I couldn’t stop my hips as they rose up, jutting my cock into his side. My hands rose to my face, hiding it.
“It’s okay,” Keir said softly. “You’re beautiful.” A short chuckle. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.”
Was it wrong that I wanted him inside me? Right now? Every word we spoke, every breath we drew seemed like it was delaying my need. Consuming time. Christmas Eve was hours away. Santa's flight was still not a go.
I took my hands away from my face. Keir’s hair fell around his shoulders and brushed my chest. Usually, it was so neatly tucked behind his ears, cascading down his back in a shiny sheet that didn’t move much. I raised my arms and put them around his neck, pulling him to me.
“Hurry,” I said.
“Shh. It will all be fine.”
“It hurts.” Had I told him that already?
“I know.” He pushed my robe back from my shoulders. “Lift up.”
I obeyed and he got it all the way off. Now I lay before him stark naked, erect, thighs wet, chest heaving. I was surprised to look at myself and not see flames rising from my skin.
Keir kissed me a few more times, one hand trailing down my chest to my stomach, petting, testing my resolve. I lifted my hips again and again, impatient.
He leaned back, his hand trailing further. “All right?”
I nodded, then squeezed my eyes shut as his hand wrapped around my hard shaft and stroked up. My balls drew tight. Hemilked it for less than a minute before I cried out, shooting hard, feeling the hot liquid spatter my stomach and chest.
“Perfect,” he crooned. “What a beautiful start.”
The omega in me needed to let go and allow him to lead. To mold me into his willing partner. I wanted commands. I craved for him to be my boss and tell me what to do even now.
Between gasps, I said, “Tell me how you want me.”
“I can do that. I will.”
Relief flooded me along with the tail end of that blast of an orgasm. My knees fell further apart.
“Tell me everything. Every step. I want to hear it.”
“Yes, honey. Yes. I’m going to take my clothes off now.”
“Yes, please do that.” It was happening. This was real.
My hole spasmed, slick moving out of me. I wanted to present it to him but for now I was distracted, watching him pull off his shirt and then undo his pants.
His body gleamed, lean-muscled, whip-strong. Dark gold. More handsome than anyone I’d ever dreamed of. His hair fell from side to side, a fall of light as he pushed his pants off.
His cock bobbed up, red-gold and shiny with desire. I was already lifting my legs.
Keir positioned himself between them, running his hands up my thighs. “You all right, honey?”
I loved that endearment. How did he know?
“Yes. I need you. Please.” I hoped he liked pleading because I was going to be doing a lot of it.
He leaned in again. “Be sure.”
“I consent.” I bit down on my smile.
He ran one hand over my still half-hard cock down to my balls, then further. His fingers delved between my cheeks and found my open hole. I was so ready that his forefinger practically fell inside me. He probed easily, the slick letting him slide it all the way in.
“You’re burning up, honey.”
