"I thought you might be able to help me."
"What is it, Son?"
Christopher thought for a moment before he replied, trying to think of the best way to phrase his next words and not sound like a complete idiot. “Okay, here goes. There is this woman..."
His mother broke into his conversation with an excited squeal. “Ah, Son, you finally met someone."
"In a way, yes."
"I am sorry to have interrupted; go ahead and finish telling your old mother all about her."
"This might sound strange, but here goes. She was brought in yesterday after having a motorcycle accident. The moment I started to examine her, the right side of my behind started to burn and itch.” He took a deep cleansing breath then continued. “Today, she ... by the way her name is Candi Kane."
"Well Merry Christmas and color your father and I happy, what a perfect name. Oops. Ah ... sorry, Son, I did it again. I swear this will be the last time."
"That's okay, Mom. The name is unusual to say the least. Anyway, just now, I found her and Janice taking a gander at her backside. Mom, you are not going to believe this ... she has a tattoo of Santa Claus on her right butt cheek and I found one of Mrs. Claus on mine. And on my tattoo the resemblance to Candi's face is uncanny."
"Does the one on Candi's behind look like your face?"
In a single strand sentence, Christopher quickly relayed his feeling. He was afraid if he didn't get them out fast, he would lose his nerve. “Yep. I am hoping Janice didn't pick up on that. Mom, I am confused and at my wits end here. What does it all mean? What is going on here?"
"Son, son, this is all natural. Now listen.” Her gentle voice soothed and caused his breathing to return to a more normal rate. “This seems to be something that runs in the family."
"What do you mean?” He knew he would regret asking, yet he had to know everything he was dealing with.
"It happened with your dad and me, too. You should see the cute tattoos we got right after we met. Your dad has Donner and I have Vixen. It still looks great on your dad's behind. All brightly colored and his tight—"
This time it was Christopher who interrupted. “Whoa ... mom ... TMI. I get the picture, no more needs to be said on that subject."
Now that image was burned into his brain. Holy hell, how did one cleanse his mind of that mental image?
"Let me sum it up this way, Son. Candi is your true mate, your wife to be. The tattoo is our calling card to marriage. It is the way it is, plain and simple."
"How can that be? What if this is a mistake?” His voice was hoarse and his throat started to tighten again. Point blank, he was a little nervous and excited at the same time.
"Son, listen to me. This is foolproof. The attraction between you two will keep getting stronger and stronger. You can't stop it. As for the itching and burning, here is my best advice: Got an itch, scratch it."
"Mom!"
"Christopher Kringle, stop being such a prude. How in the world do you think your father and I had you for heaven sakes?"
"I understand the birds and the bees, Mom. I don't want to be reminded my parents had sex."
"What do you mean had? We're still going strong."
"Mom! Enough with the sex talk. You got your point across and I understand better what I am dealing with. I need some time to think this out and get a plan of action."
"I understand, Son. You always were the strategist.
"Hugs and kisses, Son. Everything will work out fine, you'll see. I'm off to see how the Elves are getting along with the newest toy orders."
"I love you too, Mom. Talk to you soon.” Christopher snapped his cell phone closed a little too hard.
Crap ... What was he going to do now? It wasn't like he didn't find Candi sexy. Hell, every time he thought about her, he got a hard-on. His body definitely liked her. He was completely past the benchmark of frustrated and well on his way to insanity at this point. He would limit his contact with her until he knew better how to deal with all his jumbled emotions. The consuming hard-on was not going away. Time to get your act together, Christopher Kringle and bite the bullet.
Before he did anything though, he needed to relieve some sexual tension. His stiff erection was butted up tightly against his zipper and he couldn't think in that condition—one of intense sexual frustration and desire to explode any minute, physically and mentally. It was time to take matters into his own hands, or Candi would find herself fucked in more ways than one.
Heading back to his bathroom, he quickly stripped his clothes off and turned the shower on full blast. Within minutes, a cloud of steam invaded the bathroom, soothing his frazzled nerves. He was starting to feel better already.
Stepping into the shower, he let the spray of warm relaxing water work its way from the top of his head, drowning his skin all the way to his toes. The muscles in his body softened and relaxed, but not his damn overactive cock. That was still as heavy and hard as before.
Reaching over and taking a bottle of liquid soap off the wall shelf, Christopher poured a generous amount in the palm of his hand and soaped up his body, paying special attention to his agitated and stiff member. Using his tightly fisted hand, slippery with soap, he worked it up and down his sex, stopping from time to time, to run the pad of his thumb over the swollen head. He watched his hand pleasuring himself, imaging it was Candi's tight moist pussy clenched firmly around it, sucking it in and out of her wet heat. Her inner muscles would flutter and grip his cock in a rhythm that matched his pumping fist.
Beads of pre-cum pooled at the head of his cock. He tried conjuring up what Candi's moans and whimpers of sexual arousal would sound like, hot and needy, close to his ear as he worked his hips, grinding them against her clit. Holy hell, he was coming. Streams of pearly white rope covered his fist, overflowing to the floor of the shower, washing down the drain, like the tension of his body.
If he came this hard without even being inside her luscious pussy, what would his body do when he sank balls deep? Thinking over that idea was very appealing to Christopher, a smile of satisfaction caused his lips to crease into a lecherous grin. Very appealing indeed.
Chapter Six
Candi thought back over the events that had happened the past week while helping in the clinic. She was up walking on crutches and helping Janice with paperwork and booking patients. Stir crazy had become her motto and Janice was the one that came up with the idea of her helping around the clinic where she could. For the first time in a long time, Candi felt useful and wanted. Janice had become a wonderful confidant and friend.
Her father called her daily, always telling her he loved and missed her, asking her when she would be coming home. She told him soon and left it at that.
Candi was still waiting for an insurance check to be sent to her to cover her totaled motorcycle and medical expenses. When she got that, she could purchase another bike and return home.
Did she really want to go home? The thought of leaving this wonderful town left her heart heavy. In the short time she had started interacting with the people who came into the clinic, she grown to really care for them. They made her feel welcome and at home. No wonder Christopher decided to settle in Wadeville. The town's people would stop in and chat with Candi even when they didn't have appointments. They were truly concerned and cared about her. Their loving attention affected her beyond words.
There were always goodies or treats brought in from the patients just for her. Today it was chocolate chip cookies. Yesterday it was a pan full of fudge. Their generosity was genuine and humbling, touching her heart in ways she could not explain, but felt deeply.
These homemade treats never failed to reel Christopher in. Candi purposely would put the sweets next to her so he would have to brush up against her or bend close to her to snatch one. That seemed the only way to get him to come near her.
His presence felt so right, so perfect. Her feelings toward him had skyrocketed in a short time, making her more aware of him as a red-blooded man. The man had completely dom
inated her thoughts and dreams of late. She reached out and snapped up her sixth cookie today, shutting her eyes for a moment. She moaned in pure bliss as the chocolate chips melted, flooding her mouth with their sweet richness. These really were the best chocolate chip cookies she'd ever eaten.
The sexual tension between her and Christopher was thick enough she could cut it with a knife. Though they were in the same building, she hardly saw him—unless it was for cookies, treats or patient's charts—and they spoke infrequently.
Everything was healing nicely and the damn tattoo had stopped burning. In its place was an intense sexual arousal every time Christopher walked into a room she occupied. Hell, even his sexy voice could get her wetter than a sponge dipped in water. Whenever they did see one another or happened to brush by each other, her knees grew weak and her nipples hardened to diamond tips, threatening to drill a hole in her bra. She had as much control over her body as she did breathing, which meant—zilch.
Conversation between them went like this, as she thought back over the past week. “Good morning Doctor Kringle.” She always kept her response professional when they were out front before the clients, tone light and happy. What she got in return were one-syllable words, with an unmistakably gruff tone to them.
Nice ... real nice, just what every woman looks forward to hearing early in the morning and most of the day to boot—great ego booster.
If she was lucky she might see his stiff façade crack the ends of his mouth turning it up into, unbelievably ... a half-assed smile. Whoopee! If she hadn't felt such strong feelings for him, wanting him, having totally obscene thoughts of ravishing every part of his body until he yelled her name, she would have told him to kiss her ass.
Hey, that wasn't such a bad idea. She couldn't stop herself from giggling out loud. What woman wouldn't like some attention to her luscious behind? Hers seemed to have been the root of all her problems. Thank goodness that had changed, yet the burning below was getting harder to deny, stretching her already tattered nerves even more.
"Morning,” was the cranky doc's typical reply. It drove her close to screaming in frustration. What girl wanted to put up with that crap? One morning she didn't even get a reply; only a, “huh".
It seemed he was getting crankier with each passing day. She could tell by his haggard face, he was getting little sleep. That was something they definitely had in common: no sleep.
Candi spent nights tossing and turning, thinking about what his body would feel like pressed close to hers, covering and dominating her completely. She hoped he was suffering as much as she was.
Even with those short, terse single words, her body drew up tight and achy like a traitor. A sexual battle of mind over body was being waged and it wasn't hard to tell which one was winning—her over sexed body! It is as if Christopher and I are playing this perverse mating ritual, seeing who can last the longest and I know I'm going to lose this round.
Then there were those lingering, sexually intense looks Candi would catch him giving her throughout the day. Again, her damn body would go into overdrive and she would find herself clenching her legs together to try and calm the throbbing twinges deep within her sex; wanting to pinch her nipples to satisfy overwhelming wanton desires threatening her very sanity.
The attraction grew each day they were in sniffing distance. One minute she wanted to reach out and brush back the wayward lock of hair off his frowning forehead. The next, she wanted to yell in frustration. Her emotions ran hot and cold, but her body was constantly overheated and ready to be consumed by his.
When he strolled by her during different times of the day, his unique scent smelled as if he had rolled in a heady, earthy scent. It filled her senses; coating them with a special smell she would associate with him as long as she lived.
The nights here were the worst. She had spent more than one lonely night working off the sexual tension by masturbating. She'd image Christopher's hands roaming over the dips and curves of her body, touching, squeezing, and stroking her until she screamed her pleasure.
Her hand between her legs became his wicked tongue licking and sucking her swollen clit, giving it deep, wet, open-mouthed kisses. She would grind her pussy against his face, working her clit deeper between his warm lips and heated mouth. Candi would cry out as her orgasm flowed through her body, leaving her twitching and shaking. Each time she masturbated, her orgasm seemed to grow stronger, more intense. She would find herself staring at Christopher's lips, as he talked, thinking of them all over her body, working her into a carnal delirium.
The fantasizing spilled over into most of her waking hours. Wake up girlfriend, he is avoiding you like the plague. Time for a reality check!
If she didn't know better, she would think she had fallen head over heels for Christopher. Would he be like every other man that had been in her life—with the exception her father—leaving her and breaking her heart?
* * * *
Sounds of whimpering and soulful moans woke Christopher. Afraid Candi was in pain or distressed, he quickly slipped his robe over his naked body and made his way downstairs to her room.
What greeted him was not what he expected.
Candi was lying on the top of the bed, the covers bunched around her ankles. She was completely naked except for her tiny silk undies, dangling and caught around her bulky cast. Her knees were bent down upon the mattress, opening her sex to his view. Her sex ... a shiny, deep, blushing pink, looked swollen and ripe.
Silky long strands of blond hair whipped wildly about her face and neck as her head thrashed from side to side, grinding back into the pillow, exposing the fine lines of her throat. Her back was stiff and arched much like a tightly strung bow.
She had two fingers sunk deep inside her wetness. He could hear the sucking wet sounds of her thrusting fingers as they worked in and out of her dew-lined sheath. The smell of her excitement was heady; it went straight to his hard cock, like a whiff of fresh air filtering into his nose and down throughout his body. He never smelled anything so delicious or had ever wanted anyone as badly as he did Candi right this moment.
He hungered to lick her sex clean knowing it wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough.
He knew that now. She was thoroughly ingrained in every pore of his body.
She was absolutely beautiful in her sexual freedom, pleasuring herself, loving her body. His mouth watered as he drank in her lustful appearance; her hips now rocking and thrusting to the tempo of her fingers, a carnal dance amid the twisted sheets.
Watching her was uncontrollably arousing. She had gotten under his skin without him realizing it. She had become a drug he now knew he could never live without, not even for another moment. This must be how a drug addict felt, cravings that couldn't be denied, that clawed at their insides. Only it was his insides that felt torn up and needy and his fix was Candi. He had to get the taste and feel of her body into him. His body had known that she was for him.
His heart knew what his body had all along, they were meant for each other. Soulmates. At that thought, his heart rate accelerated dramatically and his palms began to sweat.
* * * *
Rapture drifted along the Candi's body, her impending orgasm tightening her stomach. Her shoulders arched and lifted her head up off the mattress as her orgasm washed in quivering waves through her body. The loud cry of her fulfillment echoed around the room and was music to his ears.
Finally it registered in Candi's orgasm fogged brain that Christopher was truly standing not only in her room, but practically on top of her and heavily aroused. His well-endowed sex thrust out from a curly bed of black hair tightly nestled at his groin. His robe slithered down his muscled shoulders and broad back, sliding onto the floor as he approached the bed. Playing innocent wouldn't have done her any good at this point; he'd caught her red-handed pleasuring herself.
The hungry look of “male interested” was undeniable. He wanted her with his whole being. Her body called to his and she opened her arms wide in offe
ring. Christopher didn't need any further encouragement, slipping down onto the bed.
Chapter Seven
She let her eyes roam freely over his muscled physique. A shaft of moonlight streaked through the blinds, falling across the top of his head, setting off blue highlights in his raven black hair, making the gray of his eyes even paler within the darkness of his shadowed skin. He looked like a pirate about to plunder his booty, taking what he wanted and that was fine with Candi. She liked a firm hand when it came to sex. She might seem dainty and petite, but she wanted to be taken and ridden hard. Passionate yells from him would be what she desired, sounds of totally and unequivocal fulfillment wrapping around her, taking her over the edge of completeness.
More than likely, she might shock the hell out of Christopher when he found out she was kind of kinky, wanting her sex a tad bit rough. For some reason, maybe her small size, people considered her delicate and sweet in bed—Wrong!
She watched the play of muscles caged under smooth flesh that ran along the length of his big body. They rippled and pulled as he shifted in the bed, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her against the hard length of his body. It was like a live blanket warmly engulfing her.
The feel of his swollen cock pressing against her stomach, made her pussy clench in eagerness. What would it feel like, Christopher sunk deep within the walls of her sex, parting her slow and sure, stretching her to the limit with a little pain mingled inside the bounds of pleasure. The very thought of him covering her body with his, working his cock inch by thick inch, deep between her legs, caused her to squirm and moisture to gather thick and creamy upon the curls of her mons and between her legs. This was the first time she could recall being so wet that her arousal coated her sex and inner thighs.
He broke the silence by growling close to her ear. “God, I could smell you from across the room, up close it's even better. I want to taste you, lick you, eat you."
His growled confession made Candi whimper as her body ratcheted up even tighter with expectancy. Sharp threads of awareness wove through her, in a downward path to her dripping sex. Her excitement was becoming almost painful to bear. She just had a mind-blowing orgasm, and yet she was even more aroused than before.
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