Page 20 of A Kickin' Karate Christmas
I reached past the elastic band of his underwear and thumbed over his head, collecting a bead of precum on my thumb. I held his eyes as I brought my thumb to my mouth. Heat blazed in his expression, and he closed the space between us again.
This time, when he pushed me against the wall, he used a little more force. He pinned me in place with his strong body and brought his lips to mine, shoving his tongue so far into my mouth that it felt like he was trying to tongue fuck my tonsils. Our dicks brushed together as his lips assaulted mine. It was hot, but not as hot as the moment he wrapped his hand around both of our shafts. I began to fuck into the hot tunnel of his hand, rubbing my cock against his.
The more he worked us over, the more desperate I became. My dick was leaking all over him, giving way to a smoother glide. He swallowed down all my moans and groans, feeding his own back to me. When my cock began to throb, he pulled his hand away and tugged me to the bed, pushing me back onto it and crawling over me.
He reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. I raised an eyebrow. “I saw you grab it during our calls,” he explained. “Knew I’d need it eventually.” He pulled away from me, still holding the small plastic bottle. “I’m going to need it, right?”
“Well, you’re sure as hell not fucking me dry with that beast.”
His throaty laughter was a sexier sound than any of the moans I’d drawn from him. The way it lit up his face made him thatmuch more attractive. I didn’t know how it was even possible. It wasn’t fair. “Good,” he stated when he got control over his laughter. “I’ve been looking forward to this since that first phone call. The moment you started fingering yourself, I started imagining it was me doing it.” He opened the bottle of lube and poured a little over his fingers. “Spread your legs.”
My legs opened immediately. He settled between them. He dragged his lube slick fingers down my shaft and over my balls. I held my breath as he journeyed closer to my hole and only exhaled again when he thumbed over the pucker.
“So good,” he whispered as he rubbed over the sensitive skin. “You’ve been looking forward to this, too, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.” My answer trailed off into a moan as his first finger pushed inside, tortuously slow.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So hot.” He began to move his finger slowly, pumping in and out of me. Soon, he added a second, and then a third. Each thrust of his fingers barely brushed my prostate. He kept up a constant stream of dirty talk as he finger fucked me. At least when he wasn’t kissing me.
“Need more,” I panted out when he pulled away from the last kiss. I needed so much more than just his fingers. I was ready. I was relaxed. If I didn’t get him inside of me soon, I was going to explode.
I felt empty when he withdrew his fingers, but the sight of him reaching back in my drawer for a condom made it worth it. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and slid the condom over his shaft. I watched as he poured lube over himself and positioned himself at my entrance. The first moment when he breached me burned. He was so thick.
“Relax,” he instructed. I took a deep breath and bore down as he pushed further in. He moved slowly until he was fully seated. He gave me a moment for my body to adjust, and then he began to move.
He started with slow, deep thrusts, each move perfectly controlled. He draped his body over me and began to kiss me as he moved. I widened my legs, planting my feet on the bed to give him better access, and rolled my hips to meet him on every thrust. He began to pick up pace. I was panting into the kiss. Sweat glistened on his forehead and strands of his dark hair formed a curtain around us, creating the illusion that we were in our own little world.
Kissing turned more into panting into each other’s mouths, lips barely touching, the more he worked me over. The friction of his abs on my engorged dick was going to send me over the edge. It was like he could tell. He slowed down and straightened up, pushing my legs up to my chest. The change in angle had him hitting my prostate on every drive. Precum leaked over my chest.
“So close,” I panted as I began to stroke myself in time with his moves.
“Me too.” He fucked me harder, setting a punishing pace. I was going to feel it in the morning. Hell, at this rate, I was going to feel it every time I sat down for the next week, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to slow down or go easier on me. “You feel so good. So fucking good.” He wrapped his hand around mine. “Going to cum.”
Hearing the effect I was having on him sent me over the edge. I spilled over our hands, shouting his name. His hips faltered and his rhythm began to fall apart as he chased his own orgasm. He came with a loud moan and collapsed on my chest, sweat and cum between us.
He stayed like that for a few minutes, peppering my lips with little kisses as we both struggled to catch our breath. By the time he pulled out and rolled over, I was breathing normally again.
“That was amazing.”
“We’re doing that again,” he agreed. “Many times, if I have my way.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him for another kiss.
We spent the rest of Friday night in bed, with the exception of a short shower to clean ourselves off. I fell asleep in his arms, and I slept better than I had in a long time. I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon and an empty bed. I pulled on a pair of sweats and padded down the hallway.
He was standing at my stove wearing only a pair of black pants branded with the dojo logo on the side of his leg slung low on his hips, cooking. “As sexy as surprise breakfast is, I think I liked waking up with you the last time you were here better.”
He laughed as he reached across the pan to turn off the stove. “I’m an early riser.”
“I can see that.” My eyes drifted to the red numbers on the stove. It was already ten in the morning. “Usually I am, too. I don’t remember the last time I slept this late.”
“I guess you needed it.”
“Someone wore me out last night,” I teased.
He grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate and fed it to me. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Okay. Still up for shopping today?”
