“Yes, Daddy. More than okay. It feels so good.”
I thrust slowly and gently, keeping the movement of my hips slight and shallow at first, until I’m sure he’s not in any discomfort. Gradually, I make my thrusts longer, harder, and faster, until I’ve found a rhythm that maximises his gasps and groans. The rings around my cock and balls are going to help me last longer, he realises that, doesn’t he?
“When will you come, boy?”
“When you tell me to, Daddy.”
I wrap my arms around him so I can hold him close. I kiss him, inhale his scent, revel in every gasp, pant, moan, and groan that escapes his damp lips, treasure the feel of him against me and around me. He’s so damn receptive to every movement of my hips, every press of my lips, every caress of my tongue, that it drives me wild. He moves in time with my hips, bringing me deliriously deep inside him. I can see the pleasure in his eyes, twinned with the struggle of not allowing himself to orgasm. He whispers how much he wants and needs me between increasingly frenzied kisses, and fuck, I believe him. I tell him how beautiful he is, how stunning, how much I’m enjoying being with him. In him. The dildo heightens everything, making me wonder why I’ve never played with this toy before. Making me hope he wants to play with it again.
Eventually, I can’t hold my orgasm back any longer. “Come with me, boy,” I gasp, before giving in and letting it explode out of me. My cock shudders inside him, my load filling the tip of the condom. I grunt and groan and kiss him as he shakes and trembles and comes. I press my chest and stomach against his, squashing his hot, sticky cum between our sweaty bodies. Panting, I lay still, buried inside him, stroking his face, kissing him softly.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” he says in a sweet, raspy tone.
“You like your Christmas present?”
“Fuck, yes! It exceeded all my expectations. I should write a glowing review for it.”
“And I enjoyed my Christmas present.”
“Me?”
I nuzzle him. “Yes, you.” I move, but he holds me to him.
“Stay inside me for a little while, Daddy. Please?”
“You’re sure?” I don’t want the dildo to become uncomfortable inside him. Unlike my cock, it won’t soften.
“Yes. I’ll let you know if it’s not nice anymore. Not that your cock isn’t always nice, but the dildo?—”
I kiss him. “I know what you meant, boy.”
We lie still, holding and stroking each other. Christmas has never felt more perfect.
16
ROWAN
Eventually, we have to move. Damon cleans us up, puts on some underwear and then opens the curtains.
He turns to me, smiling. “You should look outside, boy. I think you’ll be happy.”
I gasp. “Is it a white Christmas?”
He chuckles and nods.
I fly out of bed to the window, forgetting I’m naked. I lean on the windowsill, staring at the white landscape with wide eyes. The snow is postcard-perfect and inviting. Being in a toasty-warm apartment helps.
I squeal with joy. “I’ve never seen so much snow on Christmas Day.”
Damon drapes his dressing gown over my shoulders and fastens it. “Do you want to go for a walk before we think about cooking dinner?”
I bounce on the balls of my feet. “Can we?”
“Whatever you want to do.”
I turn, loop my arms over his shoulders, and stare into his eyes. “It’s your day, too,” I remind him. Again.
“I’m happy as long as you are.”
