Page 61 of Sexted By Santa
“Yeah.” It was true. Tori had managed her insulin, with me only supervising, and she’d done everything right. But she was so young. What if something slipped her mind? It wasn’t just food she had to worry about. Her level of activity could also impact her blood sugar. But it did no good to dwell on all the ways something could go wrong. It would only drive me out of my mind with worry. “I guess I need something to take my mind off it. Got any ideas?”
Christian smiled. “One or two.”
He reached for my hand, then led me down the hall to his bedroom.
We kissed again, and my worries faded into the back of my mind—not gone, but not taking up so much space either. Christian deserved my full attention, and I gave it to him. I kissed him softly at first, then harder, gauging his responses and learning what he liked. I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip, tasted him, and reveled in the quiet sounds of pleasure that I drew out.
There was nothing to hold us back now. Our kisses quickly grew more heated, until I felt as if I’d combust if I didn’t get us skin to skin. I walked him toward the bed, and we tumbled down together, grunting at the impact of two bodies colliding.
Christian’s hands clenched in the back of my shirt as I pinned him to the bed, pushing a thigh between his legs. I raised up a little to unbutton his shirt, thankful he wasn’t in a full suit tonight. I needed the material between us gone, the faster the better. Christian seemed to be on the same page, yanking up my sweater.
I had to pause halfway down his shirtfront to raise my arms and pull the sweater over my head. As soon as I did, Christian’s hands were on my bare skin. He skated his palms over my torso, up to my chest, tugged at the mat of hair between my pecs, then traced a finger over the tattoo inked above my heart.
I let him explore, reaching down to finish his buttons and spread his shirt wide.
“Your body is exceptional,” I murmured. “Have I told you that?”
He scoffed. “Have you looked at yourself?”
I grinned. “I have actually. Had to make sure my videos were good enough for you.”
Christian groaned under me. “Those videos nearly gave me heart failure. I’m not a young man, you know.”
He said it lightly, but there was a hint of warning there.
I raised an eyebrow. “Well, I hope your heart can handle me, Christian, because a little thing like age isn’t going to stop me.”
“Good,” he croaked. “I’ll die a happy man.”
I laughed as I backed off the bed to kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans. “Then get naked. We’ve got a heart test to run.”
Christian unbuttoned his slacks and slid them over his slim hips, toeing off his shoes so he could kick them off. Black boxer briefs stretched over a jutting erection.
“Thought for sure you’d be in tighty whiteys,” I teased.
He snorted. “I’ve got better taste than that.”
I dropped my jeans, exposing my dark red jockstrap. “What about me? Do I have good taste?”
“I thought you’d be a boxer brief kind of guy,” he said in a strangled voice.
“Nope. I hate the feel of them under my jeans.”
Christian bit his bottom lip as his gaze roved over me. I wasn’t a vain man, but I enjoyed being appreciated. It had been a long, long time since anyone had looked at me like this, as if they could spend an eternity just studying every inch of my body. It was heady stuff. But even better was watching the pink flush that spread up from Christian’s chest to his neck and face. I wanted to see if it matched the color of his cock.
Stepping forward, I hooked fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. “May I?”
“Please.”
I gave them a hard yank, stripping them down his legs in a flourish, leaving Christian naked and trembling beneath me. His cock jutted up from a nest of salt-and-pepper hair, framed by slender thighs and blushing just as prettily as the rest of him.
I dipped down to kiss the hollow of his throat, then the divot between his pecs. He shivered beneath me, and I suddenly couldn’t hold back another second. I rose up, kissing him hard and messy, blanketing his body with mine.
Christian wrapped his legs around my waist and rubbed his cock against my abs.
“Lose the jockstrap,” he urged. “I want to touch all of you.”
I wasn’t about to argue with that. I backed away long enough to shed it, my skin crying out at the loss of contact.
