Page 51 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Luka
He bent over to take it into his mouth, closing his eyes as he sucked his baby slowly, taking the cock deep in his throat. He tasted as good as he looked, so sweet, salty, lovely.
Languishing in the blowjob, Luka tried to let out long moans, but the bandana stopped the noise from flowing far. He was clutching at the blankets, digging his heels into the mattress, but he didn’t move enough to cause Benson to stop him.
He truly was a good boy.
By the time Benson was inside him, Luka had already come, and he quivered gently. Benson took down the gag so they could share kiss after kiss, and Benson took his breath into himself, living on it.
Their bodies close together, their skin heated, they were one. Sure, they’d be married, but that didn’t mean they weren’t already one. One body, one soul — that was Benson and Luka. The man who had changed his entire world.
He pushed in deep, moving his hips in a rolling way, making love to the man of his dreams. So tight, Luka’s ass was, and more so as he clung to Benson and clenched his ass. He was kissing Benson desperately, digging his fingertips into Benson’s back.
This was them and it would always be them. Connected, physically and emotionally. Lovingly.
He came, and it was the most intense orgasm he ever had, leaving him trembling in Luka’s arms. Luka took off the earphones and blindfold, and held him in the bed, panting from the exertion and kissing over Benson’s face.
“That was wonderful. God, you’re so damn good in bed.”
“Stop flattering me,” Benson said, laughing. “I’m in desperate need of water. Can you go grab my bottle off the chair?”
“Sure, of course,” he hurried to say. Benson rolled off him, and Luka got up, little ass giggling as he rushed to the bedroom doors, throwing them open to see the Christmas wonderland waiting for him.
“Benson! What the hell? How’d you do this?”
Benson got off the bed and grabbed both robes from the bathroom hooks before heading in to see Luka, like a little kid, kneeling on the floor, shaking packages. “This is too much! There must be twenty presents!”
“I think it was twenty-five at last count.”
“Oh God! Okay, come on, let’s open them!”
Benson threw him the robe and then got them both a glass of scotch. Luka ignored his for the moment, tearing into the first package. What he found was a mostly empty box with two tickets to Paris, set a year from then.
“Paris? For next Christmas?”
“Yes. I wanted to convey—”
“That you planned to be with me for that long. It’s kind of obvious,” he said before getting up and kissing Benson sweetly. “I love it.”
“Good. There are more to open.”
“I need to get mine for you,” Luka whispered before running for the bedroom. He dragged in one suitcase he’d brought along with them, unzipping it quickly and setting out the gifts under the tree. “I didn’t get you twenty-five, but five isn’t bad.”
“Five is terribly generous, and not all the twenty-five are just for you. They’re for our home. I was going to leave them out if you nixed the house and the move,” he said with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, right, like I’d do that. Okay, good! Let’s do one each, like it’s supposed to be.”
Benson knew what that meant. All those years, Luka dreamed of it, like he had, having a lot of gifts and going around the room as the family opened them. Like on TV, like they heard from friends.
Benson opened one gift Luka had given him, and he pulled out a beautiful silver picture frame with a picture of the two of them in it. Benson let the box drop, staring at it, remembering the day.
It had been one of the first dates they’d had, sitting in Central Park, watching the leaves changing. He even saw that in the background; the leaves changing golden, and it framed their smiling faces.
One of the first times he knew that he’d never be so happy as how he felt when he was with Luka. “I love this so much. I absolutely love this, Luka. I’ll treasure it.”
“That was the day I knew for sure I loved you.”
Benson smiled, loving that they both knew at the same time. “Me too.”
Luka opened his gift and pulled out a pen and a notebook of pages with his name at the top. “To write notes for your writing.”
“I love it!”
Another gift was the laptop he’d researched for a month. “That is full of all the writing and editing software you need, and those apps are paid for, for five years, so you needn’t worry about it.”
“This is perfect. I’ve wanted one of these for years. The best computer for writing. You must have done your research.”
“I have great IT people working for me.”
The last gift Benson had to get from the drawer. Luka stared at their rings, crying, and he said, “Daddy, this was the best day of my life. The dogs, this, everything. I…”
“I’m happy too, baby. I’m so happy too.”
