“Wait,” he said, reaching for his discarded jeans. He fumbled in the pocket and triumphantly pulled out a small travel packet. “Always prepared.”
“Are you a Boy Scout or something?” I teased.
“Nah. I just know how insatiable you are.”
He tore open the packet with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine as he slicked his fingers. When he pressed the first one inside me, I arched against him, the familiar stretch sendingpleasure coursing through me. The Christmas lights above blurred into streaks of white as my eyes fluttered closed.
Kent worked me open slowly, adding a second finger, then a third, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my toes curl. All the while, his mouth left a trail of hot kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, pausing to suck at the sensitive skin just above my hip.
“Kent,” I moaned, my hands tangled in his hair. “Please fuck me already.”
“Don’t you worry,” he promised, withdrawing his fingers. They were quickly replaced by the blunt head of his cock, thick and throbbing against my entrance. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”
When he pushed inside, it felt like ascending to heaven. The fullness, the slight burn, the way he paused to let me adjust. It was all so familiar now, yet somehow still as thrilling as the first time. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
Kent began to move, setting a slow aching rhythm that had us both gasping. The tree lights cast a kaleidoscope of shadows across his face as he moved above me, his expression a mixture of concentration and bliss. I reached up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips.
“You’re everything,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss my palm. “Everything I never knew I wanted.”
His words sent a shiver through me. I pulled him down for another kiss, deeper this time, desperate to convey everything I felt without words. The weight of him, the scent of pine, the soft glow of lights… it was almost too perfect.
“Harder,” I urged, digging my nails into his back. “I need more of you.”
Kent obliged, his hips snapping forward with renewed purpose. The angle shifted and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, making stars explode behind myeyelids. I couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped me, moans and pleas that echoed in our living room.
“That’s it,” Kent growled, his rhythm becoming more intense. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
I was beyond words, beyond thought. There was only sensation. Kent inside me, around me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and his breath hot against my neck as he fucked me senseless. The Christmas lights blurred above us, creating a halo effect that made everything seem dreamlike and surreal.
“You’re close,” he murmured, not a question but a statement. He knew my body so well now, could read every tremor, every change in my breathing. “Cum for me, James. I want to feel you.”
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took. I came with his name on my lips, my body arching off the floor, pleasure crashing through me in waves. Kent followed moments later, burying himself deep inside me as he reached his own release, his heat filling me perfectly.
After, we lay tangled together on the rug, the tree lights twinkling above us like stars. Kent traced lazy patterns on my chest, his head resting on my shoulder.
“Best tree ever,” I murmured, making him laugh.
“If I’d known this would be your reaction, I would have bought a tree the day we moved in.”
I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. “It never would’ve survived.”
“Then I’d get another,” he shrugged. “Anything to make you happy. Our first Christmas together should be extra special.”
The simple statement filled me with warmth. Our first Christmas. The first of many, if I had anything to say about it. Three months ago, I couldn’t have imagined being here, in thisbeautiful townhouse, with Kent looking at me like I was his entire world.
“What are you thinking about?” Kent asked, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me.
“Just how lucky I am,” I admitted. “How far we’ve come.”
His expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “We’ve both come a long way.”
A cool draft reminded me that we were still naked on the living room floor. I shivered slightly, and Kent immediately pulled me closer.
“Cold?” he asked. “We should probably get dressed before the groceries spoil completely.”
I glanced toward the abandoned bags by the door and groaned. “I forgot all about them. Our ice cream is melting.”
“Worth it,” Kent grinned, pressing a kiss to my temple before reluctantly untangling himself from me. He stood and offered me his hand, pulling me to my feet.
