Chapter 16
Briar
Beautiful Rivi lay passive and without his glasses as I gave him our first kiss. But on the second kiss, which he asked for, he slowly began to wake to the reality of what I’d done. What we were still doing.
One kiss had me more worked up than I’d felt in a long time.
What a precious treasure. I had to keep reminding myself to go slow so he didn’t panic and run.
I needn’t have worried.
This boy, this little who’d never had a daddy, was hungry. He was ready. A twenty-one-year-old young man about to explode. Both strong and fragile. Needy and unsure.
I’d promised Trent “no harm.” That was my way. Even as a dom. But through the years, the daddy had taken over just like it had with Trent. The protective, caring part of me that just wanted to baby a boy until he melted into my arms was front and center inside of me now.
Rivi was ready. But this daddy dom needed to go slow.
I caressed his lips with mine. His mouth opened and the sweetness of it was almost too much.
Another quick thought of Trent entered my mind.
Maybe he’d been right to warn me off. A pang of guilt went through me at how young Rivi was.
But then again, age is a state of mind, so the saying went.
If he was ready, and legal, why not me as his first?
I pressed my tongue against his plump lower lip. Testing. Teasing.
He moaned against me.
I sucked it lightly. His body jerked up, his pink-clad legs bending, and his moan turned into a pleased squeak.
Kissing before a roaring fire. I’d not done that enough in my life. And certainly not on Christmas Eve. All my Christmases had fallen on months when I was between relationships. Unlucky me.
We lay kissing for a long time, taking breaks only for oxygen and then returning to that wonderful act.
I pulled back at some point only because I felt myself starting to lose control. It had been a decade since someone could make me come in my pants like this with no touch at all. Rivi brought that out in me. More proof that he was very special.
I needed a break even though I didn't want one.
I glanced at him, still lying on his back. “You all right?”
“More than all right.” His breaths were still shallow.
I took it as a compliment that I could get him worked up such as he was.
“I think we need to take a break.”
“Okay.” He took his hand away from mine and pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around his bent knees.
“You are incredible. You know that?”
“Does this mean maybe you're my boyfriend now? Or shouldn't I ask that because it's still early?”
I laughed at his combination of innocence and boldness. “Maybe I should ask you out on a date first.”
“Ohh. Yeah. That's how it's done, I guess.” He sounded unsure of himself.
I didn't like that he seemed worried. To reassure him, I said, “There's no rule that says you have to play by the rules. But I would love to ask you out on a date.”
“Really?”
“I'm not done with you yet, sweet Rivi.”
He ducked his head. “I'm not done, either.” His voice was soft, for my ears only.
“Good. Then it's settled.”
“What would we do?”
“On the date?”
He nodded.
“I would make it a night to remember. Take you to a high-end restaurant, all the trimmings. I'd wear my best suit and tie. I would open and close doors for you, pull out your chair as you sit and offer you anything on the menu you desire, My treat.”
“That sounds nice.”
“It will be better than nice. It would include flowers and candy and maybe a toy, as well, because I know you would appreciate that more than anything.”
“But wait....” he began.
“Yes?”
“I don't need stuff. I like the idea of the suit, though. But what I do need, I think, is just you.”
“But there's something you should know about me first. I love to wine and dine my dates. But with you, all the icing and all of the sprinkles.” I winked at him. “And the cherry on top.”
His face grew pink as he understood my meaning.
“I would like that.”
“I'll make you more than like it.”
His eyes sparkled. He still hadn’t put his glasses back on. Suddenly, he frowned.
“What's that about?” I asked.
“Are you going to make me wait until after the new year for this date? It seems a long way off.”
“Hmm. You're right. We're not prisoners here. I have a car. You have a car. We can leave the property and go out anytime we wish. Would you like to set a date?”
He pressed his lips tightly together. Then nodded. “Soon.”
I laughed. “I was thinking the very same thing.” That was the truth.
The hunger inside me for this young man was already growing to proportions I did not enjoy avoiding.
It took every conviction I had inside me to to hold back from taking him right here on Trent's fuzzy rug for anyone to walk in on and see.
But there was a second deeper truth I wanted to make a reality.
Rivi deserved a soft bed and a daddy who would take his time with him.
Get to know him. Mentally, emotionally, and finally physically.
I wanted him vulnerable to me in all ways.
That required a luxury I enjoyed providing.
I wasn't interested in Rivi for a Christmas quickie.
I could already tell he had gotten into my heart somehow in the past couple of days.
All those sweet looks, his open and honest questions, and the way he sought me out from the very beginning when I sat next to him at our first dinner as guests.
Actually, Trent had seen it before I did.
I’d held back because of Trent, but nature took over.
There was a magnetism between us right at the start.
And after those amazing kisses, a chemistry that could not be beat.
I leaned toward him and gave him a light kiss on the forehead right between two corkscrew curls.
“How about a Christmas date? Tomorrow night.
It just so happens I did bring my best suit with me.
We're out in the country but there are places we can find where I can take you for a wonderful meal. Trent’s cook is fantastic, but if we stayed here, we wouldn't truly be alone.”
His eyes lit up even more. “A Christmas date? I’d love that.” He puffed out his chest. “All right, then, sir. What time will you be calling on me?”
“Shall we say five o’clock?”
“Yes. I'll be ready.” He looked down at his cute onesie pajamas. “But I don't know what to wear.”
“What did you bring?”
“Stuff for the party after Christmas. Like another onesie.” He looked like he was starting to blush again. “It leaves the legs bare.”
“I would love to see you in that. But I think a pair of pants would be more proper for dinner, don't you?” I grinned at him.
“I brought a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeved sweater. But not a suit. Hey, maybe I could borrow one from Ozzy.”
“You two are about the same size. But I don't want you to worry too much about what to wear. What you said sounds great. I could help you pick out something if you like. That's what daddies do for their boys.”
“I'd like that very much.”
“And now it's getting late. Let's take these dishes to the kitchen. And then I'll walk you to your room. Does that sound good?”
“I hate for this night to end.”
“Me, too. But Santa doesn't come if good boys aren't asleep in bed.”
He laughed. It was a magical sound.
We got up, stacked the dirty dishes onto the tray and took it back to the kitchen.
It was late and all the lights were out except for nightlights along the counter tops and coming from underneath the cupboards.
I wasn't sure what to do with the dishes, so I filled the sink with water and together we stood side-by-side soaping them up, rinsing them and letting them dry on a towel on the counter by the sink.
Once or twice, our hands encountered each other in the soapy water.
I didn't think doing dishes could be sexy. Guess I'd been wrong all this time.
By the time we were done, I felt even closer to Rivi. Doing a domestic chore didn't seem like work when someone you cared about was right beside you helping out.