Page 58 of Christmas Bubble

He smiles and leans his forehead against mine.

“I don’t want to ruin this. You are too special, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You will only hurt me if you want me but refuse to follow your heart.”

“I followed my heart once, and…” He closes his eyes like it’s a painful memory. “Can I touch you?”

I whisper. “I’m yours.”

He runs his hands through my hair. “I love how your hair smells and how soft it is.” Then he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, but doesn’t come anywhere near my mouth.

I raise my arms to encourage him to remove my shirt, which he does in the slowest way known to humankind. I’m burning from the inside out with how slow he’s taking this.

When he kisses my sternum, I thread my fingers through his hair to encourage him to get closer to my nipples, but he grabs my hands and places them above my head.

“You’re killing me, Riley.”

“You said you’re mine. I’m just savoring you.”

“Can you savor me quicker?”

He chuckles but doesn’t change what he’s doing. His trail of kisses carries to my stomach, and I bite my lip to stop from moaning. Not that it helps much because his slow touches could make me come in my pants just from anticipation.

“FYI, if you pay attention to my nipples, I might like it,” I say, trying to sound less bratty than it actually comes out.

He comes up and kisses me until I’m chasing his mouth when he lets go.

“FYI, making demands will only get you so far.”

“But it’ll get mesomewhere.”

When his lips meet mine, I feel his smile. I know he’ll give me what I want.

When hefinallypays attention to my nipples, I let out unrestrained moans because, fuck me, the man knows what he’s doing. He licks and sucks them into peaks before biting them, blowing soft breaths, and then licking again.

“Fuck, fuck, Riley. I need more. Please.”

He undoes the buttons on my jeans and pulls them down. Because they’re so tight, my underwear follows.

My dick is flushed and leaking. He gives it a few slow strokes.

“I never thought I’d say another man’s cock is beautiful. But looking at you, Curtis. Your body begging for release because of the way I’m touching you. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.”

He raises himself on his knees and removes his pants and underwear too.

“Holy mother of well-endowed men. I’m going to start going to church.”

He looks down at his engorged cock and gives it a long stroke.

“You saw it yesterday.”

“Afteryou came. I didn’t think it was going to growthatbig.”

He smirks. “I didn’t take you for a size queen.”

I sit up to pull him back down on top of me, making sure his torpedo dick is in the right place. “I’m not, but I’m looking forward to spending the whole of January remembering this moment every time I so much as move an inch.”

God, I love how giant and heavy he is. I hold on to his thick arms. They bulge as he holds himself, and I can’t help running my hands over the straining muscles. He is totally fit for his age, and like the best of wines, he’s going to get better and better.