Page 5 of Dirty December

“I know! Humans and elves rarely mingle in a romantic way. I don’t know what I’m doing, either, Klaus.” I use his name and dig my fingers into the velvet of his trousers. “But I know I want you to tell me. Tell meanywish of yours, and I’ll make it come true. I trust you, Klaus. Anything you could tell me to do—I would do. Willingly.Sowillingly.”

I use up all my bravery in one shot, talking myself to silence, wet and slick between my lower lips and tongue dry and nervous between my upper ones.

Why is he silent? Why isn’t he soothing my fears, telling me he understands what I want? I know he’s naturally gifted at giving orders. I’m good at following them. Why should the bedroom be any different from our weekly meetings?

Klaus takes my hand and squeezes, a true smile lighting his stern features. “I meant, show me how the two-seater handles.”

“Oh. Right.”

“But now that I know how you handle—sit on my lap, Eirwen. Right here. In the middle.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Klaus. I’m not your boss now. ‘Yes, Klaus’ if you want to say anything at all.”

I sit in his lap, just where he gestures.

Oh, sweet figgy pudding.

I can feel his cock pressing against my ass. And my thigh. I use my hand to reposition myself, and Klaus seizes it and presses it to his erection.

My hand will close around him—if I stretch my fingers until I feel like the joints are separating. I’m sure for a human he’s well above average, maybe eight or nine inches and thick. Human women would whimper and stretch.

I’m an elf. My hand is a third of the size. As for other areas...

Klaus puts my hand firmly back in my lap and holds it there, head bent to whisper in my ear, his whisper tickling the sensitivepoint. “Just tell me if you want to attempt... physical things after feeling that, Eirwen. I know we can find ways to make each other happy. I want to know if this is one of them. I want to know now, so I can... pack accordingly.”

I wonder what he means.

He waits, chest tense against my back, hands stiff on mine.

Finally, he cracks the silence with a hoarse croak, “I may not be Santa anymore, but I can still visit my workbench, Eirwen. Want me to make you an elf-sized gift to keep you satisfied?”

“No! No, Klaus, I wantyou.” I turn, nodding, and then turn right back, head hanging.

“Oh, you’d have me, sweet snow angel. I’ll be the one pounding it into you, touching every inch of your gorgeous body while you take my cock between your hands or breasts, or maybe even in that sweet little mouth.”

I forget how to breathe.

Klaus leans his head to mine for a moment. “This isn’t right. Too fast. Too lustful. Eirwen, I—”

“It’s not too fast! Lust is good. Very, very good.”

“But if we start and you change your mind, you know you can always tell me so. I... I’ve cared about you for such a long time, Eirwen.”

He has?“When?” I ask in a curious whisper.

“Probably a few years ago—when you let me help deliver Cupid’s calf. It was the first time since Holly passed that I’d beentrulyhappy. I remember thinking that it was strange that I’d lived and worked with the team of reindeer for decades and never helped bring on into the world, even though I had laid many to rest. You helped me think—life will go on. Life will go on, not just for the children I bring gifts to, but it could go on for me, too. It could be different. With someone different. You will never replace my Holly. You are in a class of your own. Hollytaught me what love was. You made me realize it didn't have to die with her.”

Klaus leans his lips against my cheek, beard tickling my neck and caressing my skin. A soft kiss.

“When? For you?” he asks.

My answer is different. “Probably the first time I saw you—but don’t worry! I was content to admire from afar. It wasn’t until the last few years that things began to—thicken.”

My words mimic his cock, which had softened a bit during his emotional speech. It surges back to life as I squirm on him, leaning back to move my lips to his.

His mouth is bigger, tongue more demanding. He grips my face in one hand, plundering, stealing my air, a mix of mint and mead that is far more intoxicating than my rum-filled eggnog.

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