Page 9 of Dirty December

Forget Rudolph’s nose. My cheeks could cut through the fog around Everest on a cloudy night. I spur the reindeer on with a sudden flap of the reins. “I’m not worried about that.”

Klaus’ fingers slowly make their way back, this time making my stomach curl in a tight knot by pushing the crotch of my panties to the side. One firm, large finger plays across my lips, then over my clit, making me moan and gasp.

“I want to be inside of you so very much. Can you tell?” Klaus positions my bare pussy to rock against his long, girthy erection, rubbing red velvet all over me, teasing me until I whimper. “You’ll need quite a warm-up,” he whispers, and I feel something different happening between my legs.

No more touching the outside. Klaus has his finger poised at my entrance, his other hand leaving the reins to push me up and forward.

It takes me a moment to understand.

Klaus is offering me sweet relief in the form of his finger. I can sit on him or not. My choice.

I’d much rather rip away the crotch of his suit and impale myself on his cock, but I’m pretty sure that would lead to a crash. I can just see the headlines now,Horny Elf Found in Snowbank with Frozen Lady Bits.

“You’ll freeze.” Klaus abruptly pulls me back against him and settles us under heavy hide lap blankets.

My chance is lost—for now.

“I shouldn't have been so irresponsible while you were at the reins,” Klaus mutters, bitterness and self-derision in his tone.

“I wanted to. I wanted more. If you hadn’t had your trousers zipped, this could have been another story.” I squirm pointedly against the fat, thick cock pressing into my chilly rear.

A hand fumbles underneath the robes.

Velvet and hide shift.

Oh, God. Is he going to? Is he going to take me now, in mid-air?

I’m not a virgin, but I expect this to be far from easy. I haven’t had sex with anyone besides a toy in so long. Years.

But Klaus doesn’t force his cock inside of me in one hard swoop (even though I want him to do exactly that). Instead, he widens my hips and sits me on his lap. I can feel the coarse hair on his thighs and satiny warm skin.

And inches. Many. Thickness. One part of him is so much hotter than the rest, and he pushes me to sit on him, pussy pressed to his cock as he guides it between my thighs. He’s not inside, but his manhood is nestled in my dripping folds, meaty hardness rocking against my clit as I bite my lip and urge the reindeer even faster.

A firm hand grips one of my breasts and Klaus begins to rock under me, rubbing us together. “I shouldn’t do this,” he hisses.

“You should do so much more. Much harder!” I exclaim, head momentarily falling back to rest on his shoulder. The sky is streaked with green and purple over a field of silver stars. Icy wind swallows up my moan as Klaus grinds my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and my clit to his crown. I let out a broken cry of desire when his thumb indents my slit, testing the width of my opening.

“Fuck. Eirwen... Eirwen, I know elves are smaller than humans, but I had no idea... I just assumed...” Klaus trails off as his thumb struggles to invade. In a second he gives up.

I swallow great gulps of night air. In the far distance, I can see land across the icy black waters. It feels like my head and heart are swirling into the dark depths.

Is Klaus hesitating? Fearful of hurting me? What if he stops? If he stops now, I’ll explode.

That’s another icky headline.Santa’s Elf Scattered All Over North Sea.

No. I have to be bolder. Braver.

“But isn’t that what you’re dreaming of? The tightest little pussy to grip your cock? I’ll be so snug around you.” I don’t tell him about how I watched myself with the peppermint log, gasping in pain and pleasure at how it stretched my opening, making a tight pink ring around lurid sugary white and red. About how I wanted to force all those inches inside and only stopped because I wanted him to be the one to fill me for the first time.

“You should stop that. You bring out... You bring out parts of me that I’ve never seen before.”

My voice is shaking as I whisper, “The man who always gives to others deserves to take something for himself.” Before he can protest, I reach down and line his hand up with my soaking snatch, coating his fingers in my natural slipperiness. “You’ll be giving me something I’ve been longing for, Klaus. I promise.”

“I promise,” he parrots, emphasis on the “I.” He means it. He’s going to deliver.

His warm, rigid cock joins his hand, working between my thighs. He’s sliding his fist along his length while his knuckles and satiny sheath take turns caressing my pussy.

“I want to make you come,” Klaus whispers against my ear, softly biting it. He pulls me back to his chest, squeezing the air from me as he roughly cups and kneads my small breast. “Tell me. What makes you let go?”

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