Page 52 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Manners again? At this moment?”
“I guess.” He gulped again, holding out one hand. “I want to feel you.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I lay beside him as he rolled against me. One of my arms went underneath his shoulders, the other over his chest, and I pulled him to me. My cock rubbed against his thigh. He pressed harder against me, and just that little bit of friction made my cock twitch.
“Daddy, you’re big.”
“Bigger than you for sure.”
“I like it.”
“I’m glad.”
Slowly, Rivi ran one hand over my shoulder and down one bicep. He squeezed, petting, and moved on. He moved back a bit and stroked my pecs. “So many muscles.”
“Too many?” I asked.
“Nope.”
I kissed him on the nose. “You like touching them?”
“Yep.”
I stretched out on my back and Rivi leaned up and over me.
“Go ahead,” I said. “Touch wherever you want.”
He lowered the covers and began his exploration. It was slow and excruciating, but at thirty-six, I’d become a pretty patient guy. I had to be that way for my job. In bed, I dominated, but when my baby boys asked, I gave. I wanted Rivi to be comfortable for his first night with me. That meant getting used to me. I was more than fine with it.
His hands were soft. And they went everywhere. Over my chest, down my sides, up onto my flat stomach. He ran his fingers over my ribs. He played me like a musical instrument, naturally, without any plan.
My cock twitched against my abdomen again. The tip was wet, which was rarer for me these days. But I wanted him so badly that it was my body’s way of making demands.
He pressed his palms on either side of my erection, staring down. I wanted him to take it in, every detail.
After waiting almost too long, he pressed his fingers to the underside of my shaft, dancing down to the base and over my balls. He stroked my balls for a few seconds before cupping them, closing his hand around them.
I hissed.
“I’m sorry.” He took his hand away.
“No. Don’t stop. That wasn’t a reaction of pain, precious boy.”
“Oh. Good.” He put his palm beneath them and pressed up as if weighing them.
“You’re so handsome, Daddy.” He moved his other hand to my shaft and wrapped his fingers around it.
It was like a hug, only in my most private area. Hand cupping my balls, fingers circling my shaft. What a feeling.
“You’re so warm. So hard, Daddy.”
He was a quick learner. Or else he’d had some fantasies that made him brave.
“All for you, little Pan.”
His hand lifted my cock until it stood straight up. Then he began to milk it. Up and down. Too soft for anything to happen. At first. But then his grip tightened. He gave me more friction. I’d meant to get the oil when I got the towels and forgot.
