Chapter 14
Tex
My cock was about to explode out of my Santa costume.
I surprised Chloe with more than just the hat.
I still had the whole costume at my house.
Rod’s days of playing dress-up were likely done, and I figured I’d be the one keeping the sleigh ride business afloat going forward.
It was Rod’s only source of income other than his social security check, and he liked to generate extra cash around the holidays so he could be generous to others. He always went big on the gifts.
It hurt that I wasn’t going to spend Christmas with him tomorrow unless I snowmobiled out there. But would Chloe be willing to go with me? It would be a long, cold journey to see a man she didn’t even know. But I wouldn’t feel right leaving her behind.
But I couldn’t dwell on any of that too much. Not after she came into the bedroom, revealing her costume to me.
Those candy cane socks were back on her legs, and my cock inched up even higher at the sight of her. She was all tits and ass. Curves and cushion.
I liked a woman with some extra meat on her bones, and Chloe had a lot of extra meat.
This had been the inevitable outcome, and we’d both known it from the start.
There’d been a wildfire going between us ever since we first met. And I got the feeling that nothing in this universe could keep us away from each other.
It was strange, but I’d never wanted to sleep with a woman as badly as I wanted to sleep with Chloe.
What I really wanted to do was keep her out here forever. She could just walk away from that other life she’d been trying to build and join me in mine. I had everything we needed right here in this cabin.
I could take care of you. I could love you the way you deserve to be loved.
But it didn’t feel right to say that. Not when we’d just met. And not after what happened with Tiffany. I’d learned not to make assumptions.
Chances were this was just a case of two lonely people feeling horny and reckless.
But I’d take whatever I could get from her. A lifetime commitment, or one night in her treasure cave.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I knew what women typically wanted. So I patted my lap, beckoning her to come sit on it.
She sat down and straddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Santa wants to know. Have you been a good girl this year?”
Chloe shook her head and whispered, “I’ve been a good elf.”
“I’m going to need you to prove that,” I said as I raked my hands across her curves.
The elf costume had seemed like a good idea, but I didn’t know how I was going to get her out of it.
I spotted a bow at the top of the bodice and tugged the ends, loosening the ribbon until her gorgeous breasts spilled out. I caught them with my hands.
Her tits were even more magnificent than I’d imagined, and my cock inched up even further, begging for release.
I kissed them, burying my face in her chest until she was gasping and her nipples stood firmly at attention.
She ground her hips against me until we were both worked up to a fever pitch. Chloe had a look on her face like she’d been carried away in bliss.
There was something pure and almost innocent about the look on her face.
I’d thought we were about to fuck hard, but seeing her now, I realized we weren’t. We were going to make love to each other.
I picked her up, then deposited her on my bed. Then I parted her legs and sunk down to my knees, burying my face between her candy cane thighs.
She moaned and gently pulsed her hips towards me, opening herself to me.
I liked how open she was. It was as though we’d done this a thousand times before. As though I’d get to do it a thousand times in the future.
Chloe wasn’t shy or holding herself back. She was sharing her body with me like a gift.
My true Christmas gift.
I groaned as I lapped her pussy, my need getting stronger every second I delayed. I needed to be inside her. But first, she was going to come for me.
Nibbling on her thighs for a moment, I rumbled, “Come for Santa. Santa wants to fuck his good little girl, but he can’t do that until she comes. Come for me, Chloe.”
Then I sucked the tiny nub of her clit into my mouth, rubbing my tongue against it until her tiny pulses turned into a wild bucking ride and she cried out. Her pretty voice carried through the cabin, loud and clear as she came for me.
With her pussy still fluttering, I tugged down the front of my Santa pants and crawled on top of her.
I needed to be inside her.
Now.
My cock grazed against her pussy, a quick greeting, while I met her eyes.
She was looking back at me, wide-eyed and breathless, silent as I shifted my hips enough to split her pussy lips with my tip.
Chloe was wet for me, and all I wanted to do was plunge inside her as fast as I could. But something made me go slow. So I teased her, inching in a little bit at a time.
Her eyes were locked on mine, and I couldn’t read her expression other than to know that she wanted me… wanted to join with me.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grunted and gave her one good, strong thrust, burying myself all the way inside her.
She yelped when I did that.
“You all right?”
Chloe nodded. “Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
I’d been told my cock was on the bigger side, and it might have been that she wasn’t used to a man of my size. So I went gingerly with her at first, warming her up like she was a virgin instead of a grown-ass woman.
I slid out, and then in… small movements at first. Longer with each stroke, until that slightly fearful glint left her eyes, and the lusty ecstatic look came back.
She wrapped around me like a glove, practically pulling the come out of me. But I wasn’t going to let myself come until she’d had another orgasm. So I fought back against my need for release, slowing every time I felt the urge overcome me again.
And then it was like we found a rhythm.
This wasn’t just about sex. This was about something more.
We were connecting, becoming one.
My heart opened towards her, and then we were two creatures, bound together. I kissed her simultaneously with both my mouth and my cock.
Making love to her felt right.
After a while, I felt her clutching the back of my Santa jacket, her hips no longer moving in tandem with mine, her whole body tense. She was coming again. Coming for me.
Her pussy tightened around me, then exploded in a series of flutters as she cried out.
I grunted along with her as I felt myself getting closer, closer, closer.
And then all I could do was groan and thrust into her as hard and fast as possible. A primal instinct took over, and then I was releasing, my come shooting hot and hard.
In that moment, I only had one directive… to give her a baby. Us a baby.
I collapsed on top of her, shuddering and out of breath.
When I could finally talk again I hoarsely said, “I think I love you.”
The words spilled out of me before I could edit them away.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Quickly I backpedaled. “Sorry, that was weird. Forget I said that. You made me lose my mind, woman.”
All I could think about was Tiffany. And how that had ended up.
And here I was coming in hot and fast all over again.
This is why I don’t date women.
I pulled out, dropping my eyes away from hers.
Chloe grabbed my arm. “Tex, I think that was sweet.”
Furrowing my brow, I grumbled, “The fucking?”
“No, what you said. No one has ever told me they loved me before, except my ex. And I suspect that he said it as a controlling tactic.”
We’d both been bruised by love before. But that didn’t mean we shouldn’t try again with each other. And it seemed like Chloe might be open to that.
My heart grew warm and soft all at the same time. I hugged her and pulled her into a cuddle with me.
Then I said, “It sucks that your ex was such an ass. I guess the only saving grace is that you didn’t have kids with him.”
She flushed pink and started stammering.
I watched her for a minute while she worked to compose herself.
It was unclear what I’d said that had set her off, and I stared at her curiously. I still had the warm afterglow of sex running through my body, but poor Chloe was getting tense. It was in sharp contrast to how relaxed I felt right now.