'Twas a Dark and Delicious Christmas

by Stacey Espino

  My heart rate sped up and the butterflies in my stomach turned to fire breathing dragons. Hot flames of arousal burned through me. I’m sure I was flushed from head to toes.

  He toed off his boots with ease.

  Not taking those hypnotic blue-green eyes off mine, he flicked his pale hair off his shoulders, causing those massive arms to expand into mountains of flexing muscles. Tucking his thumbs in the band of his red velvet pants, he slowly slid them off and over his hips. When his cock sprung out slapping high against his stomach, I gasped before I could squelch it. Holy mother of…

  His cock had to be a good eleven inches long and, I should know, my feet were that size. A network of veins ran along his thick shaft and his wide mushroom head had a bead of cum glistening at the tip ready to spill over.

  I wanted to drop to my knees and lap it from his cock.

  In a slow, sensual shimmy, he finished stripping himself of his pants. Wouldn’t you know, he didn’t wear any underwear. No surprise there. I didn’t have any on myself.

  Standing up tall and proud and completely naked, he cocked his index finger at me, beckoning to me. The other hand grasped the base of his cock and in a slow rhythm, he stroked it up and down. What a frickin turn-on. I loved to watch a man touch himself, gratify himself.

  My feet starting moving before my brain processed what was happening, and then I was within a hair’s breath of him. The heat from his body scorched my skin and his spicy scent filled my senses with each breath I drew in.

  At that moment, all logic flew out the window and the only thing I wanted to do was rub my breasts against his thickly muscled chest and wrap my legs around his waist while he filled me up tight with his dick.

  My pussy clinched and more moisture coated my thighs, as his hands began to unknot my robe. He leaned forward and his minty, warm breath stirred the fine hairs near my ear. “One of us is overdressed.”

  He ran his broad hands up the front of my robe and cupped my breasts. My head rolled back and I shut my eyes. I couldn’t fight the erotic impulses racking my body over and over again.

  Chapter Three

  For such an imposing man his big fingers were nimble. He slowly worked the buttons at the front of my flannel nightgown with ease, unbuttoning one after another until my gown hung open to my waist. Then, his fingertips glided along the skin of my collar bone at the opening of my nightgown. He leisurely pulled the nightgown and robe off my shoulders at one time. My nightwear slid down my body and pooled around my feet. I stood bare-ass naked before him.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  He held out his hand palm up toward me and I stared at it for a moment. Wicked images of that broad palm and long wide fingers teasing my nipples, slipping into my sex shot my temperature up another notch. I felt my skin tighten and my chest heaved with each breath I took. The air turned sultry with the heady blend of my arousal and his unique spicy scent.

  His fingers wiggled and brought me out of my sexual musing.

  The moment of truth had arrived. Would I go willingly into my fantasy Santa’s arms? Unless I’m brain dead—hell yes! I felt no fear of him, only a deep-seeded lust and I was ripe for the picking.

  One thing I’ve learned from the dead, live each moment as if it were your last. You never knew when death would come knocking at your door.

  He opened his arms inviting me in. My body seemed to float into his outstretched arms as if I belonged there, and then he dipped his head and captured my mouth. He slid his tongue between my parted lips. The sensation of his lips slanted over mine and his tongue slowly, sensually making love to my mouth had my body craving his mouth further south. The sweetness of his breath tasted so damn good.

  God this man could kiss. It was like he knew the right amount of pressure to apply and the perfect angle of his mouth aligned to mine. And, he wielded his tongue with wicked devastation. His firm yet supple lips and the way he rolled his tongue around mine, made my pulse skyrocket and my body tremble. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer.

  He groaned into my mouth and my eyes drifted shut. The silky heat of his stiff cock grinding back and forth on the cushion of my stomach made the inner muscles of my pussy quiver. Sharp twinges of pleasure shot up the walls of my vagina. I felt the rapid beating of his heart. Mine beat just as hard as our passions grew more frenzied.

  One of his hands found my tight nipple and lightly circled and pinched the distended peak. It sent hot threads of molten desire spiraling down my spine, heating up the space between my legs to a fever pitch. His expert touch and unrelenting lips only fanned the fever raging through my blood.

  Then, I felt a massive shift in the air. Energy sizzled down the entire length of my body and electrified the space surrounding us. Static electricity lifted the hairs on my skin. I knew when I opened my eyes something would be different. What would be different was the big question…

  The heavy scent of pine curled around me like a thick forest, lush and teaming with life. My eyes whipped open and I now stood alone facing a window with darling red and white checked panels that hung to the floor. The curtains were closed so I couldn’t tell day from night. Flanked on either side of the curtains were primitive brass candle holders with candles that flickered lustrous circles of light on the log walls.

  My eyes shifted to the left following the pattern of vertically stacked logs that made up the walls of the cabin. A carved life size deer’s head graced the small space near the bathroom door. Color me damn happy the deer head wasn’t real. I hated the idea of killing creatures, much less seeing Bambi’s sweet eyes following my every move. Can we say buzz kill?

  The warmth on my right brought my attention to the stone fireplace as iridescent orange and red flames jumped and crackled in a soothing romantic melody.

  I twirled a one-eighty on the wood floor surprisingly warm beneath my bare feet to come to an abrupt halt. A big—and I’m talking huge—bed dominated the remainder of the room. It wasn’t the bed—though the massive carved wood headboard with cool woodland creatures entwined in a forest scene, would make anyone gawk at its rich detailing—but the creature curled on his side like a large feral cat, lounging atop the dark fur bedspread totally took my breath away.

  I had to tell myself to breathe…in out, in out.

  My heart dropped a beat and everything that made me a woman launched an assault on my nether regions like a race car rocketing to the finish line.

  Those teal almond-shaped eyes glowed with promise and his long white hair in a wild tousle, further reminded me I was face to face with my sexual Christmas fantasy and my present awaited me.

  His blistering hot gaze made me feel all giddy inside. That look alone had more liquid warmth running down my inner thighs and, at this point, Slip N’ Slide had nothing on me.

  He ran his wet tongue along his bottom lip and his white teeth gleamed against his tanned face. One big hand entangled in the furry cover before patting a spot in front of him in a wordless summons for me to join him on the bed.

  Did I hesitate? Was stupid written all over my face? Not a chance on this God given earth.

  Here was my once-in-a-lifetime moment and I didn’t want ‘what-ifs’ to come back to haunt me. I had enough spirits hanging around to do that for me.

  So, I did what any red-blooded sexy woman would do, I turned up the sexual volume to high taking a deep fortifying breath. My girls’ nipples were tight and high. I threw back my head and shook out my long hair. It settled like silk around my face and back.

  I did my best Mae West impression—no, I didn’t throw out naughty one-liners—I set one hand on my hip and paraded my goods toward the bed where my very hard and handsome Santa waited.

  Chapter Four

  I hiked a knee onto the bed and did a low slung prowl to his side. The fur brushed against my nipples and gave under my hands and knees. It felt like a lover’s caress each time I moved. I wondered how it would feel on my back as he drove that luscious thick cock of hi
s in and out of me.

  He groaned. “God, you are gorgeous. You have a body made for pleasuring a man.” He reached out and pulled me partially under him allowing just enough pressure of his muscular frame to press intimately down on me. His hard body fit like a glove to my womanly curves. My eyes wanted to roll back when he ground his cock into the smooth flesh of my stomach.

  He moaned in my ear, low and husky. “I love a woman with lush curves and soft skin. I bet you taste as good as you look.”

  Now my eyes did roll back, as well as my head. This man was seduction personified. I trembled in anticipation of his lips upon my body. And he didn’t disappoint.

  His lips molded to my neck and his moist tongue swirled erotic patterns into the flesh of my neck, teasing me, taunting me. My body moved on its own accord as the onslaught of sexual arousal threatened to overtake me. Moans slipped from my lips over and over again.

  “I love the sounds of pleasure a woman makes,” he whispered in my ear. “I heard a saying once that any woman’s a screamer with the right man. And you will scream for me Little One.”

  Holy hell, that I would scream for him might be an understatement. I’m sure in the end, I’d be hoarse. At this point, I was close to coming and he hadn’t done anything more than kiss my neck and touch me.

  He nudged a knee between my legs. The soft hair on his leg tickled the skin on my inner thighs. I spread my legs as he shifted to lie between them. He used his forearms on either side of my head to balance his upper torso and cage me in. The weight of his big body made me feel feminine and small.

  Hooded teal eyes stared down at me. I waited in fevered anticipation for his kiss. He brushed the hair away from my face with the backs of his knuckles.

  Leaning down, he slated his lips over mine. I parted my lips to take his minty tongue into my mouth. My eyes closed and I let him take control. Our tongues wrapped and tangled in an enticing dance of exploration. Between the pressure of his lips moving on mine and the ridged length of his cock rubbing and grinding into my stomach, I was clutching his back like a drowning victim.

  Satisfied female moans and deep male groans filled the room.

  He broke the kiss. My eyes drifted open and focused on his swollen lips as he pulled back. The wet tip of his tongue was still exposed. I watched him slowly pull it back in. A cocky smirk twisted up his mouth. Right then and there, I knew something sinful was coming next.

  “Tell me where you like to be touched?” He ran a fingertip down the bridge of my nose. The same fingertip grazed down to skim my full lower lip. My toes curled on contact.

  For once, I was speechless, hard to believe since I had no trouble gabbing with the dead. Yet I stared like a star-struck teenager at the head quarterback from across the room at my first damn prom.

  “Cat got your tongue?” He slipped his finger between my lips. “Let me see you suck on my finger. Show me how you would use those lips on other parts of my body.”

  He slowly pulled his finger in and out of my mouth mimicking the act of making love. My tongue circled around his fingertip.

  “I knew you’d have a mouth made for sucking.” His suggestive tone caused more juices to drip down my thighs. He slowly withdrew his finger from my mouth and ran his wet fingertip down my chin until his finger stopped at the precipice of my sex to tease just above my mound in wicked maddening circles.

  My breath caught when I realized he was slithering down my torso to work his wide shoulders into the vee of my legs, spreading me wide. He lifted each of my knees over his shoulders. Using one hand beneath my bottom and the other pressed down on my belly, he pulled my pussy to his open mouth. He breathed in deeply. “You smell like lust.” Then he ran his wet tongue through the folds of my sex. I about came unglued. One of my favorite things about sex was having a man go down on me.

  His breath blew lightly against the sensitive flesh of my pussy. “You taste like strawberries and cream…yum.” Teal eyes glowed back at me and then he licked his lips.

  My heart missed a beat and my breath hitched when he speared my hole, working his tongue deep into the tight tissue. He tongue-fucked me until I cried out. I felt the vibration beneath my legs from his chuckle. The arrogant bastard knew he had me exactly where he wanted me—ready to scream.

  When he locked his mouth down on my clit, he then used the tip of his tongue to meticulously flick back and forth over the nerve ending of my clit. My body went ridged and the spasms almost shook my teeth loose. I must’ve called to the good Lord about a dozen times before sparks exploded before my eyes and I flew apart. To my credit I didn’t scream, but I did bite the hell out of my lower lip.

  I was still drifting in orgasm land when my dream Santa reared up between my legs. His body gleamed with a thin film of sweat. His cock, as broad as my wrist nearly reached his navel and veins traversed up his thick rod. Drops of pre-cum dripped down the wide plumed head.

  He knelt between my thighs, draped my legs over the tops of his and gripped his cock. Holding my hips firmly, he penetrated me. I stiffened up. “Easy Little One.”

  I slowly relaxed as he stroked my hips. “That’s my girl.”

  My inner muscles loosened with each inch he gave me. The pleasure-pain had me panting. Finally he was seated deep within me and I groaned in ecstasy.

  He gave me a hot sexy smile. His white teeth gleamed and his long hair hung around his face like heavenly spun glass.

  Pulling back his hips, he started a smooth rocking rhythm. My heels locked around his lean hips drawing him closer to my body.

  The air grew thick as I tried to breathe through each hard, deep thrust, with his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

  His hips picked up speed. Over and over he thrust into me keeping constant pressure against my swollen clit. The combined simulation of my clit and the fullness of his cock inside me, caused flashes of intense sensations that left me gasping in sensual euphoria. I had to grab the fur and bedding to keep from sliding off the bed as my head sunk back into the fur, thrashing side to side.

  For one lucid moment, my eyes lit upon my fantasy Santa. Eyes closed, his neck muscles strained and his teeth gritted in determination. He pumped wildly and untamed, growling deep and animalistic. His arms trembled under the onslaught. He was a beautiful Adonis locked in the act of hedonistic passion. That glorious sight sent me into a major tailspin. Contractions started at my lower spine and spread like wild fire consuming me. An orgasm like no other raged through me, and my world tilted.

  The last thing I remembered? Yep, I screamed. And I am talking a scream that would wake the dead. No pun intended.

  Chapter Five

  “Merry Christmas, Darling. Did you enjoy your Christmas present?” a voice I knew well asked. A callused hand ran a slow sensual tempo down my spine, to lightly pat my bare ass.

  I rolled over and smiled, coming face to face with my fantasy Santa. “It was the best present ever.” My stiff and sore body attested to the fact, as my arms reached over my head to take a nice, long stretch.

  His touch lingered to sear my flesh even with the chill in the air of our bedroom.

  I had to admit he looked even sexier in the morning leaning up on one elbow gazing down at me with those sleepy teal eyes that held a hint of laughter in them.

  His long white hair fell in messy strands about his face and shoulders and the darkness of his stubble even more noticeable this morning lent him a rakish appeal.

  As I took in his appearance, he moved his free hand up toward his face and gave me a sexy wink.

  The glittering array of colorful sparks from his fingertips whirled madly about his face like the fourth of July. A radiant glow started at the top of his head. As he moved his hand down, the glow followed until his entire body appeared to be a living, brilliant flame.

  His body started to shimmer and become distorted before my eyes, only to solidify once again.

  No more hot sexy Santa guy; instead of long white hair, it became the color of midnight framing his face in l
ayers to his shoulders. No longer did teal eyes captivate me but dazzling Irish green eyes crinkled at the corners smiling down at me. A dark close cut mustache and goatee outlined a generous full-lipped mouth. If he’d had an earring dangling from one ear, he’d make one hell of a sexy pirate. Maybe I should request that little diddy of him at a later date.

  The one thing that hadn’t changed much was his to-die-for body. Though not quite as muscular, it was still big and powerful. This face, this body, I was well acquainted with. This man, or should I say, warlock, I had fallen in love with at first sight over five years ago.

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  What an odd couple we made to be sure. I talked to the dead and Micale was a big, bad warlock who caused havoc for anyone who rubbed him the wrong way.

  Lucky for me, we met through a departed spirit Micale had a grudge against. The soul had royally pissed him off and Micale had cursed him. Even in death, the spirit couldn’t escape Micale’s nasty wrath.

  I remember thinking I finally met a nutty spirit. Were there really warlocks?

  Hmm…

  To make a long story short, I went to find this so called “bad ass warlock” and the rest was history.

  And yes, I did manage to get my fierce warlock to let the poor soul move on. It wasn’t easy though. Micale had a mean streak a mile long. Good thing for me, he had a thing for tall, full figured brunettes with ‘tude. I had the man wrapped around my little finger in no time.

  “What gave me away? I thought I had you eating out of the palm of my hand,” Micale growled at me.

  Just like a man to think they were all that and an unwrapped candy bar. I loved him enough to let his comment roll off my back like water on a duck’s back. He might act and talk like he was tough, but in the end, Micale loved the ground I walked on. I knew it and he knew it.

  “The moment I smelled your minty breath. You are the only person I know who is hooked on those breath strips. I just stayed in my game face mode you started.” I giggled.