Seduced by Santa(9)

“Sweetheart, you were injured. If I-” He paused and took a shuddering breath to regain his composure. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She laughed, the sound low and amused. “Rhod, I’m a big girl and contrary to my oh-so-embarrassing wobbly-knee incident in the alleyway, I won’t break.”

Her voice lowered as she lifted up to reach his lips, whispering against them. “I promise. I just want to…to…” She faltered for a second, fire crawling over her cheeks as she tried to verbalise what she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she looked him directly in the eye and smiled.

“I want you.”

Three little words blew away any composure, any resistance Rhod had left. If indeed he’d ever had any against this charming little sprite of a human. He uttered a low curse in elvish and dropped his weight a fraction. The move pressed her curvy body into the soft cushions as he tried in vain to school his reaction.

Lust raced through his body. White hot and uncontrollable, it surged down his spine, tightened his gut and wrapped around his cock and balls in an iron embrace. He was stiffer than a bloody flagpole, his dick so hard and ready against the zipper of his pants he was surprised the damn thing hadn’t broken free already.

Trying to be gentle, he took her lips again. He tried, but it was no use. This time the gloves came off. He pried her lips apart with a hard sweep of his tongue and drove within, seeking the honeyed depths he’d tasted before. Tasted once and become addicted to instantly. He knew, no matter how many times he kissed her, it would never be enough. He could spend an eternity kissing her, and his soul would still yearn for more. For everything she could give.

She opened to him immediately, so naturally all his arguments were swept away. Their kiss, the way her body cradled his between her parted thighs even as his larger form covered hers protectively, felt right. Perfect. Fated.

Her moan mingled with his groan as their tongues entwined and tangled. He felt the shiver of the sensual hot, wet slide from the top of his head to his toes. One arm braced behind her head, he helped her undo his shirt with the other. His hand shook but he ignored it, sitting back to ditch the garment. The fitted fabric caught on his shoulders. He swore and yanked, hearing it tear but not caring as he dropped it on the floor and returned to her.

She met him halfway, sitting up and all but crawling into his lap as their lips met again. He growled, his hands wrapping around her waist to lift her the rest of the way. Straddling him, she settled down and then froze as she registered the thick bar of his cock pressed hard between her legs. He tried hard not to think about the fact that a mere few layers of fabric separated him from sliding into the heaven of her body.

It didn’t work. Another groan broke from his throat as his cock pulsed and jerked against her. A savage ache rolled through his body until it was all he could do not to tumble her to the rug in front of the fire, strip her clothes from her body and make her his in every sense of the word.

He controlled himself, watching her face as she settled down further. Her expression was so sexy, her eyes half closed and her lips half parted. The sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Then she rolled her hips and pleasure rocked his world.

“Fuck!”

Somehow he managed to swear and moan at the same time, sliding his hands up from her waist to brush his thumbs under those surprisingly full breasts. Breasts he ached to uncover, unwrap from the plain cotton shirt she was wearing. Peel the fabric away. Touch…kiss. Lick. Suck.

Crap, he was his own worst enemy.

Closing his eyes to try and control himself, he felt her small hands smooth to the middle of his chest. A shudder of reaction rolled through him. Then she pushed against him. He let her, falling back to lie against the cushions of the couch, and opened his eyes to look up at her.

She sat over him, the fire casting a warm glow over her skin as she reached for the buttons down the front of her shirt. He swallowed; all the blood in his body rushed to his cock like a cavalry charge as more and more of her creamy flesh was exposed. Even if a herd of wild horses had stampeded through the apartment just at that moment, he wouldn’t have been able to look away. Not with her slender fingers moving on the buttons, and the gap down the front of the shirt widening by the second.

Then they were all undone and she parted the shirt, shrugging it off her shoulders. He tried to swallow as the twin mounds of her breasts were revealed, the soft skin pale above the deep scarlet of her bra.

Holy crap.

His eyes widened as she stripped the black fabric of her shirt down her arms and dropped it on the floor behind them. He’d expected black satin, maybe an edging of lace. Not ‘take me to bed and fuck me senseless’ scarlet.