“What’s up, little elf?” I asked as I stirred a pot of my famous homemade chili. We had ended up skipping lunch after too much cookie nibbling during our Christmas-movie marathon. It had been a lovely day, and Crystal had stayed in her little state of mind, calling me Daddy, and being perfectly playful and mischievous.
But as the day had worn on, I had noticed that staying in her little state seemed to be more and more of a struggle. Now, she looked positively morose.
Crystal shrugged, playing with the strings of her candy-cane-striped apron, and refusing to look at me. I leaned over and tapped her on the butt with my wooden spoon. “Little elf,” I growled. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
The little nudge did nothing to ease her sadness. If anything, it seemed to make her more upset.
Frowning when she still didn’t answer, I decided not to push it. Pulling the corn muffins from the oven, I scooped up two large bowls of chili, topped them with grated cheese and sour cream, and carried them to the table with the plate of muffins.
We ate in silence, with Crystal playing with her food more than eating it. She took a few small bites, but most of the meal consisted of her pushing a chunk of corn muffin through her bowl and sighing deeply.
I was at a loss. She wasn’t testing me. This wasn’t bratting. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but the weekend was coming to an end, and I wasn’t going to leave it like this. Scooping the last bite of chili into my mouth, I pushed my bowl away, threw my napkin on the table, and stood.
Instantly, her eyes widened, and she showed more signs of life than she had in the last hour. I walked toward her and stuck out my hand. She hesitated before taking it, but eventually she put her small hand in my larger one and allowed me to help her up.
Without a word, I led her to the couch. Sitting before her, keeping hold of her hand, I brought her to stand between my legs. “Start talking, little elf, or I will have to persuade you to do so, and I don’t think you want that, do you?”
Sheepishly, she shook her head, and I pulled her into my lap. She snuggled into my embrace, burying her face into my chest, but said nothing still.
“Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
I heard the whimper before the rumbled vibrations reverberated on my chest.
“I don’t wanna be little anymore,” she whispered, so softly I had to strain to hear her.
My heart squeezed, and I felt sick to my stomach. I had followed my instincts and mucked up everything. I might have actually sent us backward, instead of forward, and there was no time for that. I had to force myself to not get upset and to keep my voice calm.
“Oh? Why is that? I thought we were having fun. I like being your Daddy.”
She pulled away and looked up at me, keeping one hand pressed flat against my chest. “I like it, too,” she admitted. “And I was having fun. A lot of fun. But the weekend is almost over. I have to go back to work, and you have to go back to the North Pole or wherever it is you live, and I don’t wanna still be little when you leave. It will hurt too much.”
“Ahh.” I breathed easier, heaving a sigh of relief. I hadn’t messed up. It was separation anxiety. That sucked, of course, but looking at the big picture, it was a very good sign. “Well, I certainly can’t force you to stay little, my little elf. But I’m very proud of you for letting go and having a good time. And we had a very early dinner. I don’t have to go for hours yet.”
Suddenly, she smiled and shifted. She was no longer curled up in my lap but straddling it, facing me. My cock sprang to life at the suggestiveness of the position, and I stifled a groan. “What are you doing, little one?”
Her expression was saucy and full of sass as she leaned in closer until we were nearly nose to nose. “I don’t want to be little when you leave because I want to be big.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at me, and I had to chuckle.
“Getting tired of the no-coffee rule?” I guessed.
She flipped her hair to one shoulder, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. “That was cruel and unusual, but coffee is not what I am thinking about right now.”
“Oh? It isn’t?”
“Nope.” She shifted on my lap, for the sole purpose of gyrating against my cock, and this time I couldn’t hold back the growl of aroused anticipation.
“Little elf…”
“Stop calling me that. I told you, I want to be big now.” With that declaration, she grabbed my face with both hands and brought her lips down hard against mine. They were soft and sweet, and tasted faintly of peppermint with a hint of chocolate. Sweet Sugarplums. I met her lips with my own, grabbing a handful of her silky hair in my fist as I deepened the kiss.
Crystal was intoxicating, and the weekend of sexual repression had me horny as hell. As she pushed past my lips with her tongue, I dropped her hair and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her into the air as I stood. I twisted our bodies so that she would land on the couch, and I all but threw her there, covering her body with mine as I lowered myself over her.
“You have to be in control, don’t you,” she teased, grabbing the waistband of my jeans and working the belt buckle.
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn to like it.” I grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head, pulling her shirt over them. Her bra was a shiny red satin that created a stunning contrast against her creamy white skin. “I was contemplating taking that off, but it just so happens to be my favorite color.”
“Oh, really? Well, then you should see my panties. They match.”
I quickly moved my attention to her tight black leggings. “These look so good on, but something tells me they will look even better off.”
She lifted her hips off the couch and allowed me to skim the stretchy black fabric over her hips, down her legs, and onto the floor, revealing, as promised, a pair of sexy red-satin panties.
“You look exquisite in red,” I whispered appreciatively, running my hands over the expanse of white skin between the two pieces of fabric.
“Well, isn’t that lucky,” she smirked.
God. I was crazy about this woman. From her sexy smirk, to her red panties and deep into her large but wounded heart. But right now, I was thinking with my cock, and he was much more interested in what lay underneath the shiny scraps of fabric than the fabric itself.
I grabbed the waistband, hooking a finger on each side. “These are sexy as hell, but they have to go.”
“I was hoping you would say that. And I feel the same way about those jeans of yours.”
It was all the motivation I needed. My hands left her waist and flew to my belt, working it and the zipper of my jeans quickly. I somehow managed to rid myself of them without standing, and soon, we were clad only in matching red undergarments.
“We match,” I quipped.
“No surprise there. Red is your favorite color, after all.”
She shimmied down and reached for my cock, grabbing it through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. I licked my lips and closed my eyes, unsurprised to feel the fabric sliding over my ass and down my thighs as she angled for a better grip.
When her hand found my cock, the skin-to-skin contact made my eyes roll back in my head.
“This isn’t really fair, you know. You still have your panties on.”
“I don’t see you doing anything about it,” she challenged.
“Touché.” I quickly rectified the problem, removing the satin thong and slingshotting it across the room. It landed on top of Dixie, who looked up from her dog bed with bored eyes, shook off the offending object, and went back to sleep.
In the time it took me to slingshot the panties and look at the dog, Crystal had changed positions and was now knelt in front of me, eye level with my cock. And she was looking at it like a reindeer looks at a carrot stick.
I swallowed thickly. Before I could do anything else, she cupped my balls with one hand and wrapped the other around my girth, moving forward until her mouth was poised at the tip of my cock.
I inhaled deeply, anticipating the warmth of her lips around my tip, and shuddered when she smiled and took me in her mouth.
I was in bliss for two full seconds before she frowned and pulled back in surprise.
“Oh! You taste like candy canes!”
“Do I?” I chuckled. “Well, they are my favorite food group. I eat a lot of them.”
“No, I mean you taste exactly like a candy cane. It’s not like a hint or an essence. Your dick is practically candy coated. Like for real.”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, but it must be a job hazard, or a perk, depending on how you feel about peppermint, I guess.”
“I love it.” Ending the conversation, she took me in her mouth and began to blow me with more enthusiasm than I would have dreamed possible. Folding my hands behind my head, I leaned back, thrusting my hips out so as to push myself farther into her mouth.
Her tongue traced circles up my dick as she licked and sucked to her heart’s content. She was slow and thorough, savoring every inch of my candy stick. I was enjoying every moment of her exploration.
She took me deeper into her mouth until my balls were touching her chin, and I moaned in ecstasy when she increased the pressure and gave my sack a soft squeeze. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning. If she didn’t stop, this was going to be over before it started. Blasted peppermint dick.
I grabbed her hair with both hands and used it as leverage, slowly pulling her off me while thoroughly enjoying every second of her lips sliding down my cock. When she got to the tip, she blinked up at me with a pouty smile and wide eyes.
“Get up here,” I growled, helping her to her feet by her hair. When she was standing, I grabbed her hips and pulled her body against mine, relishing the feel of her female softness against my own hard hairiness. My lips closed over hers with far less gentleness than our previous kiss. I was rough and demanding as I claimed her lips with as much ferocity as she had claimed my cock. My need for her was feral and unforgiving, a wicked side effect of the weekend’s pent-up sexual tension.
I had no patience left and no desire to take things slowly, but no desire to rush things, either.
This was no hot and heavy one-night stand. If I played my cards right, this woman would be my wife, and I wanted our first time together to be special.
Panting through my arousal, I broke our kiss and pulled her body close to mine. “I think it’s time to move this to the bedroom.”
Her breathing was shallow as she nodded her agreement, and we could hardly keep our hands off each other as we made the short journey down the hallway to her room. We didn’t bother to close the door before we stumbled over to the bed and fell onto it, side by side.
We lay there naked, staring at each other while we caught our breath. Then we inhaled simultaneously and almost head-butted into each other as we leapt forward, closing the space between us. In only a minute, we were a crazy tangle of sweaty limbs. My hands were all over her, and hers were all over me. I kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin, exploring every curve, and savoring each and every point of contact, committing it to memory. She was exquisite.
She moaned and writhed under my touch. When my lips closed over her soft mound, her moans intensified before turning to whimpers.
“Santa, please.”
“Please what?”
She raked her nails up my back and grabbed at my shoulders. “Please. I want you. Your cock. Please. Now.”
Just hearing her say cock had me ready to bust a chestnut, and I hurried to oblige, scooting up the bed to cover her body with mine. I started to thrust myself into her but was pleasantly surprised when she rolled over and climbed on top, straddling me. She poised her hips above me, hovering her soft pussy at the tip of my cock, teasing me until I was the one whimpering with need.
“Get your sweet little pussy on me and give me some of that sugar,” I growled, reaching back to give her ass a hearty slap. She jumped, impaling herself onto my cock. I grinned.
“Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“Took you long enough.”
We started out slow, but soon our lovemaking reached a frenzy. It felt so good inside her, and I loved to watch her perfect breasts jiggle inside the red satin as she rode my cock like it was her job.
My hands rested on her perfect ass, grabbing hold and using her body to plunge deeper into her soft folds. She felt like heaven.
I thrust into her, watching the ecstasy on her face as we came together, and trying to stave off my own orgasm.
But she was too gorgeous, and it was too perfect, and it had been too long. I pushed the pads of my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass as I came, screaming her name.
We came simultaneously, and instead of screaming Yule, this little minx cried out, “Santa Daddy!”
If I hadn’t come already, I would have then.
“Wow,” I panted, rolling over on the bed to face my naked Santa. “Well, that’s one way to end the weekend.”
“We still have hours yet, before I have to go.” Santa leaned up on the bed, resting an elbow on the mattress and his chin on one hand. “Are you hungry, little elf? You didn’t really eat dinner.”
I was starving, but I didn’t want him to leave my bed. I was about to say no, but the way he was peering at me twisted up my insides. In the nick of time, I remembered his stupid mind-reading skills. I sighed.
“I could eat,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to get up, and I don’t want you to, either.”
“I’ll let you in on a secret, little elf,” he whispered, leaning in close. “I wouldn’t leave this bed right now for all the cocoa and candy canes in the world.”
I giggled, suddenly feeling more six than thirty-one, and Santa snapped his fingers. I blinked and waited to see what treats he would conjure up this time. Two steaming mugs of cocoa appeared on the nightstand, and a pizza box sat on the bed between us. I clapped my hands in excitement then rolled my eyes at myself and how little I felt all of a sudden.
Santa smiled, opening the box, and grabbing up a hot slice dripping with melted cheese. He offered it to me, and I took it happily.
“Looks like I chose well.”
I didn’t respond. I was too busy shoving pizza into my mouth. I was suddenly famished from our activities, and I quickly inhaled that slice and a second one.
“You’re not eating,” I accused between mouthfuls.
“I ate my dinner.”
“I had a different kind of hunger on my mind, I guess,” I quipped, closing the pizza box and moving it off of the bed so I could lay my head on his chest.
“I guess so.” He was quiet for a second, stroking my hair. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his brain. “Did you have a good weekend, little elf? Did that help, do you think?”
I sat up suddenly, took a deep breath and stock of my feelings. I could still feel a twinge of tenderness in my ass if I shifted just right, but the rest of me felt lighter somehow, like pain had been lifted. It felt crazy to admit that. A lump formed in my throat when I even thought about voicing it. And I knew that Santa was probably reading my mind anyway. I sighed.
“I’m going to miss it all, I think. And you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, little elf. Well, tonight I am, eventually. But I’ll be back, and soon. We don’t have much time you know.”
I rolled my eyes as I did every time he made thinly veiled references to the impending doom of Christmas that he claimed would happen if I didn’t agree to become his Mrs. Claus.
“You’re awfully presumptuous, you know,” I grumbled, hiding a smile. “And bossy.”
“It’s not presumption. It’s destiny.” He winked, taking my hand in his. “It’s what is meant to be, little elf. And it may be a little crazy, and it may be a little fast, but that’s only part of the magic of Christmas. You can’t have a magical Christmas without a Mrs. Claus, and the love story between Santa and the Mrs.… Well, that’s what builds the Christmas magic.”
I scowled and pulled my hand away. “God, you’re corny, you know that? You’re just a big velvety ball of Christmas corniness sometimes.”
“Yep. And you, my dear, are a master at changing the subject.”
“What am I supposed to say? I’ve known you for like four days! How am I supposed to sit here and discuss a future with you? A future that involves me somehow morphing into this perfect specimen of Christmas cheer, no less? How can I possibly consider any of that without questioning my very sanity?”
“Because you know what we have is good. It may be crazy and a bit unconventional, but it’s good. And the sex we had? That was more than good, little elf. It was magical.”
My cheeks burned at the memory of how wild I had gotten in my pursuit of him. Him and his candy-cane-flavored dick. But it wasn’t only the sex that had me hiding my face in embarrassment, it was the whole weekend and how much I had thoroughly enjoyed it all, even the little stuff.
I sat there biting my tongue, trying to stop my lips from speaking the words my brain was thinking, and finally I blurted them out. “If everything you say is true, and we are destined to be together, and I eventually become your Mrs. Claus… Could I sometimes be six again? Not like, all the time, just, ya know, sometimes.” My hands still covered my face, but I peeked through my fingers and could feel my skin heating as I grew more flushed with each word I spoke.
Santa’s large hands covered mine, gently pulling them down, exposing more than just my physical self to his knowing gaze. I scrunched my eyes closed.
“Open your eyes and look at me, little elf.”
I opened one eye. His expression was gentle, full of compassion and mirth. “We are destined to be together,” he began. “And you will be my Mrs. Claus.”
I rolled my one open eye before he continued.
“And we can absolutely do it again, and soon. You still have to experience a childlike Christmas morning, you know. The experience isn’t really complete without it.”
My other eye opened, and I breathed a sigh of relief at his kind and encouraging words. At least one of us didn’t think the other one was crazy.
“I’m the good kind of crazy,” Yule interjected, reading my mind again.
“If you say so.”
“I do. Now get over here and give me a kiss. I have to leave soon.”