Page 37 of One More Yule Log
“Shhhh.” He reached up to stroke Ben’s hair off his face. “I got you. I said that, right?”
“You did. God, honey. That was amazing.” Ben blinked up at him, the expression dazed, almost dizzy.
“Uh-huh.” He needed to find the strength to get rid of the condom and lie back down… His arms were shaking, his brain still in little fuzzy pieces. Ben was a force of nature.
“There’s a trash can by the bed, and I have a soft towel.”
God, he might be in love.
“Thanks, hon.” He managed to hoist up so he could get the condom off, then cleaned them both before flopping back down to gather Ben in his arms.
Ben snuggled in, enveloping them in the soft down comforter that was like heaven on earth. They had all they needed. Full bellies, full hearts, and an earth-shattering orgasm or two.
He couldn’t wait to see what they woke up to.
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Ben hadn’t woken up naked with another man in his recent memory, and it was a lovely indulgence. Gray was a snuggler, staying curled in close, one arm and one leg over him.
He loved all of Gray’s textures. Clearly he wasn’t a manscaper, because dark fuzz grew on his chest and in a trail down his belly, springy and wonderful.
He stroked it, because what else could he do? He petted in long motions, careful not to wake Gray up.
Warm, firm skin lay over hard muscle, and he had to admit, Gray’s gun show was damn impressive. Kneading bread? Stirring. No baker should be so buff.
Still, he was, and Ben was grateful for it. He added soft, sucking kisses to the touches, gradually heading south under the covers.
“Mmm. Morning.” Gray’s callused fingers caught in his hair.
“Morning, honey.” He found one nipple and fastened on, sucking gently.
“Yum.” Gray chuckled, belly and chest bouncing. “You just wake up?”
“Mmhmm.” He licked a lazy circle. “Couple minutes.”
“That—that’s all, huh?” The little hitch in Gray’s breathing made him feel ten feet tall.
“Mmhmm…” His hand found Gray’s cock and began to work it, nice and easy.
“Uhn.” Gray spread, digging in a little so those hips could push up. He felt all those lovely muscles tense.
That was nice. He nibbled on that hardening nipple, weighing Gray’s balls in his palm.
Gray moaned, rubbing down against his hand. “Oh, hello.”
“Mmm…” He kept heading down, nibbling on Gray’s abs, letting his teeth drag. This was so damn nice, this slow exploration. Ben was loving it, and he wanted to stay here for a bit and revel in it. Then a champagne breakfast maybe. They were in no hurry. Gray had said they had short hours on Sundays and Alice was bringing in her teenage daughter to help open.
And Liv would be good ’til noon. Easy. He tugged at Gray’s short hairs, nudging the fat cock with his chin.
“Damn.” Gray’s legs moved restlessly. “Yeah, damn. That’s good, babe.”
“We are. We’re damn good.” Together.
“We are. I’ve never—not so fast, for sure. You make me incredibly horny and happy.” Gray circled his hips, rocking.
“Good.” He dragged his tongue along the wet slit, learning the flavor of his new lover. The bitter salt exploded over him, filling his senses.
Gray rubbed his hair, his shoulders, making these amazing noises, just begging for more. That big body told the same story, Gray moving into him, getting closer. They were cooking with oil again, and he figured it would be awhile before they could do leisurely.
