He said nothing as his fingers got busy unbuttoning her top.
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded breathlessly as her fingers began to assist him.
“I feel compelled,” he replied as he finally bared both of her breasts and stared at them admiringly. “I want to kiss this cute little tummy,” he said grinning as he stroked it before his hand moved down between her legs.
Merry wanted to keep them clamped shut, but it was beyond her capabilities. Instead she let them fall open, gasping as he slid one thick finger along her slit. When he pulled it back and licked it, she was lost.
“Oh,” he moaned as he sucked his digit. “I knew you would taste good.”
“What?” she whispered. “What do I taste like?”
“Like a combination of orange and vanilla, ah… just like a creamsicle,” he finally announced. “Which, by the way, happened to be my favorite ice cream as a kid. Amazing. I am so going to enjoy you!”
“No, you’re not,” she panted out. “You love someone else,” she reminded him. “You said so yourself.”
“As always, you weren’t listening to me,” he sighed as he once again stroked between her legs, ending at her clit and circling it gently. “I said I believed I was in love, but I never mentioned a name.”
“So, you didn’t,” she acknowledged. “Care to mention it now?”
“You are the most infuriating female elf in the village,” he asserted. “What kind of man do you think I am? Would I touch you like this?” he asked as he moved his finger lower, pressing gently against her opening until he’d slipped inside. “Would I thrust in and out of you, trying to please you if I didn’t love you?”
“Oh God, you are pleasing me,” she gasped as she reached for the front of his pajama bottoms and freed his cock. Swiftly she pushed his hand away and spun in his arms, straddling him.
His hands grasped her hips and stopped her from sinking down onto him.
“Are you sure Merry?” he asked. “You should know that once you’re mine I won’t let you go,” he warned.
“You won’t have to,” she promised, inching lower. “Oh, Bartlett, I need you so badly. I have for a long time. Take me now,” she pleaded without an ounce of pride, a shred of dignity. She focused her violet eyes on his and waited. Finally, he nodded and pressed her down until he was settled deep inside her.
Bartlett watched her face,saw her eyes flutter closed in pleasure as her long hair brushed his balls. Somewhere along the way his flannel pants had slipped to his knees. Breathy little moans fell from her lips as she began to rock. He pulled her closer, his hands on her ribs and kissed her, savoring the taste of peppermint. Hell, she was a banquet of tastes and textures.
“Are you sure you’re not part witch, little elf?” he breathed in her pretty ear. “You’ve beguiled me.”
Merry lifted her head and smiled into his eyes.
“Actually, I have some cousins who chose another path,” she admitted with a grin as she pressed down harder.
“I’m not a bit surprised,” he groaned in response.
Easily he flipped her small body around on the sofa until he was over her, his strong arms holding him up. He enjoyed watching the expressions flit across her face as he took her higher and higher.
“God, I want to fill you up, little elf,” he panted. “I suppose I should stop and get a condom, but to be honest it would not bother me a bit to watch your sweet body swell with my child. Although I’d rather wait until there’s a ring on your finger,” he grunted.
“No children yet,” she rasped out. “I’m protected for another few months. So, if you have something to give me, I’ll take it, but please hurry, my bossy human. I’m way ahead of you, I fear,” she finished with a deep throated moan.
Nodding he put one hand under her bottom and lifted her to him, no longer trying to hold back. It felt as though he’d waited forever for this moment, yet he did not have the will to prolong it. The intense pleasure he felt as he pressed deeper was mind-numbing. His balls tightened, his body shook and when he felt her clamping around him it was more than he could take. With several long hard plunges he spilled his seed into her welcoming body with a bellow of satisfaction. Realizing he could not let himself collapse onto her slight frame he rolled them both to their sides and held her close, stroking her beautiful hair from her damp face. Gently he kissed each of her closed eyelids before taking her lips once again. She smiled when he released them.
“It’s me you love,” she stated confidently with a replete smile.
“Yah think?” he asked trying to catch his breath.
“I know it now,” she replied as her hand came up to stroke his stubbly face. “No one could make love to me like that if they weren’t.”
Bartlett laughed and hugged her close.
“Finally, we agree on something,” he said in feigned relief.
“Is it so very important that we agree on everything?” she asked, her eyes troubled. “Because I’m pretty sure…”
