Page 26 of A Man for the Holidays

“Yes. That’s right.”

“So, you were angry with me, and you said all of those things, does that mean I have to sing a song for you?”

I chuckle at that reply and place my palm on his cheek as I tell him, “No, Quinn you don’t have to sing me a song. Just being here alone with you is the best Christmas gift I could wish for.”

“I have a Christmas wish too,” he says.

“Oh?”

“When I started having all those thoughts and feelings about you in the shower, we sat down, and you started talking about sex.”

“Yes, I did,” I answer, not entirely sure what else to say.

His cheeks turn a bright shade of red and I hear him ask, “Do you think you can show me?”

My entire body is vibrating as I try and digest the fact that I’ve just asked Spencer to show me what sex is all about. While my body might be vibrating, my heart is pounding, and I feel as though it’s going to explode right out of my chest. But as I stare at Spencer kneeling before me, I know that it’s just my nerves and the curiosity of wanting to explore all of this… withhim.

“Quinn, I’m not sure if––”

“Please, Spencer; I want to know. I want to know what it feels like and how I can make you happy too.”

“You already have made me happy, just by being here, we don’t need to have sex to be happy.”

My mind is spinning like a top, and I’m not sure if it’s the stress and anxiety of knowing what’s about to come, or that thing that you get whenever you feel a certain way about someone and you can’t control it. There’s so much I want to do with this man, so many things I want him to do to me, and before I met this guy, the only thing I ever knew was how to be alone. But being here with him tonight, has made me realize that I don’t want to be alone anymore. I continue to stare at the man, and I know that he’s being careful and considerate, not wanting to force me to do something that I don’t want to, but the truth is, I want to doeverythingwith this man. I want him to be the one to show it all to me.

“I know that, but I want to know what it feels like… with you.”

I see something in his eyes, something that I see all the time when customers walk into the store or stroll the streets of Fifth Avenue whenever they’re happy or feel something. It’s when your eyes come alive and you realize that at this very moment, nothing else in the world matters except for the person sitting or standing right beside you.

“Then I guess we should go to the bedroom,” he finally says.

We get to our feet, and he takes a hold of my wrist, as he leads me out of the living room and across the foyer. We stop outside his bedroom door; he pushes it open slowly and the two of us head inside. There’s another feeling that’s coursing my body, a tingling sensation that I know has to do with the fact that something wonderful is about to happen here tonight. I look at the man standing before me as he slowly unclips each of the buttons on his work shirt, he slides it off his shoulders, revealing a dark green shirt underneath that’s perfectly molded to his skin. My eyes immediately fall on his chest, and I see the ripples of muscle imprinted through it, and I fight back the urge to reach out and peel it off him. He takes a step forward, wraps one arm around my waist, then he leans in and presses his mouth to mine, in a soft, sweet kiss. I feel his hand brush against my neck as he pulls me in and slowly deepens the kiss.

I relax my stance and feel him deepen the kiss some more as he tangles his arms around me. I loop my arms around him, and he carefully walks us backward until I bump into the bed behind us. I lower my hands down his chest and lift his shirt, finding the buckle of his pants. I unclip it as he continues to kiss me passionately, then lower the zipper before hauling myself backward onto the bed. Our eyes connect, and the man keeps his focus on me as I unfasten the first button on my shirt, then the second, and the next, then part my shirt open, all the while keeping my eyes on him.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod, then place my hands on either side of me with an invitation telling him that I’m more than ready and comfortable with this. He gives me a smile, as he slides his pants down to his ankles, before he steps out of them. Next, he folds his arms over his chest, grabs the material of his shirt, and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor. He then slides his hands down his chest until his fingertips reach the top of his underwear, he then slips them beneath the material and slides those down his thighs, kicking them off at his ankles. I narrow my eyes on his soft, supple and smooth torso, with not an inch of hair on it.

Spencer gets to his knees, then crawls his way to me and positions himself between my legs. He slides the shirt off my shoulders, tossing it to the floor with the rest of our clothing, then he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my chest. And there it is again, that strange feeling coursing through my body just by the touch of his mouth on my skin.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper, truthfully.

I’m more than okay, in fact, I’m feeling absolutely fucking perfect right now because there’s nothing on earth that could ruin this moment. Spencer shimmies himself forward, then angles his head so that our eyes connect once more, he runs a hand through my hair moving toward the back of my neck, he slowly grazes his fingernails gently, knowing this action will calm me down. He then places both of his palms on my cheeks and pulls my head toward his, bringing our lips together. His lips are wet and soft, like pretty much the rest of him. Well okay, I don’t know about his thingy just yet because even though I’ve masturbated at imagining what it looks like, I didn’t get to see it in the flesh when he pulled his underwear down before climbing onto the bed, I was too consumed with his chest, metaphorically speaking of course.

He removes his lips from mine, then I feel him slip his tongue inside my mouth, he swirls it around and then I feel it touch my own tongue.

Wow. This is different. This feels… sensational.

He gently tugs on my hair and pulls me in closer and I feel one of his hands run down my soft, bare chest then he circles my bellybutton with his fingertips. I move my mouth away from his and let out a soft moan.

“So, this is what it feels like,” I say.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet, remember when I was talking about foreplay?” he asks.

I nod.

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