“Yeah, everything’s perfect,” I said, and I meant every word. Having Rhone inside me unlocked that final piece of my heart, handing it over to him for safe keeping. After a couple deep breaths, I felt confident enough. “Go ahead and move now.”
Rhone pulled out, leaving just the tip breaching me. When our eyes met, the connection between the two of us shot through me like a jolt of electricity. The essence of us, the bonding of two souls, the two of us connected as one. I could read every bit of that in the depth of his eyes. He felt it just as I had. Rhone pushed inside, seating himself as deeply as he could, never breaking our heated gaze.
“I love you, Ely,” Rhone said. His words couldn’t have been more perfectly timed given the emotional uproar raging inside me.
“I love you, Rhone.”
Rhone pulled out, thrusting back in a couple of times, shifting his hips just right, tagging that sweet spot. Arching up to meet his next thrust, I moaned. “Harder. Yeah, right there. God, please, harder.”
That was all it took, my cock no longer questioning whether to be up or down, it was now fully erect. I reached, readying to stroke only to have my hand batted away by Rhone’s. “Mine,” he said, firmly gripping it, stroking to the same beat his hips were currently pounding my ass to.
The sounds of skin against skin, moans and needy whimpers filled the room. Sounds I’d forever associate with this moment as I’d recollect it time and again. Never would I be able to recount my first time without getting hard.
“Rhone,” I groaned. “Need to come. Please. Fuck,” I begged, letting the expletive slip which didn’t go unnoticed based upon the knowing grin Rhone displayed.
“Fuck babe. You’re so god damned tight. It’s like my dick is in a vise,” Rhone said.
My vision blurred, my eyes rolled back. The pressure at the base of my spine exploded. “Rhone!” I hollered, as I came. Lines of come landing across my torso.
“Jesus, Ely!” Rhone called out as I felt his cock pulse inside me. The final claiming of Ely taking place. No other would ever go where Rhone had been. I am forever his.
Rhone was careful not to lay his weight on me, breathing heavily as he hovered above. His arms shaking, protesting the weight they held. I barely felt the bed dip before Rhone returned with a washcloth in hand, gently wiping away the remnants of our coupling. “So tired,” I mumbled incoherently.
“How much time do you need to get ready for Mom’s?”
Shoot, I forgot about that. “An hour?”
“Okay, we can nap for a couple hours. Let me set the alarm so we don’t oversleep,” Rhone said, setting it before climbing back into bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him.
All too soon, the alarm was chiming on the bedside table. I reached over to turn it off. “Ouch,” I uttered when I felt the painful reminder of what we had just done when I’d stretched. No regrets whatsoever, just a bit of a learning curve until my body got used to it I assumed.
“Are you okay, Ely? Did I hurt you? Do we need to cancel?” Rhone rapid fired off.
“Ssh, I’m okay baby.” That was the first time I had ever used a pet name in return. Hopefully, he loved it as much as I did when it came from him.
“Are you sure?”
Pressing my lips to his, I did my best to kiss away his concerns. “I’m okay, but it may take a day or two before we can do that again.”
“Well, if it’s all the same to you I’d kind of like to be the one claimed in the next round,” Rhone said, surprising me.
“I think I’d like that,” I replied.
The family had decided to do a white elephant gift exchange this year since there were nine of us. It’s far too expensive to buy presents for everyone, but Rhone and I still went in together on a gift for his mom. I had drawn Damian’s name and Rhone ended up with his grandmother.
“Rhone?” I hollered downstairs after I finished getting ready. “I’m done.”
“Perfect, I just loaded everything into the truck.” Rhone decided it was time to let his dad’s truck become someone else’s first vehicle and bought himself a new one. “Let’s roll,” he said. Rhone whistled when I came downstairs. “Wow, you look stunning.” I blushed at his compliment. Who was I kidding? I blushed at everything.
I kept my ensemble simple tonight, wearing a pair of tapered denim jeans, black boots with a two inch heal and a long sleeve fuchsia dress shirt. My hair I left down, knowing that’s how Rhone liked it best but didn’t forget to slide back into the Santa manties first.
“I’m the luckiest man alive,” Rhone said when I met him by the front door.
“Thank you.” I preened at his compliment.
Rhone and I were the first to arrive, purposely coming a bit early to help Katy finish prepping everything. She had a crock pot of her homemade meat sauce with angel hair pasta ready to roll and was finishing with the salad when we walked in.
“What can I help with?” I asked. She put me on dressing making duty. I grabbed the ingredients needed and whipped up a vinaigrette. Rhone was buttering the garlic bread for a quick broil as the front door burst open and happy voices filtered in wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.
“Dinner smells great,” Uncle Tony announced. Placing the presents they brought beneath the tree.
“Thanks, Tony,” Katy said. “Let’s eat.”
After dinner with our bellies full, we moved to the living room where Uncle Tony donned the Santa hat this time and handed out the gifts. With each name we drew, also came a number that was associated with the order in which presents were opened. No one was supposed to know who their Secret Santa was, but charades had never been my game. Poker face, I had none. Damian took one look at me and knew I was the one who gave him the basket of Dallas Cowboys goodies.
“Thanks Ely,” he beamed.
“Shh, you’re not supposed to know it’s from me,” I said.
Rhone kissed the top of my head. “That’s my man, can’t lie to save his life.”
“Fiancé,” I corrected quickly realizing what I’d said as the room went silent.
Uncle Tony shook his head. “Like mother, like son.”
“That’s my boy,” Katy preened. “A Sawyer knows what they want and they go after it. Congratulations you, two. I’m so excited!” she said, practically ripping our bodies from the chairs to hug us.
Multiple conversations erupted and I was afraid my big mouth really messed this up.
“Everyone, slow your roll,” Rhone said, bringing the voices to a halt. “Ely and I are engaged but we have put off all wedding discussions for a year.” Rhone slid his arm around my waist. “We are serious about our relationship and the commitment associated with it, but our careers are just getting started and we don’t want a wedding to overshadow our hard work to get to where we finally are.”
“Makes sense,” Uncle Tony said.
“I’m just happy he’s gonna be around for good,” Damian said. “He’s pretty.”
“Child, I swear to God you have no filter,” Aunt Adrianna said.
“It’s okay,” Ely said. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve been called and feeling pretty is important to me.”