I was terrified of how good this could be. I’d gotten in my head and almost ruined it.
“Look at me, Danny,” he said softly. I lifted my wet lashes and found his gentle eyes. “Be here with me.”
Holy shit!
Okay, I was trying not to cry before, but it was one hundred percent impossible now.
I nodded, my throat too clogged to speak.
His tongue rolled over his bottom lip. Even in the low light mixed with the glow of the moon, I saw how shiny and enticing it was.
When his hand gripped the back of my neck and he pulled me in, I didn’t even try to resist. I rocked on his cock as he kissed me slowly.
“My elf,” he whispered before giving me a taste of his tongue.
I wanted to be his. So badly did I want to be his.
If I could only take it for one night, I was going to make it a memory I’d never forget.
We began to move together. His arms went around me, and he held me tightly as he rocked up into me. My fingers tangled in his silky strands. The coarse hair covering his chest scraped against my sensitive skin, teasing my nipples with every brush.
“There you go,” he said before kissing me again. “You feel so good. So damn tight, Danny.”
“Aaron,” I breathed out, letting go and giving into the feeling of not only being surrounded by him, but filled by him too.
A tear leaked out, and his tongue was there to catch it before it fell off my face.
He didn’t say anything, but as I tasted the salt of my tear on his tongue, it was clear that he knew what he was doing to me.
And I could tell by the way he was holding on to me that he was just as affected and wrecked as I was.
“I’m close, Danny. What do you need?” His tone was soft and almost sweet.
Electricity bounced along my skin. I was half tempted to tell him I didn’t need anything. That if he just kept going, I was quite possibly going to come without touching my cock.
Something I’d never experienced before.
With his feet planted on the bed, he held me still, thrusting up with controlled movements.
I cried out, feeling him hit my prostate over and over again. My mind went blank, and I cried out again, sagging as I came all over his stomach and chest. I pressed my face into his neck as he emptied his balls into me. Fuck, I’d never loved that feeling more than in this moment.
“Stay,” I said as he fell back against the mattress, pulling me down with him.
His lips grazed my temple, and I held on to every single feeling surrounding me.
I drifted off, wishing this would never end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Killjoy
“Huh,” Danny said as he flopped down into one of the chairs at the table.
His focus was on his phone, and I watched nervously from the kitchen as I stirred green food dye into the icing the way Danny had instructed me.
We never did get around to decorating the cookies last night, and though he hadn’t said we were doing it now, I got the impression we were because he’d started pulling out all kinds of things like colored sugar and sprinkles. Oh, and he had made four bowls with icing. He’d set a different color in front of one of them. I only assumed I’d been appointed to mix them since he’d handed me a spoon, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.
After a long moment and no indication of what was going on, I found my balls, gave ’em a good grab, and asked, “What’s up?”
