He pushed the hooded top off her shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up. She watched heat rise in his face as he took in her breasts, her nipples already hard with anticipation.
“This might work better if you were on your back, my dear Ginny.” He put his hands on her shoulders and eased her back onto the table.
She watched as he shed his own clothing, peeling off the cashmere sweater and snug cords that concealed what she was sure had to be a magnificent body. And sure enough, when he was bare from head to toe, he was six foot two inches of masculine paradise, easily the best holiday treat she’d ever been given.
And then he joined her on the table. Any nervousness she might’ve felt, any reticence, seemed to dissolve like magic the minute he touched her. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, so long since she’d taken the risk of letting someone get close to her. She should’ve been afraid.
Somehow, she wasn’t. She couldn’t think of anything but him, and how right it felt to be with him.
She lifted her hips so he could ease her pants and underwear down. He tossed it to the floor and moved in closer, until she could smell the combination of his spicy cologne and the purely masculine scent that was his alone.
She closed her eyes as he went to work on her breasts, licking one nipple to a painful peak before moving to the other one. He took it between his fangs and sucked slowly, making her pussy tighten and throb with need. She held her breath when he stopped, feeling every muscle in her body tense as he worked his way down, lips and fangs leaving a trail down her ribs, over her belly, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.
“Hold on, my Christmas angel.” He looked up at her from between her legs and flashed a fanged smile. “Get ready for some holiday magic.”
No woman had ever tasted so good.
The smell of Ginny’s skin, the flavor of her lingered on his lips, and he hadn’t even reached the core of her yet. Lex fought back tremors of desire when he saw her sweet cleft, wet and pink, before him.
Slowly, gently, he spread her folds apart with his thumbs, baring her slick furrows for his perusal. He lowered his head and inhaled her scent, feral and female. His cock pulsed in response, and his balls grew heavier with an ever increasing need to come.
Unable to resist any longer, he brushed the bud of her clit with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered, reaching down to wind her fingers through his hair. Taking it as a good sign, he continued, teasing her clit with his tongue until he could feel her juices flowing.
“Lex…” She moaned, arching her hips. “Please.”
He knew what she wanted, knew it as if it were his own desire calling out. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to bury his cock so deeply within her that they would be truly one in every way. But he wasn’t ready to take the final step, not until he’d made her come with his mouth, until he’d tasted the fruit of her orgasm.
He probed her core with his tongue, lapping at her entrance before working his way over the hood of her clit. She shivered, her body tensing with each stroke of his tongue. He lavished her clitoral hood, drawing out the tension, each lick bringing her closer to release. When he dove down and drew the tiny bud into his mouth, she came.
He felt her explode in a rush of honey, her clit pulsing in his mouth like a miniature heart. He suckled it, bringing her to the edge and over again, knowing that his own bliss was just around the corner.
He rose up and watched her face, memorizing every flicker of pleasure as it passed over her features. She finally opened her eyes and returned his gaze.
“I have a stocking that needs stuffing.” She parted her legs even further and arched an eyebrow at him.
A woman who was not only beautiful and sexy, but also had a sense of humor. “I just happen to be one of Santa’s helpers.” With that, he took his cock in hand.
Chapter 3
Had sex always been this good, and she just didn’t remember? It had been a while since Ginny had been with a man, but if anyone had ever made her come the way Lex had, she couldn’t remember it.
And now, he had his cock firmly grasped in his hand, all ten inches of him thick, hard, and ready.
In fact, she’d never seen such an appealing cock before. He’d tasted her, wasn’t turnabout fair play?
She ran her tongue over her lips and looked at him. “Let me give you a little lubrication first.”
She watched his throat work as he swallowed. “Only if you wish to, my angel.”
She rose up slightly, arranging herself at eye level with his erection. “Oh, I wish to.” She ran her tongue over the tip of him, taking the tiny drop of moisture. “I wish to very much.”
She licked him like a lollipop, tasting the salty tang of him. Bracing herself on the table with one hand, she cradled his balls in the other, feeling their weight against her palm. Wetness ran down her thighs, and she knew they would both come if she kept it up much longer, but she didn’t care. Not when the feel of his cock inside her mouth was so right, as if she’d been made to give him this particular pleasure.
He twined his fingers through her hair and thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, the crown of his cock rubbing against her eager tongue with every stroke. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, and knew that any minute, he would find his release.
“No more.” He pushed her back gently. “Not that it isn’t simply wonderful, but I want to make proper love to you tonight, and if you continue with that lovely mouth of yours…”
She exhaled, lying back on the table. “If you insist.”
“I do…” He took his cock in hand and slowly guided himself inside her, entering her balls’ deep with one smooth thrust. “Insist,” he finished, breathless.
The feeling of his cock stretching her, forcing her body to accommodate to his size, was enough to prime her for an orgasmic spiral. But then he slowly withdrew, brushing against the super-sensitive spot on her upper wall, and she knew she was going to come again, and soon.
She reached down and placed her hand where their bodies fused, alternately rubbing her clit and stroking his cock between the V of her fingers. His thrusts increased, speeding up until he was pounding into her with a force that no human male could muster.
There was sex, and then there was vampire sex. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to return to the mortal variety again.
He paused long enough to put his hands beneath her backside and lift her hips, giving him better access to her already drenched pussy. From that angle he could thrust deeper, rubbing his body against her clit with every stroke.
She climbed higher, each thrust carrying her closer to oblivion. When he slowed to an almost painful level of delicacy, his cock barely gliding in and out of her, she tumbled over the edge. Her orgasm swept her away like a midnight rider. She felt him join her, the hot jets of his come filling her in wave after wave.
“Bite me.” She couldn’t believe she was saying those words, but there they were.
Lex looked at her, his eyes wild and glassy. “Excuse me?”
“Bite me.” She turned her head, offering him her neck. “Don’t turn me into a vampire or anything, but take a drink from me. If giving you my blood will give you half the pleasure you’ve given me, I would be honored to share it with you.”
He looked as if he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard.
“Do it.” She wiggled, feeling his semi-hard cock still inside her. “You promised me some holiday excitement, didn’t you?”
At those words, he smiled, his fangs fully ejected. “When you put it like that…”
She giggled, even as he lunged over her, sinking his fangs into her neck.
Then an unexpected thing happened. With each draught of her blood, he grew harder, until he was once again fully erect. He began to thrust in time with each pull of his lips, until she was caught in an endless loop of being fed upon and being brought to one shattering orgasm after another. His bite seemed to fuel her body’s responses, to accelerate them to light sp
eed.
He pulled his fangs from her neck and she winced.
He climbed down from the table and moved to the end of it. Lex grabbed her legs and pulled her down until her legs dangled from the end.
“Look at me.” His voice, suddenly a throaty growl, rolled over her skin like a hand.
“I plan to enjoy every inch of you.” He looked at her, lust darkening his gaze. He took her legs and hooked her knees over his elbows, spreading her wide.
“I want you to feel me.” He teased the edge of her entrance with the tip of his cock. “I want you to feel me so deeply inside you that you cannot tell where I end and you begin.” With those words, he slammed his cock into her.
She moaned beneath him, feeling the hard length of him buried as far inside her as it could go. When he pulled back out only to pound back into her, her inner walls began to tighten around him, adding more friction to every thrust.
He used the space between them to run his hands over her body, roaming it with abandon. He plumped her breasts with his hands, cupping them and stroking her nipples with his thumbs before wandering lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and further down to her mound.
His thrusts increased and her hips rose and fell to meet his, her tight pussy milking his cock with every movement. Just as her orgasm began to build, right before the point of no return, he bent down and sank his fangs into the soft flesh above her left breast and drank, sending them both into a heated spiral of release.
They both came until they couldn’t take the pleasure anymore.
* * *
“What just happened here?” Ginny sat up on the edge of the table. Lex took a seat beside her and draped his arm over her shoulders, exhaling.
“I think we made a little holiday magic all our own.” He smiled down at her.
“Do you think it was a mistake?” She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say. How could they have anything in common? How could this be anything more than one wild night of ecstasy, a memory to cherish someday, but nothing to hold onto?
“No.” He ran his hand over her hair. “I think it was destiny.”
She knew then that she’d wanted to hear those very words from him, to know that it wasn’t necessarily over before it began. “Where do we go from here?”
“We get dressed.” He hopped down from the table and offered her his hand. “Then we make plans.”
She slid down from the table. “Plans for what?”
“What are you doing Christmas Eve?” He handed her the clothing she’d shed in such haste earlier.
“Feeding my goldfish and watching It’s A Wonderful Life.” She snorted.
“I think I can come up with a better offer.” He tugged his cords up his narrow hips. “You and I should find a tree and trim it. I will tell you old Russian tales of Father Winter…”
“I’ll drink eggnog and you’ll drink blood,” she answered.
“As long as it’s your blood.” He gave her a wicked smile. “I think this could be the start of something very special.”
Happiness soared inside Ginny’s heart. Maybe there was a Santa Claus, after all.
Epilogue
“I count tonight as a blazing success.” Santa settled back into his easy chair in front of the fire.
“As do I.” The Hanukkah Fairy snapped her fingers, conjuring a crystal ball from mid-air. “What about these two?” She gazed into the floating orb, watching Ginny and Lex strolling hand and hand beneath the stars through a Christmas tree lot.
“I think the Wildest Dreams potion did its work.” Santa puffed on his pipe. “They both just needed a nudge, and when Ginny ate the candy, it seemed to trigger a little something inside her destined mate as well, even though vampires are immune to our potions.”
“It got her to take a chance on a man she’d never considered otherwise.” Naomi smiled. “All in a night’s work, my old friend.”
“Happy Hanukkah!” Santa lifted his eggnog cup in a toast.
“Merry Christmas!” The Hanukkah Fairy did the same to him.
Somewhere, there were two less lonely souls in the world.
And to all, a good night.
Alecia Monaco
Alecia Monaco lives in a Gothic castle on the top of a remote mountain, where she’s served by her retinue of vampire love slaves and…
Oh, whatever. Alecia actually resides rather happily in Houston with her family and her three furry daughters (one feline, two canine.) She manages to live out her wildest fantasies of sexy night creatures in her fiction, and hopes her stories have fulfilled a few of your fantasies as well.
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