Her Night With Santa by Adriana Herrera
Chapter 3
Farnaz
“So how long have you been doing the Santa gig?” I ask Kris before biting into a piece of Manchego.
We’re currently lounging in the lanai next to the infinity pool. The view is seriously gorgeous. Even though I was born and raised in Panama, and grew up going to amazing beaches, I can still be awed by the beauty of the islands. The sky is a perfect blue. Not a cloud marring it and I’m sharing a massive chaise lounge with possibly the most gorgeous being I’ve ever seen. Who at the moment is gloriously naked—and so am I because clothing’s optional in Santa’s beach villa, baby—other than for the couple of nail marks I left on her when she was making me come like a rock star.
And as soon as we polish off the massive charcuterie board and bottle of Moët she brought from the kitchen I plan to get right back to doing her on every surface of this massive villa. And yeah, if I’m in a medically induced coma, please don’t wake me up until I’ve had one more go at the self-heating pussy. Bless my clueless uncle and Kris’s nosy as fuck dad.
“Ten years.” She says, bringing my attention back to her. She’s so fucking beautiful, I just take a moment to stare. We showered together after that first round in her bedroom, so she’s fresh faced. Her winged eyeliner and red lipstick are gone, but somehow she’s even sexier this way.
“I did my first Toy Run when I was twenty-five.” She tells me, and I realize we’re technically the same age. Just because, I lean in and lick into her mouth. Kris instantly responds, kissing me back hungrily. I thought my sexy parts would need a few hours to reboot, but no, they’re tingly and ready to go again.
I pull back with what I’m sure is a goofy smile on my face and gesture for her to carry on. “Typically, we do the first few years as apprentices with the outgoing Santa in the lead, but my mom was really ill and my dad retired early to spend more time with her.” Her blue eyes lose their sparkle for a second, and something hot pulses in my chest, needing to comfort her.
“I’m sorry.” I tell her, caressing her cheek. This woman is under my skin already, and I’m probably never going to see her again after tomorrow.
“Thanks.” She says with a sigh and leans back on the chaise. I notice her taut strong body is already getting a little bit of color from the sun. I’m pretty much obsessed.
“She passed away about five years ago. It’s just been me and my dad since. He’s still involved in the operations part-time, but he loves retirement.”
I consider that for a moment, thinking of my uncle and the other two Magi, who still haven’t handed over the reins so to speak. “The Kings are retirement age too, but they don’t have successors ready and able to takeover like you did. My cousin Melchior Jr, doesn’t want anything to do with the Toy Run, and I as far as I can tell neither Balthazar’s or Gaspar’s kids are up for it either.”
She nods, and turns on her side, her head propped up on her hand. “It’s a lot of responsibility. I wanted to do it, but not everyone feels the calling. So, why are you in the DR and not with your family?” She asks, veering off her sad stuff and right into mine.
I rub my thighs together, and that sweet ache between my legs feels like a comfort as I prepare to answer her question. “I was here for work.” I tell her, and take a long sip of my bubbly, just to have something to do.
“What do you do?” This woman doesn’t know me from Adam—well we did make each other come, so she knows me a little bit. And yet, I feel like she genuinely wants to know about me. It’s easier to believe it because it’s how I feel about her. There’s something about what’s happening between us that feels safe. Like I can trust her with something that so far has been a very treacherous line of conversation.
“I’m a toy designer, family business and all.” I wink and she laughs.
“I get that. We have amazing ones in the North Pole, not many women though. Are you looking for a full-time position?”
My heart does a couple of flips at the casual question, even though she’s probably just being nice.
“I’ve changed my focus now and started designing adult toys.” I pop a grape in my mouth and grin at her when her lips curve up into a dirty smile.
“Where any of the ones I saw in your bag—
She starts to ask, and I answer before she can finish the question. “Yep. All of those are my designs.” I say proudly. “Well, except the one, that’s vintage Hitachi, and still works like a charm.”
She grins at me, biting the tip of her tongue. Kristina Kringle is a stone-cold fox.
“The fact that you design the toys I have used and will continue to use on you today, is so fucking hot.” She tells me with a wink, like the walking wet dream she is. “I’m drenching this chaise just thinking about fucking you with that bright blue dildo I saw in your bag.”
Okay, more sex is imminent.
“But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here at Christmas?”
Talking about this is kind of a sexy mood killer, but it’s only fair since she talked about her family stuff. “I’m trying to find investors for my start-up. My family wasn’t super enthused about me leaving a really well-paying job at All American Kids toys. I got some interest from a group here, so I came to do my pitch.” And then without any warning the actual truth just spills out of me. “And I needed a few days to myself before I flew out to be with them. We go to this huge chalet in the Alps every year with the whole family. We were all supposed to arrive there yesterday.” I shrug feeling all weird again. “But I had this meeting as an excuse to arrive a couple of days later. I didn’t feel ready for all lectures. I know, I suck.”
She widens her eyes at me and shakes her head, then moves closer. So close that our bodies are pressed together from toes to boobs. Boob friction is totally underrated and I’m seconds from needing to sex her up again.
“You don’t suck. I get needing to be alone. Needing some quiet and time to replenish. That’s why I’m here. The first few years after I took over the Toy Run duties, I would dock in the sleigh and go right into planning for the next run. No breaks, no time off, nothing. I felt like I had something to prove and ran myself into the ground. After five years of that, I was done. My dad sat me down and told me I needed to go easier on myself. We bought this villa, and now I come here for a week every year. No work, no people, no distractions. Just me and the beach.”
“Your tropical fortress of solitude.” She nods. “And I ruined it for you.” I say regretfully, even though I can’t actually muster up feeling sorry for these utterly perfect couple of hours we’ve had.
“You’re the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.” She tells me, and I kind of believe her. “And for what it’s worth, I think it’s badass you’re taking a chance and doing something you love, which you’re also obviously amazing at. Going by the toys we’ve played with.” She says it so matter-of-factly, but something that’s been tight and angry in my chest since the day I told my family I was quitting my job, seems to loosen from Kris’s words. And I know why. It’s because she knows what it’s like to have family expectations weigh you down. She understands the desire to honor where you come from, but needing to do it your own way.
God, I want her again. Maybe she can read minds too because she comes closer. She presses her mouth to mine and tugs the hair on the nape of my neck, just hard enough to make me shiver. “I can’t wait to try more of your toys.” She leans an arm back to put down her glass of bubbly and kisses me again. Then smoothly lifts my leg over her hip, opening me to her. I feel her cold thumb on my clit and my breath shudders out of my mouth and into hers. She’s kissing me hard, and I want to sink into this. Let her take care of me again like she did up in her bed. But then I think of the last twenty-four hours this woman probably just had and I want to be the one to please her. To make her feel good.
I pull back from another one of her drugging kisses and whisper against her lips. “I’d like to taste you. May I?” I ask, and she nods.
“Sure, baby. Do whatever you like.”
“I want this.” I say as I palm her heat, she’s so wet already and soaks the finger I slide into her. “Lick it, suck it, and bite it. Then do it again.”
“That sounds like a great plan.” She gasps, turning until she’s flat on her back, arms behind her head. She looks like a debauched empress. This woman is definitely going to end me.
“Well, I don’t want to be a bad guest, in the off chance I can get another invitation.” I’m smirking, but my tummy drops as I say it. I know I’ll want to see her again. That when I drive off tomorrow, I’ll leave a little bit of myself here. I put that thought aside and focus on sliding down her body. I kiss her nipples as I go and don’t stop pressing my mouth to her perfect smooth, sun-kissed skin until I’m at the place I’ve been craving. I grip behind her knees and spread her for my view, and damn, I have to count backwards from ten to settle down.
“God this is so pretty.” I say with reverence. Her folds are flushed with a delicate pink and her clit is hard and peeking out. Gorgeous. “Baby, you smell so good.” I press my nose and inhale her, then lap up the beads of liquid from her arousal.
She is delicious. I enjoy a lot of things about sex. I can appreciate any lover’s body and all the parts they come with. But I love pussy. I love how it smells, how it tastes, how it looks, how it feels on my hand, and on my tongue. I worship it, really. I can spend hours tasting a lover. Feeling orgasm after orgasm drenching my fingers and soaking my tongue. I’m a faithful and devoted servant of good pussy, and Kristina’s is fucking perfect.
“Lick it, Farnaz. Please.” Kris begs, and who am I to deny her? I hold her open, so her knees are almost pressed to her chest and go in.
I swirl the hard tip of my tongue to her engorged nub and her legs start quivering within seconds, but I haven’t had nearly enough.
“Hold your legs up, baby.” I tell her and pull back to look at her. I use my thumbs to expose her clit and flick it hard a few times. Then take turns doing it with my tongue, and again with my fingers.
“God that feels so good.” Kris moans as I reach for the little pouch I brought down with me and pull out a small clit stimulator. I look up, and Kris’s hot blue gaze is already on the toy.
“Can I use it on you?”
“Absolutely.” She says and I smile at how into this she is. I can’t believe this is the same woman who I first saw, she looked forbidding and cold. But this Kris, this soft and wild lover, who can’t get enough of my hands and mouth, she’s everything.
“Juicy.” I say, with my mouth pressed to her mons. I nip it and she groans, bringing one hand down to spread herself more. Giving me more access to all the parts I want to feast on. “I love your cunt.” I say with utter sincerity.
“And it loves you.” She responds as she palms the back of my head. “Eat it, babe.” I don’t need to be asked twice. I oblige by sucking on her labia, making her groan, then let go with a pop as I insert the little toy in her. It’s got pulsing vibrations that deliver a super slow and intense orgasm which is exactly what I’m intending to give her. A lazy tongue-fucking just like the ocean’s waves. I start it a low setting and push it in and out as I eat her out. Fast then slow, I lap at her. My fingers rubbing her clit while I alternate fucking her with my tongue and the vibrator.
“Mm.” She moans, lost in what I’m doing to her. “User your teeth on me, sweetheart.” I do as she asks, and I’m rewarded with a gush of liquid. “Suck my clit, please.” She begs through gritted teeth and I do it, circle my lips around that sweet little pearl and pull hard as the vibrator’s slow pulses massage her channel.
“Oh, I’m coming.” She’s practically keening and soon I feel the tremors wracking her body as her orgasm builds. My own pussy is pulsing between my legs, but my sole focus is Kristina. A couple more swipes of my tongue on her clit and her body stiffens. Her screams of pleasure pierce the air. As soon as she lets go of her legs, she’s pulling me up.
“Sit on my face.” She growls as I scramble up her body until we’re lips to lips. Her mouth is on me in a flash and almost instantly I’m shaking with mind-melting pleasure. Kris eats at my pussy with a single-minded hunger that makes me feel utterly owned. Within moments my vision goes white and pleasure wracks my body until I’m sure my juices are dripping down her chin.
“Goddamn.” I gasp, sliding down so I can kiss her. I taste myself on her tongue and another jolt of pure bliss courses through me.
“I can’t decide what I like better your mouth or that tight little cunt.” Kristina says against my lips. “I think I’m addicted.”
As I lay there in her arms letting the ocean breeze cool my sated body, I silently say “I know I’m already hopelessly addicted to you.”