Page 49 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Let’s just say I’m prepared for just about anything.”
My cock stirred. He’d had me on edge all evening, but this was more. He’d just made the suggestion that anything might happen. I hoped that meant sex. I was ready. I wanted more kisses, but without stopping there.
I hoped I wasn’t wrong about wanting that. This date was going so well already.
“I want to see your room,” I said.
He tilted his head at me. “Are you very sure?”
I huffed a bit. I was grown up. I was sure. “Can I call you Daddy?” I blurted.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I’d love that.”
We went up a different flight of stairs from my room to get to Briar’s room. I hadn’t realized it was so far from my own and in another wing of the house.
When he opened the door, everything was immaculate. I didn’t even see his suitcase. The air smelled fresh, like it had been newly cleaned. It was warm but not hot. Just perfect.
His room was much like mine in every other way. He had a closet, a dresser and an attached bathroom complete with tub. I turned around to take it all in, then stood still and faced him. What would he do with me now?
He held out his arms. “Come here.”
I approached, barely able to keep from running to him. He gently helped me off with my black and white blazer and placedit neatly over the back of a chair. He took my Peter Pan purse and put it on the dresser.
“Take off your shoes and be comfortable,” he said.
I kicked off my shoes and he did the same. In our stocking feet we approached the bed. Briar sat on the side and held out his arms again. I went to him, and he gently pulled me between his legs and onto his lap.
The way he held me made me shiver.
“Are you cold?” Briar asked.
“No, Daddy. Excited.”
“Beautiful.” He stroked my back. “I would love to have another one of those sweet kisses like you gave me last night.”
“I want that, too.” I could barely speak. I would have fallen if he hadn’t had his arms around me. His hold was light, easy. I didn’t feel at all constrained. “I want it so bad. And not to stop this time.”
“Sweetheart, that’s all I needed to hear.”
He was careful. Maybe part of that was respect for Uncle Trent. But I think most of it was because he cared about how I felt. My reactions. My responses. It made me want to give myself fully to him.
I nuzzled against his neck at first, playing shy. Then I lifted my face to his. Our lips met. Warm and intimate. I pressed against him, unable to keep myself still. I thought I couldn’t get more excited, but the longer he kissed me, our mouths opening to each other, the more I wanted. Flames ran through my veins. My cock pressed so hard against my pants that it ached—but in the most delightful way.
I stretched out, pressing against his crotch. A hardness pressed back. He wanted me. I had aroused him. The idea of that made my head spin.
Briar pulled back and disappointment ran like a chill through my body. Seconds later, I realized it wasn’t him pushing me away, only an adjustment.
He stretched out on the bed pulling me alongside him, then took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He kissed my eyebrows, my cheeks, my chin, then my mouth again.
I giggled before he squashed that sound by kissing me more. Now all I could do was moan. His hands went up and down my back and side. We faced each other, and the kisses deepened as he rolled me onto my back and crouched over me.
My balls burned. My cock leaked. Never had I ever felt like this.
When we broke apart again, gasping for oxygen, I couldn’t help but speak. “That’s so good. So good. More, please.”
“I’ll spoil my boy any way he likes.”
Was this even real? I wanted to feel him against me. “Yes, please spoil me.”
