watch as the corners of his lips turn up into the most amazing smile.
“Hey,” I say. He laughs and slides onto his side. I am still on his lap, albeit on our sides, and he is still buried inside me. He tugs the cover over our bodies and pulls me a little tighter against his chest, even if there really was no space at all to begin with. God, this feels good.
His hand traces my hairline, his finger gathering the stray hairs that are now stuck to my forehead. He carefully tucks them away and just stares at me. His soft brown eyes glow golden and shine bright. His dark brow and strong jaw are relaxed and those lips…smiling. “Hey.” He tucks my head under his chin and kisses my hair. I don’t think I have ever felt this cherished.
I get a sinking feeling all too soon because I know this isn’t real. This isn’t what he wants, and I am not going to ruin this and pretend that it is. I am not that naïve…not anymore. I hate that I am doing this, because what we have right now feels kind of perfect. But there is no point if we are not going to be honest. Whatever this is, it has no future if we can’t be honest.
“So Jason, now that you have that urge out of the way. When do we start?” I try to keep my tone light, but even I can hear the curt edge. His eyes narrow, and he purses his lips like he has some nasty taste in his mouth. I instantly feel bad and try to rectify my mistake. I soften my question. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that but this”—I wiggle my finger between us because there is no distance at all due to the way he is still holding me—“this isn’t what you want is it?”
“Actually Sam, this is exactly what I want.” He tips my chin, closing my mouth because yet again he has rendered me speechless. “I want a relationship. Granted, we—and I mean both of us—it won’t ever be a conventional relationship, but I want this. I want your body; I want your time, and I want your submission. But there is no rush. We can sort all the details later. The important thing is you said yes.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas. I got you.” He holds my stunned gaze with utter sincerity.
“I…I don’t know what to say.” I manage and he barks out a laugh.
“Did you get what you wanted?” he teases, and I can feel him swell inside me. I sigh.
“Hmm, well, I don’t remember asking Santa for several mind-blowing orgasms, but then he is magical, so maybe he just knew,” I mock.
“Several you say…I only counted two. But the night is young, and I do have another present I wanted to give you.” He flings the covers back and leaps from the bed, his semihard erection bobbing under its own weight, tempting me. I crawl over to the edge and stretch my hand out to try and grab me some.
He steps away. “Nah-ah, naughty girls have to wait for their treats.” He bites his bottom lip, and his eyes drag salaciously over my nakedness. I am pretty sure I could tempt him back, but he obviously has plans.
“You going somewhere?” I tuck the loose sheet around me and watch him step into his clothes.
“ We are going to the club.” He wiggles his brow, his face alight with mischief and wickedness. I roll my eyes.
“This is you not rushing. I’d hate to see you in a hurry. You must be like Wylie Coyote on speed.” I shuffle to the end of the bed with a little sadness swirling in my tummy. It’s going to be hard to believe he wants more when the first thing we do is head for the club. But if I don’t trust him, I should just back out now and I don’t want to, not really. I have reservations, huge reservations, but trust isn’t one of them.
“We don’t have to go. But I thought as it is closed to the public…”
“No, no, it’s perfect. The sooner the better. The anticipation is killing me.” I stand with the sheet wrapped like a toga, loose and dipping low. He steps up to me and lifts me into his arms. There is safety in these
“Hey,” I say. He laughs and slides onto his side. I am still on his lap, albeit on our sides, and he is still buried inside me. He tugs the cover over our bodies and pulls me a little tighter against his chest, even if there really was no space at all to begin with. God, this feels good.
His hand traces my hairline, his finger gathering the stray hairs that are now stuck to my forehead. He carefully tucks them away and just stares at me. His soft brown eyes glow golden and shine bright. His dark brow and strong jaw are relaxed and those lips…smiling. “Hey.” He tucks my head under his chin and kisses my hair. I don’t think I have ever felt this cherished.
I get a sinking feeling all too soon because I know this isn’t real. This isn’t what he wants, and I am not going to ruin this and pretend that it is. I am not that naïve…not anymore. I hate that I am doing this, because what we have right now feels kind of perfect. But there is no point if we are not going to be honest. Whatever this is, it has no future if we can’t be honest.
“So Jason, now that you have that urge out of the way. When do we start?” I try to keep my tone light, but even I can hear the curt edge. His eyes narrow, and he purses his lips like he has some nasty taste in his mouth. I instantly feel bad and try to rectify my mistake. I soften my question. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that but this”—I wiggle my finger between us because there is no distance at all due to the way he is still holding me—“this isn’t what you want is it?”
“Actually Sam, this is exactly what I want.” He tips my chin, closing my mouth because yet again he has rendered me speechless. “I want a relationship. Granted, we—and I mean both of us—it won’t ever be a conventional relationship, but I want this. I want your body; I want your time, and I want your submission. But there is no rush. We can sort all the details later. The important thing is you said yes.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas. I got you.” He holds my stunned gaze with utter sincerity.
“I…I don’t know what to say.” I manage and he barks out a laugh.
“Did you get what you wanted?” he teases, and I can feel him swell inside me. I sigh.
“Hmm, well, I don’t remember asking Santa for several mind-blowing orgasms, but then he is magical, so maybe he just knew,” I mock.
“Several you say…I only counted two. But the night is young, and I do have another present I wanted to give you.” He flings the covers back and leaps from the bed, his semihard erection bobbing under its own weight, tempting me. I crawl over to the edge and stretch my hand out to try and grab me some.
He steps away. “Nah-ah, naughty girls have to wait for their treats.” He bites his bottom lip, and his eyes drag salaciously over my nakedness. I am pretty sure I could tempt him back, but he obviously has plans.
“You going somewhere?” I tuck the loose sheet around me and watch him step into his clothes.
“ We are going to the club.” He wiggles his brow, his face alight with mischief and wickedness. I roll my eyes.
“This is you not rushing. I’d hate to see you in a hurry. You must be like Wylie Coyote on speed.” I shuffle to the end of the bed with a little sadness swirling in my tummy. It’s going to be hard to believe he wants more when the first thing we do is head for the club. But if I don’t trust him, I should just back out now and I don’t want to, not really. I have reservations, huge reservations, but trust isn’t one of them.
“We don’t have to go. But I thought as it is closed to the public…”
“No, no, it’s perfect. The sooner the better. The anticipation is killing me.” I stand with the sheet wrapped like a toga, loose and dipping low. He steps up to me and lifts me into his arms. There is safety in these
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