Part 11

He chuckled. "So... did you miss me last night? All alone in bed?"

"Don't even ask. I've become so addicted to sleeping next to you, I couldn't fall asleep for two hours," I admitted.

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked, concerned.

"I didn't want to bother you."

"You're the only one who can always bother me," he said the same way he'd said it during a TikTok live.

I kissed him, then slowly climbed on top of him. My lips traced his collarbone; my fingers played with his nipples. Our cocks rubbed together through the thin fabric of our boxers, the friction deliciously naughty.

"I want to ride you," I whispered. His eyes turned to fire.

He loved that side of me, the power bottom who took control. We stripped off our underwear. I teased him first, stroking, kissing, driving him to the edge. Then I prepared myself with the fingers of my left hand while he watched me with hungry eyes, like I was the most beautiful thing on earth. When I was ready, I crawled back onto him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. Inch by inch, I took him inside me. He gripped my waist, steadying me, but let me lead.

I started to move like I was dancing erotically and sensually. He held me at my narrow waist but let me keep all the control. We moved together as if to our own rhythm, carried by our favorite melody: the moans of pleasure, the whispers of love, the chorus of our orgasms.

"I love you, Santa," he whispered, pulling me closer as our pace quickened.

"I love you, Perth," I moaned, pressing myself to him even harder as our climax took us both.