Page 20 of Dirty December

We lay locked together, warm and sleepy.

And not quite done.

“I’ve marked my heart mate properly. There’s something so seductive about seeing the woman you love spread open around your cock and full of your cum.” Klaus murmurs into my shoulder as he spoons behind me. His fingers trace lazily over my curls and nether lips, both of which are soaked with pearly dots of cum.

I can feel Klaus softening inside of me, but given the difference in our sizes, he’s still stuffing me like a spoiled child’s stocking. When I squirm, my sore pussy protests, and soft squeaks of discomfort escape, along with a yawn.

“Poor little thing.” Klaus’ fingers begin massaging the spot where we’re joined.

“Happy little thing,” I correct with a lazy smile. I’d go again right now if he wanted to.

“Let’s see how happy.”

“No, ohhh.” I moan when Klaus withdraws fully and skims his hand down to the wet glistening mess between my thighs.

“No, I can’t look?” Klaus gives me a stern frown.

“You can look anywhere you want. I meant, no, I don’t want to lose you. Empty without you,” I pout.

With a smirk, Klaus pulls back his hair and tucks it so that it trails down the beach of his neck on one side. “You won’t ever lose me. And you won’t be empty for long.”

Smiling lips kiss down the side of my face and over the taut nipples on each breast, his tongue swirling around each one ashis fingers delve into my sloppy hole, slowly fucking me. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this for months,” he whispers. “Full of me. Wrapped around me.”

My heart is achingly full.He dreamed of me. Wished for me.

“I love you.” I tighten my grip on his shoulder, keeping his warm body to mine. I had pictured this event as a raunchy one-time fling, a desperate bid for physical distraction while Klaus’ guard was down, nothing more.

Klaus lifts his fingers to my lips.”You said you would take every drop. I think it’ll be sweeter now.”

His fingers flow into my mouth and gently piston in and out as I suck our mingled essences from his digits, swirling my tongue over the pads of his fingertips while I stare into his eyes.

“Good girl.”

I lick my lips and nod, ready for more of his offering, feeling so intimately sweet and connected and so deeply dirty all at once.

I love it. Love him. My head spins, and I squeeze Klaus again in silent joy.

This time, Klaus chuckles, his normal ringing laugh low and muted, heavy with exhaustion. Fingers dive back into my pussy and push the walls open wide. Over my whimpering protest, Klaus adds a third finger and stirs my swollen sex.

Leaning up, his smirk turns thoroughly devilish. “You were so tight and tiny, like the tiniest rose bud covered in dew. Now, you're a cherry-red camellia, blown wide open and dripping honey. A few hours ago, my thumb wouldn’t have fit inside of you.” Klaus thrusts three fingers in deep and curls them to my most sensitive spot, wringing another wave of reluctant pleasure from me as my aching pussy complains.

“Oh, Klaus.” I feel my cheeks flaming as the wet, sticky sounds increase in volume.

“You’re all mine now, and I’ll look at you whenever I want, especially when your holes are full of my cum. Isn’t that what you wanted? To be Santa’s special present?”

“You are wicked.”

“And you love it.” This time Klaus withdraws and smears his finger across my breast in the shape of a heart. “My love.” His face shifts, softens. “I don’t need this wild sort of night, Eirwen. I don’t need sexual escapades to make me happy.”

“Neither do I! But... They’re a fantasy, aren’t they? A present to ourselves?”

“God, yes, an entire Christmas morning full of indulgences,” Klaus marvels, eyes wide. “I just don’t want you to think that every night needs to be like this. I want... I want real, simple pleasures with you, too. The kind that lasts all year, not just for a heated dirty December night.”

My hand captures his, and I lick the last traces from his long, strong fingers. “A dirty December night. I love that idea. Although I might like to change it to a Dirty December—full stop.” I bat my eyelashes seductively as I pull one finger completely into my mouth and suck.

Klaus shudders, his thick, spent cock slowly coming back to life. “A Dirty December, and perhaps a few other nights throughout the year. But I hope there will be other sorts of nights. Peaceful, pure ones.” His eyes slide from mine and study my hips and matted curls, soaked with our efforts. “Isn’t the night an elf announces the name of his or her heartmate usually a very sweet, somber occasion?”

“In some cases. I think in mine it would be more like a human engagement party—joyful. Nana Claudine is convinced I’ll never find someone. Hm. She doesn’t know I found you years and years ago.”

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