust into my hand. My lips curved into a feral smile that made Arlo’s eyes smolder.

“I want to take you apart.”

Arlo’s eyes fell closed as his head fell back. “Please.”

I took the opportunity to lick his Adam’s apple and kiss along his neck as I jerked him slowly, far too slowly to get him anywhere but hard. Arlo’s body followed my hand. He was a dry well, and I wanted to be the rainstorm that filled him.

Arlo’s grip was loose on my forearm, allowing me the freedom to continue stroking him, but his grip on my other arm was tight, almost as desperate as the mewling sounds he was making. He drove me wild, and I needed to taste him now.

When I tugged his boxers off, Arlo grunted. There was a puddle of precum inside. Good. I wanted him mindless with the need for the release I could give him.

I kissed him again because I couldn’t get enough, then worked my way down his neck, across his shoulder, teasing my tongue over his nipple, before helping him lie back on the couch. I climbed over his legs and rubbed my hardness against his thigh, letting him feel how into it I was.

He dragged his fingers down my side, skirting the waistband of my boxers, inching closer to the prize but never going all the way. I continued my exploration of his torso with my mouth until he squirmed restlessly under me. The way he responded to my touch drove me wild.

After he shyly mumbled answers to my safe-sex questions, I gripped his bare dick and gave it several long strokes. He was more than ready for me. I stared at the pale flesh on display against my charcoal couch. I wanted to grab his legs, wrap them around my waist, and bury myself deep inside of him until neither of us knew where one ended and the other began. I wanted to position him so his head hung over the edge of the couch so I could throat-fuck his pliant body until I spilled into him.

I wanted so much more time with him than I would get.

Be present.I bent over him and licked around the head of his pretty cock, flushed red like the rest of him.Now I really know how far the blush goes.His dick was shorter and thinner than mine—the perfect size to take all the way into my throat so he could feel me around every inch of him.

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