He kissed me. “To do this withyou, and not a toy. Because this has to be the most awesome feeling in the universe.” Then he clicked his fingers, and a mirror covered the wall next to the bed. Santa flushed. “I want to watch us.” He placed his hands flat to my chest, and rolled his hips, gazing at our reflection open-mouthed.
“We look good, don’t we?”
He nodded. “We feel good too.” Then he gazed at me. “Make it last?”
“I’d make it last till dawn if I could.” I smiled. “Or at least until the music stops.”
His breathing quickened. “Then make love to me until it stops.”
Time stood still for us as we moved together, the two of us locked into a graceful, sensuous rhythm, the music surrounding us, heightening our arousal, pushing us toward the goal we both strove for and sought to delay. And somewhere in the middle of that wondrous connection, I realized something.
I loved him.
Ilovedhim, heart, body and soul.
I touched his lips, gasping as he rocked back and forth, my shaft sliding in and out of his warm body. Barely a minute went by without us pausing to kiss, to reconnect, to look each other in the eye while he rode my cock, picking up speed, his soft cries multiplying.
“I don’t want it to end,” he cried out, arching his back, hips rolling.
“It has to, so that the next time will be even better than this.” My voice reverberated around his bedroom.
“You promise?”
I traced a path over my chest with my finger. “Cross my heart.”
Then he came, trembling in my arms, shaking with every jolt of his orgasm, with every pulse of his cock. I held him close and kissed him, murmuring that I would never let him go—
Yet knowing I would have to when dawn broke in my own realm.
I kissed his forehead. “My turn.”
He nodded, sitting upright, my dick still buried in his ass. I thrust into him, once, twice, three times, before crying out as my shaft throbbed inside him, filling him.
His eyes widened. “Anthony. Ifeelyou.”
I couldn’t speak. My throat seized at the sight of him, his chest glistening, his body rippling with shiver after shiver. I reached for him, and he tumbled forward, our lips fused in a long, passionate kiss, both of us slick with sweat.
I held him, my breathing erratic and harsh.
I love you.
And I wasn’t going to tell him. We lived in different realms that overlappedone night a year. Sharing how I felt would only make both of us feel bad.
We lay together on the bed, sweat drying on our skin, my heartbeat returning to its normal speed. His head rested on my chest.
“I’m listening to your heart,” he murmured. “Is it weird that I want to record it?”
I chuckled. “Very weird.”
He propped himself up on his elbow. “I mean, so I can play it at night. I might sleep better that way.”
I stared at him. “You have difficulty sleeping?”
“Sometimes. My problem is usually staying asleep. I wake up, it’s dark—and I reach for you.”
I knew that scenario all too well.
“Then let’s find a way to record it. As long as I can do the same?”