“Why are you staying over there? Come lie beside me.” He pats the sheets.
But I don’t. I do something else. Taking a fortifying breath, I go to the end of the bed and climb on. Then, on my knees, I crawl until I’m sitting on his thighs, one leg one side, one the other. I look down at the red hat with the white bobble on the top, it’s still twitching.
I smile, then grin as I look up at my man. “I think this is on the wrong head.” Brazenly I remove his covering and place the Santa hat on my own head, my action exposing a very erect, thick, long cock.
Gingerly, I reach out and touch it, enclosing as much in my hand as I can, noting my fingers can’t close around it, relishing the feeling of steel covered velvet.
He gasps and throws back his head.
I stroke him, up and down, my hand grasping him firmly.
“Babe,” he says hoarsely. “While I love your hand on me, I’m going to blow if you keep up what you’re doing. Come up here.”
But before I obey him, I lower my mouth, licking the drop of pre-cum that’s escaping, then kissing the tip of his dick.
“Babe,” he grates. “Here, now.”
Now I move, inching my way up the bed. For the first time, it’s me initiating the kiss. He lets me lead for a short while, but man that he is, he can’t resist placing a hand to the back of my head and taking over. His taste is in my mouth, his scent fills the air. His fingers grip my hair as our lips move together.
Then he lifts my head away, his eyes searching mine. “Are you ready?”
“I think I am,” I admit, my voice soft and low.
“You can stop this at any time, Amy. We can take it at your pace.”
His reassurance, his care for me and the love shining from his eyes starts me thinking that we’re taking things too slow. “I need you, Drew.”
In an unsteady voice, he all but begs, “Show me those tits, babe. Show me what I’ve been dreaming of.”
Crossing my arms, I grab the hem of my tee, and with only a second’s hesitation when I worry he’ll be disappointed in me, I pull off my top.
“Brown,” he says, reverently. As he reaches up a hand, he gently brushes his knuckles over my nipples. “I always wondered.”
God, his light touch is doing things to me. My stomach clenches.
“Mouth, babe.”
Interpreting what he means, I lean forward, balancing my hands on the headboard while his lips and tongue work what he doesn’t know yet is one of my most erogenous zones. His teeth nip gently, then he moves my body to the left and applies the same attention to my other nipple.
I close my eyes and give a low murmur of appreciation.
“Are you wet for me?”
“So wet,” I manage to get out.
“Babe, I’ve got to taste you.”
I find I have no objection at all.
“Take off your shorts.”
Logistically, I can do nothing else but unwrap my hands from the headboard, lift my left knee rather ungainly, and roll on my back. Then, putting my thumbs in the elastic, push my sleep shorts down my legs, toeing them off completely.
“Bare,” he says softly. “I like.” He’s on his side, gazing at me. “Fuck, Amy, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined you’d be.” His fingers gently caress my skin, while his eyes feast on me. “What’s this?”
“Appendix scar.”
“Jeez. While you were in Phoenix?”
