She steps away from me, grinning. I follow her over to the bed as she slowly unties the belt around her waist. Then she turns to face me as she unbuttons the trench coat. “Well. I chose not to wear nothing under here, in case I randomly got pulled over for speeding to get here.”
“Smart, and I like the enthusiasm.”
Letting the coat drop to the floor, she says, “But I did wear the vest my mom crocheted for me. I think it’s super cute.”
There are two smiling Rudolph faces with red pom-poms over her boobs.
“I’m into it. Take it off.”
She does. She unbuttons the three buttons and lets the vest drop to the floor. After staring at her naked breasts for what feels like forever and also not nearly long enough, I notice she’s wearing a pair of green panties that are embroidered with the wordsKiss Me, I’m Elfish. And there’s a little felt Santa’s helper hat sewn onto the waistband below her belly button. There is no logical reason for me to be so turned on by those ridiculous panties, but I am. I am ridiculously turned on by them.
Well, now I’m just turned on because she’s slowly wriggling out of them and kicking them away with her foot.
And there she is, naked before me. With enough curly hair on her head for two women and exactly the right amount of everything for me.
“You are so beautiful,” I marvel.
“Thank you. I look forward to getting a better look at your penis.”
“You say the best things.”
She climbs onto the bed, facing me and maintaining eye contact the whole time, until she lies back and practically disappears into the comforter. It’s like the comforter is swallowing her whole. Her joyful laughter pleases me, but fuck that—the comforter can’t have her. She’s mine.
I am out of my pants faster than I can say, “Get back here, you.”
She lifts and spreads her arms, and there she is again. It’s like the sun shining through the clouds. My heart is racing, and I need a minute to catch my breath. So I do the thing I always did in film school when I couldn’t believe how pretty she was and I didn’t want her to know she had the power to bring me to my knees. I start critiquing her. While removing my boxer briefs. “Those panties you were wearing…did I get the concept right? Was there an elfinsideof them? The concept is kind of messing with my head right now.”
“Are you giving me notes on my whimsical Christmas panties, Mr. Abrams?”
“Sorry.” I actually am sorry. I need to stop doing that. This woman should be praised all day long, by everyone, especially me. “What I meant to say is… Am I going to have to kick the shit out of one of Santa’s helpers? They all need to know that this pussy is mine.” I dive into the clouds, into the sun, between those impossibly strong thighs, taking her magnificent pussy in my mouth. Again. From a new angle.
“Elijah,” she whimpers, combing her fingers through my hair.
I reach under her to curl my arms around her thighs. Stroking her softly with my fingertips, kissing her inner thigh, lazily rubbing her clit with my thumb. She is glistening wet forme, and already she’s starting to undulate. As if the memory of what I did to her earlier has her on the brink.
That is so hot.
But it’s a different vibe tonight.
I go easy on her. So easy. With warm breath and slow licking. Flicking so gently she presses herself into me, squirming. Leisurely circling because we’ve got all night.
She’s trembling.
All over.
Shaking.
I can hear her sighing and then sniffling.
I look up at her. “Baby, are you crying?”
She laughs on an exhale, shaking her head and then nodding. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Elijah,” she whispers. “I don’t know what’s happening. I just know my body wants yours.”
I pull my arms out from under her legs, lift myself up to hover over her. “Oh, baby. My body will give your body whatever it wants.”
She sniffles, swallows and then says, “Then fuck me, Dummy—don’t make me wait.”
“You really do say the best things ever.”
