Kneeling before her, I place my hands on her knees, savoring the heat of her body. “You are beautiful,” I say, hating the rasp in my voice that gives away my neediness. Running my hands up her thighs to where my shirt is knotted at her stomach, I grab the bottom hem and slide it up, over her breasts, pausing to admire them. Mesmerized by them, I forget myself until she squirms a bit. It’s my turn to lick my lips and continue pulling the shirt over her head. She shakes her hair out, her breasts moving with her body, and I groan. “You are torturing me.”
“You’re too slow,” she says. Though serious in tone, she still wears that barely there sly smile.
“My apologies. If I remember correctly , you said you weren’t a good girl this year. You know, naughty girls have to wait a little longer.” I shrug, no big deal, as I push gently on her shoulders, guiding her gently down onto the blanket.
Lying there in the fire's light, all her curves on display, all I want is to get lost in her. Spend all my time memorizing every rise and fall, every freckle and dimple. On my hands and knees over her, I kiss her. Slow, languid, lazy. As if we have eternity tobe here. As if outside, the world isn’t spinning on its axis, making time march forth.
For every effort to go slow I bring, she fights me with her need and ferocity. She kisses like she’ll freeze if she doesn’t get more. It’s such a godsdamn turn-on. Her hands grasp my shoulders and back, a futile attempt to bring me closer to her.
Pulling away, just enough, I tsk at her. “Patience, Addy. We have all night.” Her bottom lip juts out in a pout. I lean down and suck it, tugging gently just to hear her whimper, then release. Her swollen lip gives away her pleasure. I can’t wait to make the rest of her swollen with pleasure.
I place delicate kisses along her collarbone, down each breast, taking my time to suck and swirl each pink nipple, both of them standing ready for me. Swirl around her nipples with my tongue, enjoying the sound of her breath catching each time I switch breasts.
Addy lifts her hips, a vain attempt to find pressure or friction. “Impatient, aren’t you?” I say as I leave a trail of kisses down her stomach to her belly button. Just below is the rolled-up waist of my sweatpants. I’m torn. Part of me wants to rip them off of her, but they are my favorite sweats. And now that she’s worn them, I don’t want to trash them.
A slow slide down her body, it is. She lifts her hips to help. And then she’s splayed out. Naked, delicious, breathing hard already in anticipation.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature. Gods, I’m so lucky I accidentally kidnapped you.” At that, she laughs, her entire body joining in. It’s too much. Breaking my resolve to tease her, I dive headfirst toward her sweet clit and center.
Chapter 8
Addy
Ipromise never to tease anyone ever again.
Okay, that’s a lie. But by the gods above, this orc is killing me with his kisses and slowness. It’s the longest night of the year, and I’m loving every second of it. Also, I am in desperate need for him to move faster. The emptiness in me needs to be filled—now!
I’ve never been exposed to another person like this before. Normally the lights are off; I keep a sheet or blanket deliberately covering some part, or many parts, of my body. While I want to squirm a little, his gaze of pure need and desire makes me feel more empowered than I’ve ever felt. The way he rubs his hands along my thighs, fingers kneading my flesh, moaning in delight, hits my mind like I’m being worshipped.
I had my reservations about orcs—about all the creatures here in Moonfang Haven—but Leif has quickly shattered all of them. He’s bossy, but so gentle. The growly Santa named the frickin’ hedgehog family! What kind of grump does that? His tenderness is almost overwhelming; it’s nothing I’ve experienced before.
When his hot tongue laps at my clit, I’m almost ready to fall apart. I spread my legs wide, exposing my most intimate bits tohim, and he sucks and moans as if he’s eating the most delicious meal of his life. Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his hair, letting him know that I love what he’s doing.
The pause, the absence of his mouth, makes me whimper. Propped up on elbows, trying to get my eyes to focus, he’s walked away to the kitchen. Before I can say anything, he’s using sink water. Maybe he’s thirsty? I feel like I’ve reached the intermission at a theater. Confused, but at least I have his backside to admire. The candlelight's flicker accentuates his back muscles. I always thought that was photoshopped—seeing magazine photos of thick, muscled backs. Clearly, I was wrong. I’ll happily be wrong every day of the week if I can see and touch him more.
When he saunters back, that silly Santa hat on his head, his cock thick and hard, tenting his pants, my insides jump with excitement. And then, I see what he’s carrying. A second cock—a dildo—in his hand.
He shakes a finger at me in a no-no motion. I give him my best, oh, really? look. Leif smiles. It’s a grin for the masses. His tusks gleam in the light, his thick lips spread wide, and I want to eat them up. My center clenches as he stalks toward me, muscles and cocks on display.
Kneeling between my thighs, he says, “So, Addy. Since you admitted to not being a good girl this year, I don’t know if you get a toy.” He flips the dildo in his hand like I did earlier. I can’t help but smile.
“Oh, Leif, please.” I give him my best doe-eyed look. “It’s all I wanted for Christmas.”
“Really? All you want?” He asks, genuine surprise in his voice. I shake my head no.
“It’s what I wanted. But then you kidnapped me, and now I want something else. More.” I lick my lips. “I want you.”
All I get in answer to that is a grunt. Figures.
But then Leif leans over me more, kisses me, and I forget why grunting is not enough. This kiss is more pressing than before, and I love the energy. His tusk scrapes gently against my cheek, sending a shiver of delight down my spine.
I hear the vibration of the dildo before I feel it. I may have squealed with delight at the sound. Leif huffs, half-laughing. Then he teases me with it. He adjusts to straddle just one of my legs and presses his hard cock against my leg. That right there is enough to make me whimper with want. I try to adjust, to get the heaviness of him where I want it, but he is literally a boulder, and I can’t move him. He takes the vibrating dildo and runs it up the length of my other thigh, pausing just at the crease at the top of my thigh. Pure torture. All the while, kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.
I know I can shimmy and get the dildo where I want it. I know it. But when I do, it disappears from my thigh. Pulling back to look at him, nose to nose, I chastise him. “You’re being mean. I want that. I’m ready.”
“Mmhmm,” is all the answer I get. Followed by the dildo teasing each nipple. Now, I can’t rub my thighs together for any friction. I can’t move his body to lie on top of me. I’m helpless. Grabbing his hand with the dildo, I try to move it back to my center, but he resists. I huff out in frustration.
“Leif, please,” I beg.
