“You don’t?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“ObviouslyI do,” Andy said. “I just don’t remember you getting laid even once in the entire time I’ve known you. Before this week, anyway.”
“My heart was quite set on you,” I confessed, little more than a whisper.
The sparkle in Andy’s eyes softened into something else entirely.
I didn’t think anyone had ever looked at me quite the way he was right now.
“Wish you’d said something earlier.”
“Well, now that I know you wouldn’t have been utterly repulsed by the idea...” I smiled at him. “I liked what I had. But I don’t regret that it’s changed.”
“More fun this way.” Andy beamed, catching my lips for another long, indulgent kiss that left me aching with want.
He slipped a hand between us, warm fingers curling around both our cocks, hips grinding as we kissed, barely breaking for air.
My hands roamed up soft thighs, teasing the delicate skin of them, fingers trailing up to the perfect firmness of his backside, sliding between the cheeks to tease him.
Andy laughed breathlessly, pushing back into my hands, encouraging me to press harder, grip tighter as we rocked together.
“You have an incredible body,” he murmured, pulling back to brush our noses together, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looked down between us, watching his own hand move.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Andy said, beaming at me. “For a start, it’s yours. All of you is incredible.”
I didn’t need or deserve the flattery, but I wasn’t about to refuse it.
“And you’ve got a great butt,” he added. “And I… I like the way I feel when I’m with you,” he finished, burying his face against my shoulder.
“For the record,” I murmured. “I think you’re wonderful, too.”
“Hold that thought.” Andy grinned before disappearing under the covers.
I gasped as his tongue dipped into my navel, and then moaned as he shuffled lower, fingers finding his hair and grabbing on for the ride.
The heat of his clever tongue and eager mouth were the best Christmas gift I’d ever been given.
I came in what felt like seconds, seeing Christmas lights dancing behind my eyelids as I rode it out.
The next thing I knew was Andy pressing sweet little closed-mouth pecks to my lips, as though he was afraid I might not want to taste myself in his mouth.
But Idid, more than anything, and his happy little gasp as I deepened the kiss was the best reward I could think of.
By the time I caught my breath I couldn’t stop smiling against his mouth, overwhelmed with the joy of just being with him.
“Good?” Andy asked, so close our noses brushed together.
“Wonderful,” I said, kissing him one last time before ducking under the covers myself. “My turn.”
* * *
“Okay,what do you call five hundred penguins in Trafalgar Square?” Andy asked, grinning at me as he held up the first of a packet of Penguins he’d broken open for the train trip home.
He’d bought two cases—one to leave with my father, one to take home with us.
Father had created a monster.
