I laughed a little hysterically.
Then he rumbled, “You want to know what else Santa has for you?”
“Uh-huh,” I managed to squeak out. My ability to speak had been compromised, my words stolen by a strong mountain man.
He nuzzled my neck, then whispered, “Are you sure you’re ready for this? And you want it withme?”
“I do. I do.”
His nuzzles turned to kisses as he unzipped the front of his Santa pants.
This was really happening. At thirty-one years old, I wasfinallygoing to get laid. And it was going to be with an older, sexy mountain stud in a Santa costume. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
I laughed, the sound drying up the second I felt something hard and hungry pressed up against my pussy.
“You’re sure?” he asked again.
How could I convince him? “I’ve never wanted anyone more in my entire life,” I whispered as I pulsed my hips towards him.
He groaned, and I could tell it was with pleasure and not pain. “All right then. Here’s your Christmas gift, Robin Merryweather.”
The tip of his cock slid up and down my slickness, my body desperate to feel him inside me, to finally know what it was people talked about.
“It might hurt a little,” he rumbled as he shifted himself into me. An inch, and then another, and another, filling me so tight I didn’t think I could hold all of him.
It was right then that I remembered how big he’d looked in his underwear when I’d seen him chopping wood. This man must have a cock that was bigger than average.
“Is it going to fit? I don’t know that it fits,” I asked in a tiny panic.
“Mm, it fits, Robin. It’sdefinitelygoing to fit. Should we find out?” he asked, but this time his question was rhetorical because he slid the rest of himself inside me, then growled, “Look at that, hon. Itfits.” He grunted and flexed his hips, driving himself in the final inch.
I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything.
There was a sharp pinch of pain, but it was all mixed up with the hunger roaring inside me, blending together until it feltgooood.
“You’re not too big for me?”
He chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. “I can assure you I’m not too big, hon. Let me show you if you’re ready.”
“Uh, I think I’m ready,” I told him as I gripped his Santa coat in my hands. My heart was hammering in my chest.
Ever so slowly, and more gently than I’d expected, he slid himself slowly almost all the way out, and then reversed course, filling me completely.
“Oh, that feels…”
“Does that feel good?” he drawled in a low, sexy voice. “Does my sweet little Robin like this?”
“Yeah,” I whispered out.
He pulsed his hips slowly, a tiny movement with a seismic effect. Then his movements grew bigger, stronger, harder, until I was swept up in a storm of heat and need.
I bucked my hips against him, clumsily at first, then more smoothly as I discovered his rhythm. We were two connected creatures, joined into one, lost in the pleasure of what nature had given us.
It was then that he tipped my chin up and kissed me, at the same time that his hips pistoned forward and back, plunging him deep inside me over and over again.
I got lost in this man. And it was as we kissed that I came again, my body fluttering around him as I cried out in tiny little squeaks.
“Oh, Robin. Where did you come from? How did you land in my life?” he asked as his movements became less controlled, his breathing ragged.
