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I nodded. “But not until I see you’re ready.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I made him squat with his ass toward me. I examined him with my fingers. His little hole had closed up, but it was still loose. I added lube, massaging slowly into him, happy to listen to his sighs.
I shimmied on my back between his legs and made him crouch over me so I could reach his cock and balls with my mouth.
He gasped as I sucked him and made him wet.
When I felt him jerk with an impending orgasm, I stopped, pushing him over onto his back and holding his legs in the air. He was facing me now, head nestled in the pillows, dark hair spilling all over his face.
I looked down. His ass was open. I moved between his legs and set my cockhead against it. As I looked into his eyes, I breached him once again.
This time I went slowly. I made everything last. I caressed him as I fucked. Things didn’t seem so urgent, and we could take our time.
I made love to my boy the way he had asked for and lost myself in his beautiful kisses and moans. I pulled him up to my chest and hugged him. I went still kissing him for what seemed like hours.
But then the urgency returned, and we both fought our way up to the heights again, our bodies slamming together, our breathes mingled to one breath.
This time when I plunged into him and came, my cock felt like it was bursting free for the first time. Kit’s cock, which he’d been lazily stroking, squirted a long white stream over his chest. A sweetness enveloped me, and I collapsed on top of him again, feeling his arms go around me.
“I love you, Kit.”
“I love you more, Daddy.”
That word. Now we’d both said it. My body and mind filled with warmth and light.
Our lips met. Coming down from that high wasn’t a crash but a lazy floating sensation.
Whether we wanted it or not, this was bonding. This was our beginning to a commitment I wanted for the rest of my life.
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Ilost track of time.
In Parker’s arms, the world remade itself. All night long, I slept and woke, tugging at him to make love to me again.
We’d both said the love word to each other. It was more than a heat of the moment vow. I committed myself to him one hundred percent right then and there.
Dawn broke and neither of us noticed. Nor did we remember it was Christmas Eve and we’d planned to cook a turkey.
When we got hungry, we wandered in open robes to the kitchen and grabbed whatever we could find.
We went to the living room, turned on the tree lights, and lay before the fire, fucking and stroking and sucking all day.
“I don’t want to stop,” I said, as I lay with my head on my folded arms.
“Who’s stopping?” Parker asked.
Later, when it began to grow dark again outside, and the wind howled, I said, “Weren’t we going to cook a turkey?”
Parker laid a fleece blanket over me and hugged me to his chest. “We can cook it tomorrow.”
We had finally worn ourselves out. I fell into a deep sleep before the fire, cuddling on piles of pillows and blankets.
When I woke, the fire made tiny crackle sounds, nothing but orange embers. The room was dark except for the tree lights which twinkled as if to say, “Merry merry.”
