PrefaceFeeling in the holiday spirit, Darina dresses up like a naughty little reindeer and waits for Jay to come home to find his Christmas present
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Jay Stuffs Darina's StockingsJaidyn came inside the cabin with a huff, throwing his coat and shirt down as he shook off the cold. He strolled inside and his eyes drifted down to someone laying out on the rug rather colorfully and a slow smile spread over his lips seeing his woman looking rather festive. So why waste time? He slid down to the rug and snuggled up tight against her. "Mmm... Hello, Christmas girl."
Darina kissed you back with more passion than she'd remembered in quite a long time, the sweet peppermint taste clinging to her lips and tongue spreading with the swirl of your own tongue dancing about in her mouth. A groan traveled into that kiss from her throat, her backside starting to move and slide over your lap as it pressed in harder from behind. Darina's eyes turned down some and she bit her lip as you reminded her she'd been asked to wear nothing but stockings tonight, but she just couldn't resist wearing something festive to surprise you. Then she heard you chuckling and she just stared at you for a few lingering seconds until the corners of her own mouth turned up into a small grin, realizing you weren't actually angry, but--dare she say?--pleased. "I, um... I just thought this would be a fun surprise. Something festive for the holidays." Her cheeks reddened, almost matching her jammies. "I hope you don't mind."
What ever the reason, Darina was embracing it and accepting it as her own Christmas gift from you, even if you never said as much--even if it didn't last beyond tonight. It almost broke her heart, though, to see you like this, knowing you had the capacity to be tender, but chose to be such an arrogant, pompous jerk the majority of the time. It was bittersweet to see you actually...happy tonight. And yet, at the same time, it made her heart swell to know that she could be the one to bring you even fleeting joy. Smirking at your words--knowing they were half true, because you would always be Jaidyn no matter what--she threaded her fingers with your own as you clasped her hand and drew them to her lips, her head facing away from you with your own resting just at the crook of her neck. One at a time, she kissed those fingers, slowly, deliberately, taking the index as she reached it and tracing the tip over her soft, full lips before pressing a kiss to it, as well. With your hand still holding hers, she let your arm drop and drew it in under her breast, guiding you to hold her in your embrace. "I suppose that would be better than getting coal in my stocking, Santa."
Darina came very close to correcting you. She'd compared -you- to coal, and somehow you ended up comparing her into being made from coal to a diamond. But she bit back her comments, keeping them to herself for fear of your ire and ruining what was the most perfect night with you ever to date. Still, the comment stung a bit, as though she weren't already a diamond in your eyes, and she deflated some. Darina let it go, chalking it up as your nature to insult rather than praise, seemingly even when you weren't trying to. She put on a smile, looking back into your eyes as you stared down at her. "Well, you certainly do put on the pressure. But if I'll become a diamond in your eyes because of it, then I'll endure."
Jaidyn lifted a brow as his hand slipped down your stocking-clad leg, lifting it just to let his body slide between your legs a little bit further. He seemed ignorant of the mental battle in your head, so he didn't address it, but he did reply, "Maybe it just takes enough pressure to finally see what's worth keeping...and still wanting it even if you only ever find fool's gold." Fuck, he was not romantic like Z. How in the hell did his alpha even do this while keeping some control over his girls? It was something he wasn't quite ready for. But then again, you didn't want him because he was like Zuriel. You wanted the challenge, the danger of him, even if he was being rather or trying to be rather affectionate tonight.
Darina's eyes drifted from yours for a fleeting moment just to watch your hand slip up over her leg, drawing it along side your body to touch and caress. Then she looked back at you, her lips curled in a rarely-seen smile for you. Usually it was either pursed in an 'O' from her moaning or stuffed full of your cock. Against her better judgment, still walking that mental tightrope of what was or wasn't safe to say around you, she braced herself, wanting to communicate with you more, still trying to figure out just what makes you tick. "So you're saying if I can take the pressure without cracking--instead, turning into a diamond--then I'll be worth keeping?" As your hand slid to her hip, she kept her leg draped over yours, gently pulling it forward to squeeze her calf against your ass and at the same time lifting her hips up to grind her pantie-clad pussy against the front of your pants. "Because if that's the case, I will endure all the pressure I can possibly handle."
Darina's smile slipped and her face even went a little pale hearing you describe what could have been her fate--hell, could still BE her fate if you ever tired of her or she pushed you too far with her defiance. But deep down she didn't believe you would ever to that--not to her, anyhow. Other women, though... She closed her eyes and shook her head, not wanting to even think about it. She hadn't even realized she'd closed her eyes until she found herself again staring deep into your golden gaze. She always felt almost like she was being hypnotized when she stared into them for long periods...like you were casting some spell on her. But it wasn't your eyes; it was just you that enchanted her for some unfathomable reason. Hearing you talk about women ruling the world had her brows furrowing in confusion. How the hell she could keep any man from trampling her, let alone you, was beyond her comprehension. She opened her mouth to ask what you meant, but stopped when your hand snaked into her jacket, slipping her arm free, the other side caught in your teeth, making her swallow hard with a little tremor quaking her limbs. Hearing you talk of Zuriel was still strange to her. Though she was no longer with him, a part of her would always love him, and she felt as the head of the house--of the pack--she owed him her loyalty and respect, but she dared not speak of it to you. Instead, laying back on the rugs now that you'd stripped her of her jacket, she braved asking you, "What do you mean, woman could rule the world? I don't understand how. We're the weaker sex. Physically, anyhow."
Jaidyn wasn't about to waste his Christmas gift time talking about how women could hold the power. Not that they wouldn't want a man to bend them over any longer, but they would only allow it to happen with their control. But, again, that was furthest thing from his mind, so he leaned down and hooked your pajama top with his teeth. A lift of his head pulled your top down exposing your nipples to the warm cabin air before his lips clasped hungrily over one bud and suckled firmly. Pulling it between his lips tight, he flicked just the tip of it with his tongue behind his lips while his hand skated up your hip and his thumb hooked into the side of your panties. "Mmnnmm... If you don't know, I'm not telling you,. I like my bitches cowering in fear of what I might do." Teeth pinched suddenly around your swollen bud, tugging until the flesh popped free of his teeth's clasp only to fall from his mouth. His tongue slithered out, dancing, rolling, and flicking over the exposed bud before he eased up and blew a cooling breath over wet skin to watch it dimple and harden more from his assault and tease. "Even if you knew, would you get wet for anyone else like you do for me?"
A confused look crossed Darina's features as you smirked at her question, dipping your head down to her chest instead of answering her at first. The slight graze of teeth over the soft skin on her chest left her gasping softly, her eyes locked on watching you strip her top down over her breasts until it nestled just under the full orbs. The sudden and unexpected erotic action left her nipples already budding and begging for attention, so when your lips clasped around one of them, a flash of heat shot between her legs, leaving her writhing and squirming under you. Darina's hand went to the back of your head just to feel you there at her breast. The pinch of teeth drew a small cry from her lips and her fingers curled in your hair, stroking, grasping, pulling at it in her lust. She didn't even acknowledge your reply--or lack thereof, rather. Instead, she groaned at the heat of your wet tongue curling around her nipple only for it to be chilled by the stream of air you blew across it. Her whole breast seemed to rise to that point like a beacon, the nipple puckered so tight the skin around it dimpled. Her hand slipped from your hair to your cheek, and she looked back at you as you spoke to her, replying, "No one has ever gotten me wet like you do, Jay, nor will they ever. You are..." She paused, not sure really what to say, and rephrased, "I am yours...for as long as you'll have me."
Jaidyn grinned around his nibbling lips taking those buds from bottom to tips, his tongue laving up and down one nipple at a time still caught between his lips, not pausing, not caring that you were crying out for him both with your words and with every shift and slide of those delicious legs. He popped free with a gasp, wobbling his fingers up and down your nipples so they stumbled off his digits dancing up and down. "Get up and crawl to me on your knees, reindeer bitch..." He lifted suddenly, getting to his feet before strolling to the table by the tree. After all, why not enjoy his present properly, right where Santa could be witness, at least in spirit. As he walked to the table and turned, he dropped his pants, stepping from them so you had to crawl over them before reaching him leaning against the table's edge with his thick meat hanging and a look of anticipation and cool resolve on his face. "Bring my cookie here, or Santa might have to get the reindeer reins and put a bit in your mouth."
Darina was looking right at your cock, already salivating at the idea of getting her lips around it, even watching your hand guide her own to wrap around the semi-hard girth so she could start to stroke you. Transfixed by the sight, she licked her lips, but the warmth of your hand on her cheek drew her attention upwards to your eyes. You could almost see the disappointment on her features when you told her not to suck it, but she nodded chewing on her lip and worked her fingers from base to tip, leaning in to at the very least press her soft lips to the head for a kiss. Unable to help herself, she licked her tongue over it, a dribble of precum slathering her taste buds, and she pulled back with a groan, the tempo of her pumping hand picking up in her excitement. She tightly gripped the base, using quick, short strokes so she could lean in again and brush her lips up and down the top half, like warm, velvety soft rose petals being rubbed over your skin. As she continued to do this, pivoting her head side to side along the length of your shaft, she turned her eyes to look up at you watching her under your now fully erect cock. Smirking, she teased, "Is Santa going to stuff my stocking tonight?"
It was so fucking hard for her not to just take you in her mouth and suck that pole like a giant candy cane. Her hand gripped firmly, stroking up and down the length, and she would dip in now and then to kiss the tip or run her tongue along the sides (hey, you said no sucking...you didn't say anything about licking), even dipping down to your balls a couple of times to brush her lips and tongue over them as well. If her mouth wasn't on them, she slipped her free hand to toy with them, and though her right arm was growing tired, she kept stroking the full length of your cock, slipping her hand over the head when she reached the tip, then drawing it back down the length, squeezing her thumb along the thick vein underneath to apply pressure throughout her strokes. She could feel you hot and hard and throbbing in her hand and it was damn near driving her crazy with need, but she held her tongue, being a good girl tonight, and slipped underneath it to look at you with your bouncing cock head poised right over her lips so she could watch you watching her kissing the tip. Keeping her lips pressed against it as she slowed her hand just to keep the tip of your cock pressed to her lips, she grinned and dared another lick right along the rim of the head.
Jaidyn matched your body trying to level back into him with his hips jamming in reverse as hard as he could muster, popping your little spread pussy with the rutting shoves taking your ass like a basketball being driven down court on a wild drive. His hunger kept your breasts wobbling from heated impact drilling that cunt with so much heat that it felt like he was searing your insides. Only flowing juices kept his swelling shaft from starting a real fire between your legs, slippery juices giving him all the lubrication he needed to wail that cunt like he was trying to hurt it so damn good you would remember this all Christmas day. The only problem was that you felt so fucking good that soon he was breathing hoarse and ragged, his shaft swelling so fucking tight he had to force it deeper through the ring inside your tunnel opening up to his cock slamming your body's defenses aside. But when he jerked back, a jet of precum splurted inside your tight hole so keenly that even he gasped and rocked upwards to try and change the sensation building in his balls. "Oh fuckmothergoddamnwhythehell?!?" He was right fucking there in moments, his strained cock pulsing between your walls that were being throbbed wider from the girth of him growing with each heartbeat. "Fuuuck!"