“Let’s not get carried away.”
“Oh, right,” I say. “Wouldn’t want to spook you again. You might run. I’ll just have to move to a higher building. Then you won’t run because you’ll know you can’t make it up the stairs when you come back.”
“Fuck you,” he says, shoving me playfully.
“I’m planning on it.” I roll over onto him, nudging his legs apart so I can fit between. “You always have to top?”
“Pretty much.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
He hesitates, then shakes his head. “No.”
“Would you?”
“Please don’t tell me you’re a top now.”
I can’t help but laugh at his defeated expression. “Only once in a while. Is that a problem?”
“No.” He runs his hands up my sides, around my shoulders. “It’s not a problem.”
“Would you bottom for me? Just once?”
He hesitates only a second and then nods. “For you? Yeah, of course I would.”
I lean down to kiss him, bracketing his head with my elbows. “Prove it.”
“Right now?”
I rub my nose against his. “Do I need to make an appointment?”
“Maybe,” he says, but I can already feel him hardening against me. “I think that requires some preparation. Especially with you. You’re hung like a fucking stallion, in case you didn’t know.”
“Oh, I know,” I say, smirking down at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll prep you.”
“You will, huh?” he asks, smirking back at me with that fucking piercing just below his lower lip making him look tough as fuck. I can’t wait to make him whimper for me.
“I will,” I say, adjusting my position so our hips are pressed together, my length against his. “I’ve been preparing for the last five years. You think I don’t have it planned to the very last detail?”
“You’ve been planning to fuck me for five years?”
“Maybe ten,” I say, fisting my fingers in his golden strands. “Planning, preparing, fantasizing… Wishing on stars.”
“That’s what you wished for? To fuck me?”
I let my lips dip to his before I whisper against them, “More.”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
“Then it won’t come true.”
“Too late,” he says, grinding up into me. “I wished to spend Christmas with you. So it already came true.”
“So has mine,” I murmur against his mouth. “You just haven’t said it yet.”
“Oh,” he says, and then his eyes grow serious again, and he goes still under me. “Oh… Of course I do.”
“Then tell me.”
