“Nick,” my woman calls, a tremor in her voice.
But behind the tremor I can hear her desire, reading it in the lilting way her voice shivers.
“I’m ready.”
I open the door and let out a savage snarling noise, all the possessive intent in me honed down to the sight of my woman, my perfect Christmas gift.
She’s strewn Christmas lights all around the beams of the four poster bed, glittering as though calling me to her. But the main attraction is my woman’s get-up – a modified version of the elf costume she wore the first time we met.
Fuck.
The green skirt cuts off just above her white frilly knee-high socks, and her shirt is pulled low to reveal the Santa-red material of her bra, her breasts pushed together making my cock throb.
“Do you like it?” she whispers, leaning up on one elbow.
The exposed flesh of her legs has me salivating, captivated. I stare at the curvy gradations of her full perfect body.
“Like it?” I prowl over to the bed, falling to my knees and laying my hands indulgently on her legs. “I fucking love it.”
She whimpers as I pull her across the red silk sheets, grinding my hands up her legs and underneath to her ass cheeks. I groan as I sink my hands into her flesh, listening to the shivering way she whimpers, as though she’s not sure if she can give herself to the pleasure.
But I’m done waiting.
Yanking down her underwear feels so good, so right, especially when her tangy scent fills the air, swirling around me like a promise.
I lean forward and kiss her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her sweet tempting scent, and finally, I bring my mouth to her sex.
To her wet, pink, glistening sex.
She gasps and wriggles against me as I drag my tongue up her seam, settling on her clit and stroking back and forth. I can feel her pleasure reverberating through her ass cheeks, in the way her flesh trembles for me. Her moans rise in a song, the same way she’s been singing for the past few days, only now there’s a note of urgency.
“Freaking heck,” she moans, bucking against me.
I lick her faster, tasting her needy clit, savoring the way it seems to expand with pleasure against my tongue.
I’m addicted to the way she moans, the way she pumps her hips, slowly at first but then faster, hungrier.
“That’s it,” I snarl, bringing my finger to her hole and teasing her as I move it around in small circles. “I can feel how badly your body wants this, my little elf. I can feel how badly your womb needs this. So come for me. Get that young innocent hole nice and wet, ready for my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you cream for your Saint Nick?”
I push my tongue firmly against her clit, sliding my finger inside of her at the same time, cutting off any answer she might’ve given. Her voice becomes strangled as I suck her clit into my mouth, pushing against it with my tongue, making patterns in her fire-hot pussy with my finger.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she whimpers, twitching and shivering, as though there’s a bomb ready to explode inside of her.
Her euphoric noises drive me on and I slip another finger inside of her, widening her tight virgin hole until her moans turn hollow and she starts to gasp like she can’t take it anymore.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
A crazy part of me almost stops and says ho, ho, ho in answer, a reference to my status as Saint Nick, but I ignore the urge and focus on the wetness seeping out of my woman’s hole.
Gushing cream squirts all over my finger.
I move my mouth down to her hole and lick greedily, tasting everything she has to give until finally, her pulsations stop.
“You’re soaked,” I growl, standing to my full height and looming over her. “You’re drenched. Tell me you’re ready, Natalie. Tell me now.”
She stares up at me with wide eyes, leaving me to question if I’ve gotten something wrong or if maybe she’s going to turn back at the last second.
But then she nods, a soft smile touching her lips.
“I am. I really am. Just don’t be—”
I dart my hand down and squeeze onto her thigh, hard enough to let her feel the feral feelings thundering inside me.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I snarl. “Look at you, so curvy and sexy, so perfect, so beautiful. You could never disappoint me.”
But I’ve told her enough times already.
It’s time I showed her.
My seed writhes up and down my shaft, rejoicing, pumping hotly through me, as I reach down for my belt buckle.
Chapter Sixteen
Natalie
Nerves try to still my movements, try to make me lie there passively, and ignore my true desires. But with the feeling of the orgasm still pulsing through me, the aftershocks whispering across the landscape of my body, I find I’m able to force myself to do what I want. Not what that mean little voice in my head wants.