There was more I wanted to know on the subject of magic, especially elf magic, but Bal’s mouth sucking on one of my nipples made my brain zap out and all I could concentrate on was the sensation of his wet mouth tugging on the hard nub.
My nipples had become extremely sensitive the last few months, and I writhed beneath his tongue and teeth, my legs moving restlessly around his, my hands clenching at the sheets. He moved from one nub to the other, relentless, until I had to grab a handful of his hair and pull him off.
“Too much,” I whined, feeling hot and flushed, feverish, and so, so turned on.
He grinned wickedly at me once more, planting gentle kisses down my body. The freckle between my sternum, a kiss on each rib, just above my belly button. He caressed the tiny mound that was our child almost reverently, his large hands so gentle. Like he wanted to touch but was afraid too.
I watched him with hooded eyes, as his hands measured the length of my belly, the roundness that was just beginning, before he placed the sweetest kiss just above my pubic bone, where the swelling began.
“We made this,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot across my flesh.
My hand found its way back into his hair, into the loose silky tresses, as he laid his head on my belly for just a minute. I played with his hair, letting him have this moment with our child. I hadhad plenty of awe moments so far, and Bal deserved to have this one. Even if I was impatient for him.
Spreading my knees, I urged him with a flex of my hips, needing him more than I had ever needed anything. He sat up on his knees, his fingers ghosting over my hard, leaking cock, down my balls, to my wet, aching hole. Two fingers slid into me easily, and I gasped at the pleasure.
“You’re so wet for me,” Bal growled in my ear, nipping the lobe.
“Only for you.”
The broad head of his cock tapped at my entrance, before breaching the tight ring of muscle. Breathing out, my body opened for him, and with a rocking of his hips, he slid inside me.
His large hands bracketed my cheeks, and he made sure to keep all his body weight off my belly. Our eyes locked as he began to move slowly, so slowly, inside me. He was gentle, taking his time, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Never wanting to let him go.
He felt amazing inside me, with no latex condom barrier this time–not that it had worked all that well during my heat. He trailed kisses over my neck, my cheeks, before finally capturing my lips with his. The kiss was everything I had been missing for months.
Sex between us, during my heat, had been fantastic. He had somehow just known what I needed. Just as he did now. His hands trailing over my skin delicately, mapping all my dips and curves. Connecting my freckles, then running them over the mound of my belly.
Bal made love to me like I was the most precious thing he had ever held.
His hand entwined with mine, over my head, as he pumped into me, moving faster. My orgasm tingled up my spine, and I grasped my cock, needing the extra friction. I felt his cock swellinside me, stretching me, his knot growing, and my hand moved faster.
And when we came together, both shouting our release, fingers squeezing each other, I wept from the sheer emotion of it all.
“I love you too,” I whispered to Bal, as we tried to calm our breathing. “I love you.”
Kendrick
Past…
Grumpy Elf:Your brother is putting together a gingerbread contest.
Me:He told me. You going to enter?
Grumpy Elf:Certainly not! Me, making a gingerbread house? I don’t have the time.
Me:More like, you don’t have the talent.
Grumpy Elf:Well, he’s throwing my schedule all out of balance, again. I swear he lives to make my life difficult.
Me:He does. He told me so. Stop being a whiny baby. Aren’t you supposed to spread joy. You are an elf.
Grumpy Elf:Joy is for other elves. I have to make sure everything runs smoothly so Nik can deliver all the presents.
Me:And Keegan and his gingerbread contest are hurting this how?
Grumpy Elf:He has it scheduled for December 22nd. All the elves want that day off to attend.
Me:So, what I’m hearing is your precious workshop will be empty, and you can get tons of work done in peace and quiet. Just like you like. Sounds like Keegan is actually helping you.
