Page 10 of Dirty December

“I don’t know.” I swallow a moan as I see a few lights in the distance. We’re nearly there. The reindeer must sense my urgency.

The grip on my nipple becomes a tight pinch. “Are you teasing me?”

“No! I... I had a few encounters when I was much younger. Since then? Only thoughts. My own hands.” I squirm, loving the way the pressure zips through my breast, pinging off each rib and notch of my spine before zeroing in on my clit. I wonder if Klaus can feel it throbbing against his cock?

As if in answer, his free hand changes position and finds my clit in its soft, dark pink hood. His heavy fingers press it as if it’s his own personal toy and he’s looking for the on-switch.

“Did those lucky elves make you come?”

I blink, trying to remember. I’d felt good. But I hadn’t had the moments of thigh-shaking, tongue-biting pleasure with them that my own fingers could deliver. “N-not exactly.”

“What about when you’re alone? Do you prefer to be touched inside or outside?”

Cold air and concentration briefly silence me. I want to tell him, but I also need to steer. Klaus waits, fingers kneading my mound gently.

It’s lovely—but not all that I crave.

How can I tell him that I come hardest when I’m so stretched it burns? That I love the thick, fullness of being stuffed and feeling the pressure inside of me so intense that I can’t tell if I’ll have a breathless orgasm or if I’ll scream and soak the sheets with desperate sprays of hot, molten cum?

“Almost there.”

“We are,” Klaus’ voice is ragged. “You should tell me quickly so I don’t make a mistake once I have you alone in that lodge. I don’t know how I’ve waited for you this long. Tell me what makes you see stars, sweet snowflake.”

“Inside and outside. Together. But... But the thicker and fuller the better. Not that it’s ever been thick and full by human standards,” I stammer, realizing that something half the length and a third of the width of Klaus’ member has made my head spin.

“Inside and outside it is then.” There’s a fumble between our bodies and fabric. Klaus covers us up as best as he can while the sleigh descends.

“Yes, Klaus. Thank you.”

“No, no. You don’t have to thank me. I should thank you.”

I lean my cheek to his as he kisses my neck once. “Okay. I’ll need you to guide me from here. Where is the lodge? Where do we stable the team?” I think I can be professional for a few more minutes.

Barely.

“Make for the inlet,” Klaus instructs.

I nod, turning the team slightly. I can see a shadowy shape on the snowy shores. A cabin. Dark and cold.

He’ll keep me warm.

“Did those others... Did they please you?”

“Oh, they were nice enough.” I frown. I already told Klaus it wasn’t mind-blowing. What does he mean, “Did they please me?”

“Did they taste you?”

“Oh.”

Oh.That’swhat he means.

“No.”

“So I can have you first?” Klaus tugs one of my curls. It bounces against his hand.

I turn my head to watch him lick one fingertip before pulling on his gloves.

“You’ll be my first,” I whisper.

---