Page 60 of Scary & Bright
Under the Great Tree, I’d arranged for a plush area rug to be spread out and topped with a pile of pillows and blankets that we could easily lose ourselves in. The decorations on the tree cast lights of every color onto our little nest, creating this ethereal space just for us.
“I’m glad,” I said as I ducked under the tree and flopped down into the pile of pillows. “I thought you might.”
Holly was short enough to walk straight under the branches, and the sight of her holding the front of her red dress to step onto the rug was enough for me to want to rip her clothes right off. But I wouldn’t.
Not yet.
This night was for savoring, for moving with intention, and for stowing away in my memory as our first Christmas Eve together. One of hopefully many, many more.
I sat up, shrugged my jacket off from my shoulders, and tossed it to the side, then Holly immediately ran her fingers down my arm. Her touch sent shivers all over my body, and all the way up into my scalp.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will see us?” Holly asked, her mind already exactly where mine was.
“I should be, but I’m not,” I admitted. “You saw the toys hauling themselves upstairs. They’re exhausted, and besides, they’re toys! They’ve still got that childlike Santa Claus superstition that maybe he won’t come if any of them are out of bed. Besides, these branches are thick enough to block most of the view.”
“Good enough for me,” she said with a mischievous grin as she stood back up and adjusted her dress. This angle was wonderful with her standing over me, the length of her legs on full display. “So, are you ready to unwrap your present?”
Ugh. She really had a hold on me.
“A present?” I asked, moving myself to sit up and adjust the surrounding pillows. “Shouldn’t we wait until Christmas morning?”
“I think you’re going to want this one sooner rather than later.” She smirked. “In fact, why don’t I open it for you?”
A hot surge ran through me as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned around. She reached around to her back and pulled the zipper of her dress. I was already salivating, starving for her, desperate to touch every square inch of her. As the dress slowly began to peel away, she rocked her hips side to side, knowing full well what her movements were doing to me.
Then, the dress fell to the floor in a pile of red velvet, and she was left standing there in a delicate Christmas green lingerie set, looking exactly as she said she was. A present. One that I simply couldn’t wait to tear into. She slunk toward me like a panther, her hair a waterfall over her shoulder and her eyes smoldering. I could feel my lips quiver with desire as she got closer and closer.
I tossed the pillows sitting on my lap to the side, exposing my already raging-hard cock, and I saw her eyes drop as she took in the sight of me. And then she was standing directly over me, claiming her position as the only thing in this entire vicious world that would make me melt into a puddle. I was barely holding together. I reached up and plucked the string of her barely-there panties, which hugged her hips to stay in place, and she ran her fingers through my hair before grabbing my horns in both her hands and tilting my head back to look up at her face.
“Tell me where you want me,” she mewed, and I could feel my body begin to propel forward to the place where only she could send me. The same place I went when I was mid-kill, before the guilt set in. A pure, feral want that made me feel like the actual, physical monster that I was. Right now, I wanted her in every way, and I wanted her desire in my hands.
I plucked at her panties again before pulling them down slowly, intentionally, like I would a Christmas present whose paper I wanted to preserve. She was beginning to shake now, just slightly, like she always did when she was turned on and begging for release. With her hands on my horns for balance, she stepped out of her panties, and I reached around to grab her ass as I kissed her softly on the absolute lowest part of her abdomen. Teasing her. I leaned back, and she let go of my horns, allowing me to lay flat on my back in the lush comfort on the pillows.
“Come here,” I insisted, gesturing her forward with one finger.
She began to lower herself on my hips.
“Not there,” I said, stopping her before nodding forward with my chin. “Here.”
Her cheeks went red with embarrassment as she began to crawl up my body. I could tell she was hesitant, nervous, but all I wanted to do was feel her weight on me, smell the scent of her, and feel her arousal grow as I licked it up. As she lowered herself onto me, I pulled her down to close the gap and held tight to her thighs to keep her in place.
Immediately, I was a beast of desire. I traced my tongue over her swollen clit and felt her thighs tense with anticipation before licking carefully around her entrance, feeling her begin to flood with arousal. And then, as she let out her begging whimpers, I let my tongue loll out in its full length and enter her. She let out a cry of pleasure and reached down for my horns, tilting my face up to give me an even better angle.
I knew her embarrassment would disappear the moment I got her where I wanted her. She began to buck her hips against my face, and I pressed right back into her. Feeling her like this was so incredible, and I could feel my own pulse pounding between my legs, my cock beyond ready to delve into her, but it had to wait. It would wait. My face was her throne, and I wasn’t going to let her get up until she was absolutely lost in the throes of our connected bodies.
“Oh, my god,” she moaned, her voice cracking.
My eyes rolled back. Knowing I was turning her on turned me on even more.
I released her thighs, and as she rose just an inch off of me, I withdrew my tongue from inside and focused it exclusively on her clit, circling my tongue around it like a python. Her breaths became ragged as she continued to whimper.
“Please, please,” she begged.
I knew what she was begging for. Me, inside her. She’d done it that night in the conservatory, and since then, the sounds of her pleading for me were like music. I loved her begging for me, and I loved her.
She was absolutely soaked with a combination of her own arousal and my saliva. I could picture myself sliding into her, feeling the walls of her clench down onto me, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
Only I didn’t have to beg.