Page 22 of Dirty December

I shiver in anticipation, pussy already throbbing. As soon as we’re alone, Klaus will bend me over the nearest flat surface, hike up my dress and plunge his cock inside of me, pounding my pussy until he fills me as I scream my release.

“Well, it’s an ideal retreat, restful and romantic. It’d even make do as a family home, provided you don’t mind a little jaunt to take your bairns to the local schools.” The Orc’s voice rumbles with laughter as he claps Klaus on the back.

“That’s excellent news. But I’m fairly certain we’ll need to look for something bigger, once the children come along.”

“Let me show you the fireplace.” Fenclan turns his back again, and Klaus licks his lips.

This idea of starting a family has taken root since our small, simple wedding in Brightlund. Our honeymoon trip may have ended, but the honeymoon phase has not. Once Kris assured us both that he wouldn’t feel any animosity to having a much younger brother or sister, and in fact was excited about finally having a sibling, Klaus and I found another dimension to our favorite hobby.

“Aye, well, I have two places with a third bedroom. The schools here are awfully flexible. All of them offer a virtual component and don’t seem to mind when students keep unusual schedules as long as they get the work done and check in regularly. ‘Twasn’t like that in my day.”

“Nor in mine, but that’s nice to know. Of course, our more permanent home has an excellent school. I think it’ll mainly be a summer retreat, Mr. Fenclan. I’m retired, but Eirwen isn’t.”

“But summers are ideal for vacations in Pine Ridge,” I speak up quickly. “Breeding season and calving are done by late May.”

The Orc pauses for a moment, mouth slightly open.

“For the reindeer. I manage the stables,” I explain with a beet-red blush.

Against my side, I can feel Klaus chuckling silently. I know what he’s thinking.

Breeding season isn’t done for us. It’s just getting started.

The heat in my face travels south and turns molten, making my insides wet with familiar longing.

“Could we take the rental for this week, to give it a dry run, so to speak?” Klaus asks.

“You’re in luck. It’s free until late April. You could take a week or two!”

Klaus’ hand tightens on my waist. “We’ll take two.”

“SHOULD WE GET THE LUGGAGEfrom the car?” I ask as we wave Mr. Fenclan on his way.

Klaus slips the keys to our rental car in his pocket and gestures back to the bright, sunny cabin that nestles in a clearing of bare-limbed trees. “I’ll take care of that. The husband ought to spoil the wife.”

“That’s old-fashioned thinking—and I love it. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t, especially since you never stop spoiling me.”

“I noticed that huge mirror in the bedroom, Klaus. Didn’t you promise me that our first home alone would have a big mirror where I could watch myself taking every inch of your cock?”My hand smooths down his pinstripe waistcoat and settles possessively around his cock, kneading it through his trousers.

“I promised you that and many more surprises, too. It’s only fair. You never stop surprisingme,” Klaus chokes out as I tease my fingers along his length.

“If you don’t go inside, I’m going to suck you right here on the doorstep,” I murmur in a sweet, even voice that doesn’t show how much I want to do just that. How much I would love him to bend me over the hood of the little red coupe we’ve rented.

“In the summer, the woodland creatures will get used to hearing you scream my name in the sunshine. It’s too cold to make love outside in Brightlund. But out here...”

“February is warm to me, Klaus. It must be forty today.” I slowly unzip his trousers.

“Eirwen... you’re going to end up on the Naughty List!”

“For making love to my husband and heart mate?” I tease his length out with a smirk. “I very much doubt it. And if you’re worried about Kris seeing my Christmas Wish for this year, you’d better hurry up and take me to bed, Klaus.”

Klaus scoops me up and holds me in front of his waist, shielding his erection from prying eyes (not that there are any). “I think Kris can see what you want, not how you’ll get it.”

I bite my lip as his hands squeeze my breasts as he whisks me inside. In seconds, I’m pinned against the enormous (probably Orc-sized) sofa in the rustic living room. “You don’t think he can see that I dream about being filled with your cum? That you’ve turned me into a nymph instead of an elf?”

“Don’t say that around here. We’ll get called out for stereotyping the neighbors,” Klaus teases, hand pushing up the periwinkle skirt swishing just above my knees. “Kris knows your Wish is a child of our own, and I’m praying he doesn’t see how either of us wants to go about making that happen.”

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