Page 39 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
I needn’t have worried.
This boy, this little who’d never had a daddy, was hungry. He was ready. A twenty-one-year-old young man about to explode. Both strong and fragile. Needy and unsure.
I’d promised Trent “no harm.” That was my way. Even as a dom. But through the years, the daddy had taken over just like it had with Trent. The protective, caring part of me that just wanted to baby a boy until he melted into my arms was front and center inside of me now.
Rivi was ready. But this daddy dom needed to go slow.
I caressed his lips with mine. His mouth opened and the sweetness of it was almost too much. Another quick thought of Trent entered my mind. Maybe he’d been right to warn me off. A pang of guilt went through me at how young Rivi was. But then again, age is a state of mind, so the saying went. If he was ready, and legal, why not me as his first?
I pressed my tongue against his plump lower lip. Testing. Teasing.
He moaned against me.
I sucked it lightly. His body jerked up, his pink-clad legs bending, and his moan turned into a pleased squeak.
Kissing before a roaring fire. I’d not done that enough in my life. And certainly not on Christmas Eve. All my Christmases had fallen on months when I was between relationships. Unlucky me.
We lay kissing for a long time, taking breaks only for oxygen and then returning to that wonderful act.
I pulled back at some point only because I felt myself starting to lose control. It had been a decade since someone could make me come in my pants like this with no touch at all. Rivi brought that out in me. More proof that he was very special.
I needed a break even though I didn't want one.
I glanced at him, still lying on his back. “You all right?”
“More than all right.” His breaths were still shallow.
I took it as a compliment that I could get him worked up such as he was.
“I think we need to take a break.”
“Okay.” He took his hand away from mine and pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around his bent knees.
“You are incredible. You know that?”
“Does this mean maybe you're my boyfriend now? Or shouldn't I ask that because it's still early?”
I laughed at his combination of innocence and boldness. “Maybe I should ask you out on a date first.”
“Ohh. Yeah. That's how it's done, I guess.” He sounded unsure of himself.
I didn't like that he seemed worried. To reassure him, I said, “There's no rule that says you have to play by the rules. But I would love to ask you out on a date.”
“Really?”
“I'm not done with you yet, sweet Rivi.”
He ducked his head. “I'm not done, either.” His voice was soft, for my ears only.
“Good. Then it's settled.”
“What would we do?”
“On the date?”
He nodded.
“I would make it a night to remember. Take you to a high-end restaurant, all the trimmings. I'd wear my best suit and tie. I would open and close doors for you, pull out your chair as you sit and offer you anything on the menu you desire, My treat.”
