This had been the inevitable outcome, and we’d both known it from the start.
There’d been a wildfire going between us ever since we first met. And I got the feeling that nothing in this universe could keep us away from each other.
It was strange, but I’d never wanted to sleep with a woman as badly as I wanted to sleep with Chloe.
What I really wanted to do was keep her out here forever. She could just walk away from that other life she’d been trying to build and join me in mine. I had everything we needed right here in this cabin.
I could take care of you. I could love you the way you deserve to be loved.
But it didn’t feel right to say that. Not when we’d just met. And not after what happened with Tiffany. I’d learned not to make assumptions.
Chances were this was just a case of two lonely people feeling horny and reckless.
But I’d take whatever I could get from her. A lifetime commitment, or one night in her treasure cave.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I knew what women typically wanted. So I patted my lap, beckoning her to come sit on it.
She sat down and straddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Santa wants to know. Have you been a good girl this year?”
Chloe shook her head and whispered, “I’ve been a goodelf.”
“I’m going to need you to prove that,” I said as I raked my hands across her curves.
The elf costume had seemed like a good idea, but I didn’t know how I was going to get her out of it.
I spotted a bow at the top of the bodice and tugged the ends, loosening the ribbon until her gorgeous breasts spilled out. I caught them with my hands.
Her tits were even more magnificent than I’d imagined, and my cock inched up even further, begging for release.
I kissed them, burying my face in her chest until she was gasping and her nipples stood firmly at attention.
She ground her hips against me until we were both worked up to a fever pitch. Chloe had a look on her face like she’d been carried away in bliss.
There was something pure and almost innocent about the look on her face.
I’d thought we were about to fuck hard, but seeing her now, I realized we weren’t. We were going to make love to each other.
I picked her up, then deposited her on my bed. Then I parted her legs and sunk down to my knees, burying my face between her candy cane thighs.
She moaned and gently pulsed her hips towards me, opening herself to me.
I liked how open she was. It was as though we’d done this a thousand times before. As though I’d get to do it a thousand times in the future.
Chloe wasn’t shy or holding herself back. She was sharing her body with me like a gift.
My true Christmas gift.
I groaned as I lapped her pussy, my need getting stronger every second I delayed. I needed to be inside her. But first, she was going to come for me.
Nibbling on her thighs for a moment, I rumbled, “Come for Santa. Santa wants to fuck his good little girl, but he can’t do that until she comes. Come for me, Chloe.”
Then I sucked the tiny nub of her clit into my mouth, rubbing my tongue against it until her tiny pulses turned into a wildbucking ride and she cried out. Her pretty voice carried through the cabin, loud and clear as she came for me.
With her pussy still fluttering, I tugged down the front of my Santa pants and crawled on top of her.
I needed to be inside her.
