“Don’t stop,” she says when I reduce the pressure. “I like the sting. Do it again. Do it while you’re tasting me.”
“You cannot know what you do to me, Lilah.” And I cannot look away while sinking my nails into the welcoming cushion of her thighs.
The color of her skin deepens to bright red under my touch. Blood is just below the surface, but I am careful not to break the skin. Still, she will have marks later. Perhaps for days. Marks I will soothe with my tongue. Marks I will recreate when they have healed.
“Please,” she says, using my horns to urge me closer.
I can never resist her passionate pleas. One more soft lick, then I stiffen my tongue and wiggle it against her puckered ring, then push past.
“More, please more…”
I have pleasured her this way many times and know exactly what she craves. I plunge the full length of my tongue into her ass, holding it deep inside her while moving it in every direction but out. The tip of my nose dips inside her vagina, and the ridge of my brow presses against her clitoris.
The beautiful music of her climax fills the room as she rides my face through her release. Only when her hands slide from my horns do I ease backward.
Once again gathering her legs up with her hands, she presents herself to me while watching me lubricate my tip with its steadily leaking fluid. “I’m yours, Amazra.”
“And I am yours, my Lilah. For eternity.” Positioning the head of my cock at her anus, I slowly press inside, savoring the breach, the tight hug of her muscles as the head of my cock pops into place inside her.
She cannot take all of me in this position, but this is enough. Everything I have with her is more than enough.
I flatten one palm low on her belly, strumming her clitoris with my thumb in time with my shallow thrusts, increasing the pressure on her sensitive bud when her eyelids flutter closed and her thighs quiver against my skin. The clench of her muscles as she climaxes triggers my release, and I hold myself still while emptying my heat inside her.
Her soft, feminine whimper when I leave her body is all the invitation my cock needs to return to full hardness, but it will have to wait until later to find its snug home again.
Scooping her into my arms, I take her to the large tub located a few strides from our bed and set her on her feet in its center. “Iwill clean my spill so you can get dressed. After we return from outside, I will bathe you and tend to the marks I left.”
“I like that you left marks,” she says as I use a damp cloth to wipe gently between her legs and the crack of her backside. Looking into my eyes, her small, soft hand finds my shoulder, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake as she trails it to my face. “I love all the ways you love me.”
“If you continue to look at and speak to me in this way, your Christmas Day may begin and end in our bed.”
“That wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?”
Before I can agree that it would not, a mournful cry from outside reaches my ears. Not a volume or pitch Lilah can hear, but a reminder that this day is not joyful for the creature beyond our cabin walls.
“I think you will find that your gift is worth a short delay in our lovemaking.”
A glassy sheen fills her eyes, and when she blinks, a tear rolls down each cheek.
“Has the delay caused you sadness?”
“No, these are happy tears,” she says, shaking her head while wiping the moisture from her skin. “Because you referred to the sex as lovemaking. You’ve never used that word before.”
“I have been reading your human books while you sleep, then consulting an online dictionary with your phone for all the unfamiliar words and phrases. There are many. Some I do not understand after investigation. I have been saving lovemaking to use at what I believed an appropriate time. Was it incorrect?”
“No,” she says again, smiling brightly enough to put the dawn outside our windows to shame. “Your timing was perfect.”
LILAH
“Cover your eyes,” Amazra says before opening the cabin door.
I do as he asks, taking it one step further by unfolding the band of my hand-knitted winter hat and pulling it down to the tip of my nose. “All I can see now is pink.”
“That is one of my favorite views.” His deep voice slides into my ear like an X-rated promise.
Despite having five orgasms this morning, my body hums with the need for more. “Keep saying things like that and I’m not going to care if I don’t get my present untilnextChristmas.”
His chest vibrates against my back, then the contact disappears and a gust of cold air rushes into the cabin.
