Page 66 of A Little Christmas: Rivi

I pulled out an inch. He hissed.

I pushed back in.

He lifted his hips to accept me. It didn’t take long before he wanted more. Every time I pulled back, I thrust in a little harder until the slide was smooth and long and I could actually fuck him.

Ecstasy hooked my mind and tossed it to the stars.

Rivi started to breathe hard, and I knew I was hitting that sweet spot within him just right.

Our desire became more than the sum of our parts and we yelled out our orgasm together.

I spurted inside him over and over as his muscles clutched and squeezed me.

When I finally pulled out, I collapsed half over him, my head on his chest.

He moved his hands to my head and stroked.

“Such a good Daddy,” he murmured sleepily. “Am I yours now?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.”

I leaned up and kissed him on the mouth.

“Then yes. You’re mine now.Mylittle Pan.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

I carriedthe last of Rivi’s boxes into my apartment. He didn’t have furniture of his own except a bed and a desk and some shelves. He left those at his mom’s.

After the beautiful holiday at Trent’s estate, we saw each other as much as possible. It only took two months before we both decided we needed to move in together.

Our jobs were both at night. Rivi worked the casino night shift while I worked almost the same hours at the club.

We had days together, but it wasn’t enough. We wanted our lives entwined even more.

Trent sent us both congrats for our relationship moving to this new level. It had been fast, but it was so right.

Rivi ran around my apartment in his onesie, bare legs flashing, and said over and over, “I’m home. I’m home.”

He ran into my/our bedroom and flopped on the bed. “Is this bed half mine now?”

It was easy to say yes to him. I wanted to give him everything.

“Yes, everything here is half yours now.”

“Then my stuff is half yours, too. Including Ursula.”

“You’re very generous.”

We both laughed. I took him into my arms and held him like a baby to my chest. Slowly, he lifted my shirt, nuzzled, and latched onto my tit.

I sighed in pure pleasure.

He pulled off and turned to look at me with languid, dark eyes. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, little Pan.”

“Do you think we can go to Uncle Trent’s holiday party next December? It would be our anniversary.”

“I have a good feeling we’ll be invited.”

“I can’t wait. It’s my favorite time of year.”

“Mine, too,” I said. “Because that’s when I met you.”

THE END