Page 12 of Dirty December

“Lie on the bed.” He takes my hand and sits me on the edge. “Lie back. Knees up.”

“But—”

Klaus presses my shoulders back with the slightest pressure. “No?”

“I... Shouldn’t you undress, too?”

“Mhm. In good time. You said I could be selfish. You’re my present. I unwrapped you. Now I want to look at all the pieces and find out how they work.” Klaus drops to his knees, a wicked quirk drawing up his lips. “Are any of your pieces off-limits, Eirwen?”

“No.”

“I will treat them just how you tell me to.”

Oh, God. I can’t breathe as he settles on his knees, kissing my ankle, stroking my legs, down my thighs, parting my legs at the hip as if they’re butterfly wings.

I expect him to start touching my secret, soaking spots, delving in with his fingers and maybe his mouth.

But he doesn’t.

I half sit in surprise as he slides off his coat, white shirt, dark green suspenders, and finally the trousers and everything under them. The glow of firelight reveals the body I’ve been dreaming about painted in a coppery crimson and shadow.

Silver hairs fall on his shoulders and frame his face. His beard makes a waterfall down to the top of his chest, and what a chest it is. Thickly muscled and broad, with specks of silver and white swirling over it, leading my eyes on a quest to his own secret piece of treasure— a thick cock that’s the color of a succulent blood orange, swinging and bobbing between his thighs.

Maybe he’s going to start by fucking me. Pushing that big cock into my tight little hole.

I’m surprised that I can’t hear my pussy dripping like a faucet.

But he doesn’t.

He’s full of surprises, this man. (I guess itwasin his job description for a hundred years.)

Klaus eases his naked body down next to mine and kisses my forehead, cheeks, and lips, working his way down.

When his mouth closes over my nipple and he starts to suck for all he’s worth, I dig my fingers into his silvery hair and hold on, twisting and moaning. My entire breast fits in his mouth as he sucks harder, and his hand comes down with a soft, possessive slap on my pussy, making me whimper and jump.

“Too hard?”

“No, Klaus.”

“You like things hard?”

“Mmhm.”

“How hard?”

I pause. “No one has ever... There’s been no one I wanted in the way I want you.”

“Hard enough to hurt?”

I swallow.

“Because I would rather not give pain for pain’s sake.”

My words come back up my throat, released from their prison. “I know some of this might hurt. Will hurt. I like the pain that leads to pleasure. I don’t think I like pain just to have pain.”

Klaus very deliberately bites down on my nipple, tugging and worrying it until I arch off the bed to find relief and lessen the tension on my hard, crinkled nub. My pussy flutters and leaps as sparkles of pain give way to warmth, and there’s a fresh rush of hot juice coating my lower lips.

“Like that?”

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