Winter's Tale (6 page)

The devil in her had to delay a few more
seconds.

“I’m yours,” she relented then, low and
rough. “However you want me.”

She’d loved his kiss before, but at this he
kissed her so intimately her heart stuttered. His hands had been
palming her bottom. Now they closed tight around the upper part of
her thighs, parting them and lifting her body. His hot wet crest
split her pussy’s folds—probing, finding, gliding inward for a long
incursion.

Sound broke in his throat as he entered her.
Her body didn’t resist, the excitement of his lengthy penetration
smoothing its own way. He shook his head from side to side, as if
in disbelief at the sweetness of the pleasure.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying it. Humming
with lustful bliss, she wriggled down on him greedily. She wasn’t
sure the world contained better sensations than his hard thick heat
filling her.

When she’d surrounded him all the way, his
fingers clamped on her ass cheeks to keep her from moving.

He tried to speak but couldn’t. Locking gazes
with her instead, he lowered both their weights to the blanket. As
her back hit the wool, she discovered his cock could in fact
squeeze in a bit farther.

Her spine arched with ecstasy.

He groaned at that, catching her knee to
press one folded leg back to her. Her breathing quickened. Her
pussy felt even fuller in that split position. He felt something
too—more tightness possibly. His face twisted and his eyes shut
briefly. Resettling his knees, he planted his free hand on the
blanket.

Liking being loomed over, December slid her
hand up the knotted muscles of his supporting arm. Hans was flushed
all over, his little nipples standing out in points on his chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured.

He didn’t answer, but a tiny shiver shook his
shoulders. He dragged his cock halfway from her body. Then, as if
he couldn’t resist, he hung his head to gaze at their joined
bodies. Seeing this must have been arousing. His flesh twitched
inside her, and one fat sweat bead rolled down his corded neck.

“Hang onto me,” he said.

His words were so roughened by desire she
wasn’t certain she’d understood. When he lifted his head, she
clutched his shoulders instinctively.

“God,” he said, like all the contact was too
much to process. His body shuddered a second before he began to
stroke.

Pleasure cries echoed from them both at
that.

His size in motion was amazing, the way his
organ stretched her as his hips pushed. She was grateful that she
was wet, and that his thrusts felt so good she simply got creamier.
A steady pace seemed to be his goal. He took her in even drives,
long ones, firm ones, grimacing as he tried not to go at her too
hard.

Given how long he’d waited, this had to be
difficult. She sensed he made the most of every millimeter his cock
could travel. Her nerves certainly relished his thoroughness. Every
part of her passage was stroked and rubbed, until her pussy drew on
him without her consciously trying to. With the strength of the leg
he hadn’t trapped, she pushed her hips at him.

Groaning, he dropped onto one elbow. She
liked him being nearer as he worked himself into her, his heat and
sweat a visceral enjoyment.

“Can you take more?” he asked. “Can I go
faster?

Too aroused to answer, she wrapped her calf
around him and pulled.

She didn’t recognize the language he cursed
in, but his control must have been closer to snapping than she’d
known. He shifted from half-restrained to berserk without any more
warning. He fucked her then—strong, hard—his head thrown back and
his mouth gulping air. Veins bulged in his neck, and his hand
clamped her hip. The sounds he made weren’t words: pleasure,
torment, a white-hot need that had built for centuries. Though her
body ached for its own release, she could hardly pay attention to
herself. She was too enthralled at watching him seek his.

“December,” he gasped, slamming desperately
into her.

He ground his balls against her, an extra,
emphatic push she discovered she couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes,” she urged. She was holding onto him
for dear life, her grip sliding on his perspiring back. His muscles
tightened, his sweatiness increasing. He went faster, snarling now,
straining to come and at the same time to keep experiencing the
heavenly sensations. His cock grew stiffer, longer, delicious
flashes of heat driving up the nerves of her pussy.

“Go,” she said, wanting it for his sake,
reveling in everything.

His face was a mask of need, the hammer of
his erection slicked by her hot desire. Their pelvises slapped
wildly together. In he pumped, stretching her clinging pussy,
shoving her with his thrusts until finally he exploded.

His long cry of pleasure was bestial. Crammed
deep inside her, his strong hips held hers aloft. From the iron
lock of that position, his seed shot into her in a flood: hot,
hard, coming and coming as if he’d never be emptied. He overflowed
her, his powerful body shuddering violently with spasms.

December loved every second, stroking her
hands up and down his spine as if the caress could prolong his
ecstasy.

He sighed as the climax tapered, letting her
down, his weight sagging over her. Beneath her smoothing hands, his
back heaved with hard breathing.

When she lowered her bent-up leg, he moaned
an objection.

She laughed at him. “You can’t need me to
stay that way. In case you hadn’t noticed, you came like Noah’s
flood.”

“I liked your leg up there,” he complained,
stroking her trembling thigh. “God, you’re body is gorgeous.”

Seeking more admire, he slid his hand to her
breast, cupping its fullness and thumbing her nipple. A fresh hot
ache rippled through her pussy, making her almost too aware of how
well she’d been pummeled. Sensing this, Hans lifted his very
tousled dark gold head.

“You only came once,” he said.

She supposed she had come. She’d have felt a
lot more needy if that weren’t the case. She feathered her
fingertips over his big shoulders. “I enjoyed watching you find
pleasure.”

A low male laugh vibrated in his chest. His
blue eyes were drowsy, but embers still smoldered. “I suppose I put
on a show.”

“A good one.”

He clucked his tongue at her. “You know you
deserve better than
watching
.”

She bit her lip, wanting to admit it but
strangely reluctant to demand repayment. Usually she had no problem
being bold. Of course, the sexual partners she usually fooled
around with weren’t in the same league as him. More often than not,
they needed direction.

“Is that how it is?” he teased. “I have to
guess what will pleasure you?”

She might have nodded too eagerly.

He laughed again, the sound too knowing for
her pride, though she supposed she shouldn’t begrudge him his
triumph.

“I should warn you faeries can’t read minds
unless they do a spell,” he said.

“Can’t they?”

“No. Plus, my elf half isn’t nearly as
magical. I’ll simply have to do the best I can.” The twinkle in his
eye warned her his best was plenty. She gasped as his gently
rubbing thumbs found unexpectedly sensitive places on the underside
of her breasts.

“Let’s see,” he said, grinning wickedly.
“Could it be more kisses that you desire?”

He dropped them along the length of her
squirming body, interspersing little love bites with silken
soothing from his warm lips. His hands smoothed up and down her
legs as he lingered at her hipbones and belly. Evidently, he liked
the curves of both.

“Yes,” he murmured when her squirms
increased. “I believe I’m getting close.”

She choked out a sound as he spread her folds
to kiss her clitoris. The movements of his mouth were delicate, his
tongue’s tip no heavier than a feather against the swollen rod. He
sucked, and tiny jolts of sensation zinged up it. Her pussy
clenched with longing, creaming once more for him.

“Please,” she begged breathily, needing to go
over.

“A little more,” he whispered against her.
“Don’t tell me you can’t stand it.”

Compared to him, she supposed she ought to be
able to. Despite not having waited centuries, her body jerked
helplessly as he tormented her. For five more minutes, he held her
on the edge, making pleasured noises at her responses that just
aroused her more. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. It wasn’t
long before she was mewling, hands clenched on fistfuls of blue
blanket.

She tried touching him, but that didn’t help
her frustration. He wouldn’t be rushed, and holding his head sent
too many tingles streaking into her palms. Maybe his skin was
infused with magic—faerie or elfin, she couldn’t say. She simply
knew his fingertips felt like they shot trails of sparks. The soles
of her feet vibrated from him cupping and rubbing them. He made her
feel more desperate than any male before him.

“
Please
,” she said more
insistently.

Hans lifted his head from her pussy, looking
up her body with burning eyes.

The way that look went through her tightened
her aching sex much more than it needed. She was going to scream if
he didn’t pay off this tension soon.

“Shall I finish you with my mouth?” he asked
smokily. “Or would you prefer I penetrate you with my manhood?”

He was hoarse enough that she shuddered.

“You,” she said. “I want you in my body.”

He crawled up her pantherlike, his erection
hanging hard and thick and not straight down from his groin.
Impressed by his defiance of gravity, she spread legs and arms for
him. Hugged by both, he slid into her like a sweet dream.

“Mm,” he crooned as he pushed. “This is even
better the second time.”

He rolled onto his back with her on top of
him. As her weight settled on his cock, it seemed to fill even more
of her. The size of him amazed her.

“How can you be this hard again?”

He smiled so beautifully her heart ached
worse than her pussy. His hands slid up her front to cup and
support her breasts. “With you for a lover, how could I be
otherwise?”

She couldn’t resist a man this good for her
ego. Smiling back, she braced her hands on his chest muscles. She
began to ride him, loving ever gasp and wriggle she drew from
him.

“You’re good at this,” he admired
breathlessly.

She rolled her hips more persuasively. “How
could I not be, with you to inspire me?”

He liked that. His grip on her hipbones
tightened, his need to ejaculate obviously rising.

“Hold off,” she said.

His eyebrows went up.

“I’m feeling too greedy to come just once
this time.”

His teeth flashed brilliantly in his tanned
face. “Want help with that, sweetheart?”

She did, and he gave it with warm long
fingers, squeezing her labia tight to her clitoris as she worked
herself along his hardness. The stimulation was unfamiliar but very
effective. An aura of need expanded quick and hot through her
abdomen. She had five good rolls before the climax clamped tight on
her.

It was sweeter after all the waiting, and the
strength of it caught him too.

“Fuck,” he gasped, straining into her as her
walls contracted around his cock. He must have wanted to savor
that. He held there, frigging her harder with his fingers. Her
climax climbed to a second crest, this one so intense it stole her
breath.

He growled as he felt it ripple.
Then—probably because he couldn’t prevent it—he let go again with
her.

His moan and the rush of heat added to her
pleasure. Her arms would have buckled if he hadn’t pulled her down
to him.

“Good,” he said gruffly against her temple,
stroking her tangled hair.

December sighed and snuggled closer, her body
glowy all over. He’d wrapped her in his strong arms, his hold
undeniably possessive. Since the last thing she wanted to do was
leave, that seemed pretty wonderful.

“What happens if I fall asleep in a dream?”
she asked drowsily.

“In a magical dream, you wake to your own
reality.”

That lifted her head from his shoulder.
“Really?”

“Really.” His hand continued to stroke her,
his expression gone sad again.

“What we did tonight wasn’t enough to free
you.”

“No,” he agreed. “For that you truly have to
fall in love with me.”

December opened her mouth, then shut it and
thought for a moment. Was she ready to take that leap? Was it even
something she could decide should happen?

“Do you have to love me back?” she asked.

He shook his head, fingers brushing a
corkscrew curl off her forehead. “Those aren’t the conditions of
the spell that imprisons me.”

“Well, that’s not fair!”

He laughed softly. “No, it certainly is
not.”

She believed he couldn’t lie then. Telling
her what she wanted to hear would have improved his odds. “How long
does it take to fall in love?”

“Sometimes it takes a lifetime, or so I
hear.”

“Have you ever?”

He shook his head as wistfully as before.

“I don’t think I have either. Just crushes
here and there.”

They contemplated this together.

“I loved my mother,” he offered. “She was a
brave woman. My father left before I was born. All by herself she
tried to defend me against the queen. She was only an elf, not
highborn, and not nearly as powerful. Even worse, the queen had
lured me to a sacred pool, where there was extra magic to draw upon
for her curse. My mother rushed at her with a knife. She never had
a chance. She was torn apart by the dogs the queen set on her. The
queen let me watch her die before she imprisoned me. I held her
hand as the light went out of her eyes. The queen claimed this was
better than I deserved, because I’d robbed her of the chance to be
with her daughter during her last moments.”