“For letting me do that. You’re stunning.”
I tried to remember if anyone had called me stunning before. Nope. This was a first. Granted, I did try to keep in shape.
Aspen’s hands moved slowly behind me, caressing my ass, then came forward again.
“Can I touch?”
I didn’t know what would happen. I was more aroused than ever. I didn’t want to embarrass myself and come before we’d even started.
I gulped, looking at his rapt face. How could I say no?
13
Aspen
Lean, tall, beautiful. Dale had it all. I’d been lucky in life to have everything I needed. Except this. Now, here he was. Naked and aroused before me.
The fire made soft ticks, keeping the air warm along with the heater that snicked on and off. The lights were low, the garlands glimmering. It was enough to see Dale in all his naked glory, golden and sacred.
Some deity had favored me tonight. Maybe Santa himself.
“Can I touch?” My fingernails dug into my palms as I barely held myself back.
He shivered very slightly, gulped and said, “I’m right on the edge of the cliff again.”
I nodded, understanding exactly how it was. I’d go slow. Even though I wanted to rush and feel him spread me, have him inside me, I also wanted to know him. Watch him. See how he came apart and fitted back together again. Dale made me feel more alive and connected than anyone I’d ever met. It wasmore than lust. I wanted to treat him with great kindness. With majesty… because that was how he looked to me right now. That special.
“Lean forward just a bit, handsome.” I wasn’t used to hearing myself talk dirty. My past encounters, very few, had been with more dominating alphas who wanted me mostly submissive. With Dale, it was easy and natural to say what I wanted. I knew deep inside he would give me anything.
Warmth went straight to my cheeks. And my hole. I wasn’t embarrassed. Dale was just that hot.
He obeyed, his cock swinging up and down as he shifted closer to me.
I moved my hand from his hip and across his upper thigh until my forefinger could brush the base of his shaft. I looked up and saw his nostrils flare.
What a sculpture of perfection he was. What a treasure.
I let my finger curl against the root. Dale was thick. My finger circled him. Slowly, the rest of my hand followed until I was holding him. I stroked up.
He hissed. His hand reached for me but before making contact, fell back. I took that as a sign he didn’t want me to stop. I squeezed him and ran my hand up and down, feeling the tender skin, and the loops and lines of veins beneath it.
“I want you,” I whispered. Then I leaned forward and kissed the tip.
He jerked at the touch, moaning, then forced my shoulders back until my head was on the pillow. He bent himself double and met my lips. “Get your clothes off, then.” He licked along my lower lip. “Please.”
I’d never complied with a request in bed faster. Plus, I’d never had such a polite request.
As Dale helped me out of my boxers and shirt, I threw my clothes off the side of the bed and reached up to wrap my armsaround his neck. My bent knees pressed hard at his waist. He pressed his body against mine now that we were both naked. My hard cock met his. I lifted my hips to rub shamelessly against him. Slick warmed against my hole. My body was ready.
One of Dale’s hands ran down my body. He lifted himself so he could hold my cock, stroke me, then cup my balls.
“I’m wet for you.” I couldn’t believe I’d spoken aloud.
“Hold on.” He crawled over my legs and leaned down the side of the bed. When his hand came up, he held a towel, oil and a condom.
“You prepared?” I asked.
“I hoped.”
