Page 63 of Sexted By Santa
“Fuck, yes. Do it. You first.”
Christian thrust in hard twice more, and I fell apart. A hoarse cry escaped as the tension finally broke, and I spurted in my hand, striping his headboard. My ass pulsed in time with my cock, squeezing Christian’s shaft, and he shuddered and came inside me. For a brief second, I could feel the throb of him releasing, then my aftershocks of pleasure merged with his, and I couldn’t tell one from the other.
Distantly, I became aware of Sir Elton John yapping outside the door. I laughed tiredly. “Somebody’s excited.”
Christian dropped a kiss on my shoulder. “He’s not the only one.”
I turned my head, catching his mouth in another kiss. “Same here. That was incredible.”
We separated so that Christian could pull out of me and discard the condom. When he returned, he held out a hand to help me up. “Shower?”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, rising to my feet.
“And afterward…”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to stay over?”
I smiled and slid my arm around him. “Hell yeah. Just try to get rid of me and see how that works out for you.”
He laughed, relaxing a little. “I like that you’re the kind of man who tells me what you want.”
“Yeah? That’s good. Because what I want now is for you to get your sexy ass in that shower and get wet and slippery with me. We’re not done yet. In fact, we might not sleep at all.”
“I like the sound of that,” Christian said.
* * *
By the time our shower ended, we’d had enough recovery time to amp each other up again. We exchanged blow jobs before drying off and falling into bed. Sleep pulled me under shortly afterward, but I woke in the night to the feel of his mouth on me. The man truly loved oral, so I let myself float in a half-awake state while he worked my cock with his mouth.
When he pushed his fingers into my ass, I groaned. “Fuck me again.”
Christian didn’t need to be asked twice. He grabbed a condom, slicked on some lube, and pushed inside me. This time, the sex was slower, but somehow more intense in the darkness with nothing but the sounds of our ragged breaths and moving bodies between us. The pleasure crested slowly, swirling through me like a dream as my mind drifted in a haze. Christian grasped my cock, stroking while he rocked into me, until I came with a shuddering sigh. He followed right after, pressing his face into my neck as he choked on a quiet sob of pleasure.
He stayed there, lying on top of me for long moments. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, as our breathing slowed.
“I could fall asleep like this,” he said, his breath hot against my collar bone.
“While you’re still inside me? Kinky.”
He chuckled a little. “I suppose I should move.”
He shifted, but I tightened my arms. “Nah. Stay a little longer. I like the feel of you in me.”
“I like it too,” he murmured.
We stayed like that, linked together, until sleep threatened to swoop in again. Then regretfully, we separated and cleaned up before curling together. As I drifted off, my arm wrapped around Christian, holding him close, I felt as if a void inside me had finally been filled.
I squeezed him against me, reveling in his warmth, and imagined what it might feel like to have this every night.
It should have been a scary thought. We’d only just agreed to try a relationship, and I’d been hurt before. Tori had been hurt too. But even though I planned to take it slow, to protect Tori from expecting too much too soon, I knew somehow that this time was different.
This time, it would last.
This time, I wouldn’t be disappointed.
This time, I’d found a man with a heart big enough for me and Tori both.
