Page 65 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“He’s treated me like I’m gold.”
Uncle Trent’s smile softened his severe eyebrows. “Youaregold, Rivi. Never forget that.”
A hand fell warm on my shoulder. I turned. Briar stood behind me. I turned to lean against him.
“That went well,” Uncle Trent said to him.
“Very well.” He brushed at my curls. “Old times. I enjoyed it.”
Over my head, the two leaned in. Their kiss was chaste but on the lips.
When Briar stood back, he looked down at me. “Rivi, are you okay?”
Uncle Trent moved away and headed toward Ozzy, leaving the two of us alone.
“More than okay, Daddy. I’m so happy.”
“You weren’t scared?”
“A little at first. But then I lost my breath. It was so amazing.”
“You’re a very special young man, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I think you are.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“You want to go upstairs with me now so we can be alone?”
I pressed my face into his chest. “Yes, Daddy. The party is fun, but I’ve seen what I wanted to see. I’m ready for some me and you time.”
“Me, too.”
He put his hands under my arms and picked me up. Though I still had Ursula and my bottle, I was able to hold onto him, my legs circling his hips, and he carried me off like I was a prince in a fairy tale.
That night, he made me his forever.
EPILOGUE
Briar
Well-oiled and begging, Rivi opened himself to me. A pillow under his lower back helped lift him to me.
I’d enjoyed taking my time making love to him. Even when I was young, I was never in a rush to take my own pleasure. My kink included causing my partners to melt into my arms. It made me feel powerful. But also, in my many kinks, I always wanted to prove that I cared. It was important to me that I save and preserve my own heart in a world that could grow very dark from one minute to the next. My rule was never to lose my compassionate outlook.
Rivi soaked it up.
As I entered him for the first time, little explosions went off all over, inside and out. I would not last long.
Inch by inch, watching the responses on his face and body, I pushed myself inside his hot tightness.
He moaned and tossed his head. I leaned down, kissing his nose and cheeks and chin. He grabbed onto my shoulders, nails digging in. That tiny sliver of pain spurred me on.
As I slid fully into him, I held myself still, my arms taut on either side of him. His muscles relaxed as he got used to the feeling.
“Move, Daddy.”
