I spread his cheeks once more, burying my face in his crease, letting the heady musky scent of him fill me.
What a beautiful sight.
“Wow. Santa has a hairy ass—and a hairy hole.”
He shivered as I rubbed the edge of my hand through his crack. He twisted to stare back at me. “Do I need to shave?”
“Remember what you said when I suggested coloring my beard? Because I’m gonna quote you.” I glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”
“Thank God for that.” Then he went back to sucking and licking my shaft, untilIwas the one who was distracted. I stretched his hole, and went to work with my tongue, licking and exploring.
“A-Anthony.” He shivered.
I paused. “Don’t you like it?”
“‘Like’ is far too weak a word.”
I smiled. “Then I’m doing something right.” I pushed my tongue into his pucker, feeling it loosen with every groan that poured from his lips. It wasn’t long before my jaw ached, his moans were constant, and he couldn’t keep still.
He was ready for fingers.
I sucked my forefinger, getting it as wet as I could manage, then slid it into him.
“Oh, that feels as good as it did last year.”
I chuckled. “This is going to be a step up from last year.” I fucked him with it, until he was pushing back, demanding more.
“Anthony…. do it,” he begged.
“Do what?” I crooked my finger over his prostate, and shudders rippled through him. “Oh, did you mean do that?” I did it again, then added a second finger, stretching his hole while he continued to suck my dick, pausing now and then to gasp when I sped up, his body so tight around them.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmured.
In a heartbeat, he shifted position until he faced me, kneeling beside me on the bed, his cock curving up, thick and long. “How do you want me?”
“Riding me will be easiest for you.” I glanced at the bed. “Once we have lube, that is.” The bottle appeared near my left hand, and I squeezed some into my palm. I slicked up my cock, and held it steady. “Okay. You’re gonna sit on it. Take it as slow as you like. I won’t move until you give me the go-ahead.”
He straddled my hips, and I guided my dick to his entrance. He reached back and took control, shifting slightly, his breathing staccato, until at last the head was inside him.
Santa bowed his head, his palms pressed to my chest. “Oh… oh my.” When he glanced up, my heart stuttered to see his glistening eyes. “At last. I’ve waited so long.”
“I know. You’ve waited centuries,” I ground out, forcing myself to remain motionless.
He stilled, then leaned forward until his lips were so close to mine, they almost touched. “No, you don’t understand. I’ve waited so long to share this—with you.”
And then he kissed me, an unhurried, tender kiss that joined us, bound us together…
Made us one.
“I don’t think I can stay still anymore,” he whispered. His belly quivered, and I rubbed it with leisurely circles, one hand on his hip. My breathing mimicked his as he impaled himself on my shaft, taking his time, until at last I was all the way in. “I feel so… full.”
I kept my gaze focused on his face. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
His pupils enlarged, his chest rose and fell, and his expression of rapture made my heartbeat quicken. “And now I know… how it feels to be… soalive.” He leaned over to kiss me, and I tilted my hips, moving with him, not wanting to break our connection. I stroked his beard, his cheek, our breath mingling as we kissed. I was conscious of every tiny movement he made, his body wrapped around my cock, so tight, so warm…
He gazed into my eyes. “I’msoglad I waited.”
“For what?”