He kisses me again, the taste of cinnamon on his tongue. We share a moment before making our way to the bedroom, which sounds pretty damn great to me considering how exhausted Iam.
I strip down quickly and collapse onto thebed.
“Well, that was fast,” Eric notes as he’s only made it as far as removing his shirt and undoing hisfly.
“Just needed to air out after being in the Santa costume allday.”
Eric leans down and kisses my stomach, then crawls up, his legs on either side of me as he makes his way to my lips, granting me some much-neededrelief.
“I don’t think I can do anything right now,” Iconfess.
“You lie right here and let me take care of the hardwork.”
“Well, it’s not the hard part I’m worried about,” I tell him as his cock stiffens againstme.
We continue kissing, which gets enough adrenaline pulsing through me to give me a second wind. I roll on top of him, and hegrowls.
“Oh, it’s my dominant Jesse coming out to play. Daddy Santa has done things to you.” As I laugh, he assesses my expression, adding, “You sure you’re out ofenergy?”
“Looks like you have something inmind.”
“Maybe we could try some more with the buttplug.”
“Oh, look. Suddenly I’m all refreshed again,” I say overdramatically, and hegrins.
I’ve enjoyed every time we’ve played around with the butt plug since we first brought it into the bedroom. It’s been amazing watching Eric confront so many of his inner demons through the exercises Carolyn and Troy have assisted us withutilizing.
I head over to the nightstand and retrieve the lube and plug while he positions himself on his back. We’re cautious, following the steps, taking our time. We want to do this right, and even when it seems silly repeating some of these steps, it’s kind of become a running joke for both of us, so at least we find it amusing more than anythingelse.
He works the toy inside him, as we’ve already done a fewtimes.
“How do you feel?” I ask, my hand on hischest.
“Really good.” He pulls the plug out and sets it on the bed besidehim.
“Somethingwrong?”
“Give me yourhand.”
I can tell by his expression that he’s not tense or agitated. I’ve gotten pretty good at reading his vibe in these situations, and I trust him the way he has to trust me in moments likethese.
I offer him my hand, and he guides it down to his ass. “I want you inside me, Jesse. Hold out yourfingers.”
I hold out two, and he places them where the toy was, closes his eyes, and relaxes, but keeps his hand on mine the way he would with the toy. “Just rightthere.”
Carolyn assured us we would evolve to this at some point when Eric was comfortable, and I’m so pleased to see it’s happening tonight…naturally…Eric feeling his way into it and not seeming to push the way he did in thepast.
I’m trying to remain still, not to disturb him, but in the process, notice my hands trembling more thanusual.
“Eric, is this toomuch?”
“No,” he replies, then takes deep breaths. I give him time to relax into the experience and find myself simulating some of the breathing exercises Troy’s taught him to calm myself. Finally, Eric opens his eyes and says, “Come down here and kissme.”
I obey, keeping my forefinger and middle finger pressed against him. He pushes them in slightly, and I revel in thesensation.
“God, that feels so good,” I confess, moaning as I imagine so much more…what it would feel like to be fully in him, just as I imagined when we were on that phonecall.
He pushes me farther in, then stops abruptly, his body trembling. I’ve seen him get like this with the butt plug, so I remain still, ready for him to call it quits. He doesn’t say anything for amoment.
