Page 15 of Dirty December

At least for a trip.

But that whole “rest of my mortal days” remark means so much more. At least to me.

“For now... I’m going to suck this sweet pussy while I’m buried in your backdoor. A squirming bunny is far too tempting for a hungry bear to ignore.”

With his finger deep inside and wriggling back and forth, Klaus presses his mouth over my pussy. With a simple stretch of his jaw, he completely covers it.

I puff out soft curses that turn into long moans as his tongue samples each piece of me. First, long licks over my outer lips. A probing flick to part my pouting inner lips, and then the tunnel-clenching relief that comes when he alternates sucking on my clit with tongue-fucking my pussy.

I figure he’ll stop soon. I’m soaking his face and starting to buck against him. When I thrash too hard, he only laughs and pushes his finger in and out of my tender ass. “I’m not done feasting, little rabbit. Rush me, and I’ll have to pull you across my lap and pound this perfect peach properly.”

Properly? Peach?

I want that—but I want him in my pussy so bad that my walls are clenching together and my jaw is locked as I try not to beg him to hurry.

Klaus squeezes one cheek of my rump tightly. “I’ll put you over my lap and put my cock in your mouth while I pound that little backside Eirwen. Fingers would be just a warm-up.”

“I want to suck you. I want to taste you and please and lo—”

Love him. Love every inch of him.

Klaus looks up at me, still sucking and licking on my pouting puss, eyes quizzical before closing with a satisfied moan.

In a second, his finger leaves my ass and his other hand comes over, shifting so that two fingers slide deep into my pussy while he sucks on my pearl.

My belly tenses, buckles, and then comes undone with a shriek, my fingers tangled in Klaus’ hair. “Yes! Yes! Ohhh, God, yes, please make me come more. Again.” I babble and half-sob, eyes squinched shut as he stays latched to my pussy as my orgasm finishes.

“Was that good?” Klaus looks up at me, worry in his eyes.

I scramble to meet him as he rises to a kneeling position in the bed, throwing my arms around him as I rock on the balls of my feet on the springy mattress.

I kiss him all over his face, lingering longest at his lips, savoring the flavor of my salty sweet cum. “You’re perfect. Exactly what I want. What I’ve always wanted.”

Klaus looks relieved. “I am? I... I knew Holly for months before we were married. We courted. Wrote letters daily. I knew her so well. I feel like there are layers and layers of you I’ve yet to discover, Eirwen. I only know what you want from what I saw in your Christmas Wish. I only know what worked to please my own Holly. She was... Well, she was lovely and wonderful, but she was nothing like you. And I’m a different man than I was when I married her.”

My small body doesn’t seem adequate to comfort the giant of a man, but I press myself against him. “It’s perfect, Klaus. Only one thing would make it better.”

“Ah, Eirwen. Do I really need to tell you?” Klaus traces the smiling curve of my lips.

I nod, eyes wide and serious. “If you mean it.”

“I do. Are you sure that you feel the same? A fantasy may be just that. A fantasy.”

“Why don’t I tell you after the fantasy is done, then? I have things I must do to grant you your Christmas Wish.”

“What’s that?” Klaus asks.

I wrap my hand boldly around his erection and sink onto my knees. Our differing heights cause a little logistics problem, so I change plans and pull a pillow to the floor. I kneel on it, leading Klaus by his cock, still snug in my hand. “Sit on the edge of the bed, Klaus.”

He obeys at once, smooth skin that smells faintly of gingerbread and snow surrounding me as I nestle between his thighs, my hand stroking the long, smooth cock with its bell-like end and its thicket of snowy curls.

My mouth gobbles Klaus eagerly, anxious to prove that I can please him and make him come, anxious to show him that I can take him all, even if it means he’s sliding down my throat. The thought of him so deep in me makes my pussy flutter hungrily again.

I tease the tip with my tongue and then suck for all I’m worth, my hands taking what I can’t fit in my mouth, pulling Klaus steadily toward me, hoping and praying he’ll get the hint and take charge.

He does, starting slowly by massaging the pointed tips of my ears. He pulls on them, making me instantly wriggle closer, jaw opening wider. The tips of my ears are as sensitive as nipples but somewhat less pleasurable. If someone touches an elf’s ear, it’s a sign they’re family, a close friend, or a lover. In the old days when elves, dwarves, and goblins were warring, going for the ears was a basic battle tactic.

Klaus knows this, stroking my ears softly, then pulling and pinching the tip until I gasp. While my throat is open wide, he guides his cock in deep, eyes on mine, checking to see if I want him to stop.

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