Page 15 of It's a Wonderful Knife
I smiled teasingly. “I thought you were here for the Christmas tree?”
“You thought wrong.”
“If that’s true, then next Christmas let’s go to the Bahamas. I’d much prefer that.”
He laughed. “Come on now, you just got here. It’ll be a ton of fun.”
“If you say so.” I leaned in and took his mouth again, and he opened to my kiss. Our tongues slid together in a practiced, lusty dance. I began to unbutton his shirt, and he did the same for me. I slipped my hands inside his open shirt, loving the smooth glide of his skin beneath my palms.
“New plan. Shower first, unpack later?” he asked breathlessly.
“Yes, please.” I’d never felt this insatiable about anyone before. Royce was different in every way for me. He brought things out in me emotionally and physically that were new and terrifying. But I couldn’t walk away.
Mouths joined, we stroked and rubbed each other and then moved into the bathroom. The bathroom was bigger than I’d pictured, and the shower was downright luxurious. There was glass from floor to ceiling and beautiful pale pistachio-green tile. It took seconds to shed our clothing, and Royce opened the shower and turned on the water. We amused ourselves with long, sensual kisses as the bathroom filled with steam.
We got into the shower, and the touching continued. I was hard and eager to get to the main event. I’d missed being with Royce on the trip, and it was so perfect to now reacquaint ourselves naked. Royce had been smart enough to grab the lube and a condom from his suitcase on the way into the bathroom. I’d been way too distracted by need.
He pressed me against the wall of the shower, and I winced a bit as my bare skin touched the cold tile. But mostly I was consumed by his taste and masculine scent. The water was warm as it cascaded down our bodies, and then his lubed fingers were invading that sweet spot between my ass cheeks.
“Welcome to Giggly Elves Farm,” he rasped, gently slipping two fingers inside of me.
I gasped at the delicious invasion, pressing my face to his broad chest. “Thanks for… having me,” I mumbled, shivering as he worked his fingers in and out, coaxing groans from my tight throat. I wound my arms around his neck, not just because my legs were weak. Mostly I wanted to be pressed close to his muscled body. Nothing felt better than being against him, giving and taking pleasure.
Taking both of our cocks in hand, I stroked them, using apple-scented lube to slick the way. He groaned and kissed me harder, pulling his fingers from my body. Once the kiss ended, I turned to face the wall, trembling with anticipation. The rip of a condom packet, and then he was pushing inside of me in a slow, burning glide of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I rasped, pressing back for maximum penetration.
His slick fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he began to thrust. Every time he entered me, he groaned and whispered how much he loved me. Ifeltloved too. For the first time in my life, I believed someone truly loved me. When we had sex, it wasn’t just a physical itch that needed scratching. It was a joining of our souls, an emotional melding that felt as intimate as anything he was doing to my body. Maybe more so because every single time, the raw emotions of the moment stunned me. Scared me. Fixed me.
“Royce,” I whimpered, wanting to express the overwhelming vulnerability I felt but finding words difficult.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know, Max. Me too.”
He pressed his body to mine, and his movements became less coordinated. My dick throbbed as my climax spiraled through me, and then I was coming. Creamy streams of release painted the mint-colored tiles as a wanton groan escaped me. His hips moved faster, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
“That’s right, let go. Let go.” His voice wobbled, and his breath caught in his throat. “Fuck,” he moaned.
“Oh, God.” When he came, I felt the swell of his cock inside me, condom or not. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling with indescribable pleasure. My legs shook as I struggled to stay upright, and I was grateful for his arm around my waist.
He held me tight, giving a few weak final thrusts as he finished inside me. He kissed my shoulder and gave a self-conscious laugh. “So good.”
I nodded, breathing hard. “Perfect.” I didn’t want him to pull out. I wanted to stay joined in this wet steamy shower forever. But, of course, he did gently slip out of me, although he still held me close.
I turned, and we kissed tenderly. Love was a new thing for me, but it meant I was allowed to be vulnerable with him. There was no need to hide my feelings for Royce. He wouldn’t use my love against me. He wasn’t saving up my weakest moments to humiliate me. Royce was kind. Genuine. Knowing that about him, I could revel in the intimacy of the moment. This was love. This was what it meant to really be with therightperson. There was trust. I actuallytrustedRoyce. That was a mind-blowing thought for me.
“I love you,” I said softly.
He put a finger under my chin, and he forced me to look him in the eye. His eyes were warm, and happiness glimmered in the depths. “Yeah?” He smiled. “I love you too, Max. Can’t live without you.”
“Good.”
He kissed me gently and then let go of me. “I feel very relaxed.” He rubbed soap over his body and then handed the bar to me. He grabbed the shampoo and started washing his hair.
“Me too.” I spread soap over my arms. “This is my favorite moment so far on this trip.”
He grinned and dunked under the water, briskly rubbing his blond hair to get the shampoo out. I joined him, and soon we were both squeaky clean. We stepped carefully out of the shower and dried off with fluffy white towels. There were robes for our use, but we both decided to dress instead.
“I was thinking maybe we could take a walk before dinner,” Royce said, buttoning his blue-and-yellow flannel shirt. “What do you say?”
