by Qwillia Rain
Rising over her, he held her gaze while easing first one, then a second digit into her heated core. The need flared in her jade eyes before her head tilted back and she arched into him. Swiping his tongue over first one breast then the other, he demanded, “Whose breasts are these?”
“Yours,” she replied as he watched her fight the climax pulsing inside.
His eyes held hers as he thrust his fingers deep into her sheath, rasping over the spot that twisted her arousal higher. “Whose pussy is this?”
Teeth gripped and then released her bottom lip before she gasped, “Yo-yours.”
“You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me who you are.” His fingers stilled inside her.
A whimper sneaked past her lips. “I’m your Elf.”
“And what” ‑‑ he eased his straining erection closer to her, rubbing the crest between the weeping petals of her pussy ‑‑ “does my Elf want?”
Her voice cracked this time, tears pooled in her eyes, and leaked onto her cheeks. “For her Santa to love her.”
Dayton had to close his eyes against the sting of his own tears. “Damn it, my Elf.” He cursed his hips shooting forward, sealing his body in hers. His lips captured her cry as she convulsed beneath him, her orgasm swamping her control.
By sheer will he held off his own climax until hers had finished and his Elf was slowly regaining awareness. The flex and pull of her internal muscles coasted over his cock, while he waited. When her eyes fluttered open and met his, he grinned.
“Naughty Elf,” he murmured, rocking his hips forward then back. Voice serious, eyes wary, he demanded, “Tell me again?”
“I love you.” She didn’t hesitate or flinch. Arching into his strokes, she met his body and matched him.
“This is very good, my Elf.” He nodded, his undamaged hand sliding around her waist to explore the taut hole hidden between the cheeks of her ass.
Keeping her eyes on his, she asked a question of her own. “Why?”
“Because you belong to me.”
“And?”
“This Santa loves his Elf, and I’m never letting you go.”
Her moan echoed in the darkness as he slipped first one then two fingers inside her back entrance to press against the advance and retreat of his cock in her pussy. “I’m glad,” she whispered, her lips suckling the side of his neck. Moving upward, her teeth nipped his ear as she added, “Now, Santa’s Elf says fuck me like you mean it.”
Their laughter lingered in the air even as the slap of bodies furiously reaching for release broke the evening silence to be quickly followed by commingled cries of completion.
The first snowflake settled on Dayton’s neck, drawing him from the soft, hazy sensation that always followed climax with his Elf. Beneath him, he felt a shiver ripple through her as she became aware of the chill air and light gusts drifting through the trees.
Disgruntled at the weather’s interference, Dayton growled. “Damn nature. Has to ruin everything.” Shaking his head, he shifted over her, sliding his semi-aroused cock free, and tucking it back in his jeans.
Fastening all but the top button, he shrugged on his coat, leaving his shirt open beneath. Leaning to the side, he dragged her clothes and shoes from the edge of the blanket, and dumped them in her lap. Ignoring her cry at the chilly cloth against her warm skin, he flipped the edges of the blanket up and over her, wrapping her like a child, and lifted her in his arms.
“Dayton!” Her arms fought free of her cocoon, and reached for his neck.
Dayton’s grin flattened when he caught sight of her taut, peaked breasts bared to the moonlight. His penis hardened, pressing at the buttons of his jeans. “Cover your tits.” His growl whispered through the darkness as his steps slowed. “Or we’ll never make it back to the truck.”
Hoping the look in his eyes warning her not to press her luck was heeded, he returned his focus to the woods surrounding them. Progress along the path was slower, due to the increase in snowfall, and his need to take care of his Elf. Reaching his truck, he loaded her, blanket and all, into the passenger seat, secured the seatbelt over her, and shut the door.
Within minutes they were back at the company, and exiting the elevator into his living room. Though the ride had been as silent as their first one, this time it was a companionable silence.
Neither spoke as he carried her into the bathroom, set her on the commode, and ran a bath. The steam rose from the tub, slowly filling the room. As he turned to help her, Dayton smiled.
Never one to wait, his Elf had carefully folded her clothes, set them on the counter, and was in the process of folding the blanket when he faced her. “Tub, my Elf.”
Setting the blanket aside, Elf took his outstretched hand and stepped into the warm water. He watched her sink up to her neck, smiling as she moaned, savoring the heat as it dispelled the chill. Stripping away his own clothes, he left them where they landed before taking his place behind her.
“I’ve missed this,” Elf admitted as his uninjured hand stroked over her breasts and his lips nibbled at the flesh above her collar.
“I’ve missed these.” His fingers squeezed the plump mounds, plucked at her nipples, before dipping between her thighs. “And this.” Long, calloused fingers eased between her damp labia and thrust into her sheath.
Still sore from his lovemaking, but desperate for his touch, she lifted her hips, impaling herself on his digits even as she reveled in the hint of pain. Against her bottom, the hard evidence of his arousal pressed for attention.
* * * * *
Hours later, too exhausted to sleep and nervous of Dayton’s reaction, Elf turned in his arms. “Dayton?” She hoped he was sleeping so she could avoid this discussion.
Instead, his gravelly voice replied. “Ummm hmm.” A calloused hand stroked up her back, over her shoulder, before settling on her ripe breast.
“Remember on Christmas Eve when I asked you about kids?”
His explorations stopped. “Yes.” This time his voice was clearer, the fog of sleep ripped away by her query.
“Well, I…” She didn’t know how to put her suspicions into words.
Easing onto his elbow over her, Dayton turned on one of the bedside lamps before turning back to her. “You’ve never been afraid to say anything to me in the past, my Elf.”
Although he waited for her words, she could tell by his expression, he suspected what she would say. Taking to heart the fact that he hadn’t left the bed immediately following the notion she could see in his eyes, Elf blurted it out. “I think I’m pregnant.”
Before he could ask anything, she let the information spill out. “I had a feeling I might be just after we got the phone call about Charlie. I haven’t seen a doctor yet, but I asked mine if it was possible, and she said yes. That the dosage of birth control she had me on was the lowest level and it c ‑‑”
His fingers pressed against her lips, stilling her words. “Did you use one of those home tests yet?”
She shook her head.
“Do you have one?”
She nodded. “In my purse.”
Sliding naked from the bed, he tugged her with him out to the darkened living room where her purse had been dropped on the sofa. She watched as he upended the bag, found the blue and white box, and turned to hand it to her. “Take it now.”
Not sure how to interpret his behavior, Elf headed back into the bedroom, Dayton a step behind as she moved into the bathroom.
Three minutes later he was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, hands covering her belly as the little pink plus sign appeared in the window. His injured hand eased the stick from her hand, and tossed it into the trash. Against her backside, his thick arousal nudged at the crease between her cheeks.
“Well.” The tone of his voice was smooth, unconcerned as he ushered her back into the bedroom and beneath the covers. “This definitely proves my theory.”
“What theory is that?” She responded, gaspin
g as he eased between her thighs, fingers stroking her clit, increasing her arousal, hard and fast. “That you have pretty persistent swimmers?”
“No.” His chuckle vibrated against her lips as he settled his cock in place, and drove home. Deep inside, her muscles spasmed around him, fighting orgasm while milking his length with each hammering thrust. “The perfect recipe for kids is: Santa.”
He rocked back, holding her gaze as he pushed in, filling her.
“Toys.”
This time the thrusts were fast and close together. As he lowered his head to press his lips to her ear, he nodded his permission for her to come.
Barely cognizant of the room, Elf still couldn’t prevent her laughter when he whispered the final ingredient for kids against her ear as his own orgasm pulsed through him.
“And Santa’s Elf.”
Qwillia Rain
Qwillia Rain grew up loving books. From an early age she was creating stories to go with the pictures. By high school she was penning romances for her friends and shocking them with the graphic nature of the love scenes. After leaving her home in Las Vegas, Nevada for Anchorage, Alaska, Qwillia discovered there were other authors who enjoyed throwing open the bedroom doors and exploring the darker side of human nature. She left Alaska for Billings, Montana, but the travel bug struck again. Currently, Qwillia resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, drawing inspiration from the history, scenery, and rich diversity of the South.
Santa’s Elf is the result of a simple what if? What if Santa had a naughty side and his interests were on a particular elf? What would some of his gifts be?