I nod, eyes wide.
“I hear there are certain positions that would be beneficial.” Klaus slides his jacket and waistcoat off.
I shimmy out of my dress, skin tingling under his gaze. Every time his eyes rake over me, I feel like the shy girl who burned in silent longing, always afraid to speak.
“Come back. I don’t like having my new bride so far away.” Klaus pretends to strain as he reaches for me, even though if he bends an inch, he could easily snag my bare arm.
“New bride?”
“Very! We’ve only been married for six weeks.”
No one was shocked when our wedding took place only a few weeks after we announced our betrothal on New Year’s Eve. Nana Claudineeven looked smug.
Perhaps I was the only one shocked that my heart mate had been so close all along.
“Six weeks?” I ask in pretend shock. “Is that all? Hmm. Seems longer—but then again, I’d been craving you far longer than that,” I purr, letting him catch me and pull me to my knees between his thick, corded thighs. With a sigh, I inhale him, mouth around his crown as I close my eyes and suck, savoring the taste of him. Still something like warm gingerbread, with the uniquely masculine scent of his skin.
“This wasn’t the position I had in mind,” Klaus moans. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“What position were you thinking of?” I ask between slurping sucks.
“I believe they call it ‘head down, ass up.’ Of course, I won’t be pounding that sweet backside—this time. No, I’ll make sure every inch of me is in that tight, soft snatch of yours, so my cum goes right where you want it.”
“Wherewewant it. I know you’re hoping for a little girl this time.”
“I’m hoping for a lifetime with you, and whatever happens during it is fine with me.” Klaus pushes my shoulders back, freeing himself from my mouth.
Both of us groan—but my groan turns to one of pleasure as he spins me around until my hips are between his knees and his wet crown nudges between my folds, stroking up and down while his hand finds my clit. In a second, he plunges in, making me gasp and fall forward.
“I told you. Head down, ass up,” Klaus chuckles, coming to kneel behind me.
“Cocky.”
A particularly hard plunge makes my walls tremble.
“Very. But only with you.”
I sigh as I snuggle into the warm hand-woven rug under my skin. “That’s the way I like it. Only with you.”
Klaus’ hand scuttles around in the pile of discarded clothing beside us. In a moment, it appears on the periphery of my vision, holding a tapered, bulb-shaped object with peppermint red and white swirls and a flat, heart-shaped base.
“Only me—and a little help?” Klaus whispers, his delicious bulk pressing into my back.
I swallow as the confectionary-inspired toy teases over my backside. “It’s not December, sweetie!”
“But it’s always the right time to make your wishes come true.”
I twist my neck to give him a wink. “Why, Santa! What a lovely gift. But I thought you were retired.”
Klaus nibbles my neck and pushes himself deeper into me, cradling one hand under my waist. “I’m always on duty with my favorite elf. Never too late for her.”
I stretch my spine against his chest and clamp my hungry muscles around him as we rock together in a pool of early springsunlight coming through the wide glass windows. Even the most careless of phrases mean something when it comes from my Klaus.
“That’s right, lover. Never too late.”
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