12 Days of Steam: Day 8

Welcome to day 8 of the steamy extracts from my latest short story collection, Naughty and Nice. How do you get the attention of your lover when they’re refusing to be tempted into talking (or anything else!)? Maybe they’ve got a secret plan, an ulterior motive. Let’s find out what Elf Girl is doing to drive her Santa Sir crazy, shall we?

Enjoy!


Santa Sir’s completely absorbed Elf Girl took no notice of her surroundings. The Christmas lights twinkled all different colours and reflected beautiful patterns across the walls, but she didn’t even give them a second glance. Or a first one, for that matter. There were chocolates in a bowl on a table at her elbow, but they had no tempting effect whatsoever, which was most unusual because she’d loved chocolate as a child, she’d continued to love it as an adult, and she’d even had their wedding cake made of it. She only had a vague sense that Santa Sir was in the room. Or at least that’s what she pretended. A shadow in her peripheral vision paced up and down.

‘Is it a good book?’

At last. The disgruntled tone told her all she needed to know. She remained curled up in the chair beneath the reading lamp, with the other early Christmas present from Santa Sir to snuggle into – a ludicrously large, soft pink toy dog with a ridiculously funny massive, sniffy-looking nose. Deliberately not lifting her eyes to meet his, she continued to read the detective book that he had bought her. What more did she need but a dark-eyed detective, getting her all excited when he said, ‘Of course I know who the culprit is. And I’ll prove it.’? And she really did enjoy figuring out whodunnit, too. She had done since she was a teenager.

She stifled a grin. It really did seem to be getting Santa Sir in a bit of tizzy that the book was devouring all her attention. She had expected this would happen. So she had a contingency plan.

Glancing up, just a little, and seeing the frown on his face, she withdrew an envelope from the back of the book. It stopped Santa Sir’s pacing in its tracks and she watched the dawning recognition on his face that the envelope she was holding was lip-shaped. She offered an elvish beam up at his frown which was turning into a bemused stare.

‘Yes. Thank you for buying it for me. You know I can’t resist finding out who it was who did it. Here, I have a little gift for you, too. You can open it now, Sir. Please open it now, my sexy Santa.’

With a perky little smile, she watched through her eyelashes as Santa Sir unfastened the envelope to pull out a piece of red paper. She knew exactly what it said, but she loved hearing his deep, husky voice reading the words out loud:

‘Thank you for my present, Santa Sir. Now – make me put it down. No hands allowed.’

When Santa Sir looked up from the note, his Elf Girl was already reading with increased intensity. She made sure of it. She sensed him move a little closer; heard the sigh and the ‘tut’ that he blew into the air. She knitted her lips tightly together in an effort not to smile at his irritability. Well, sometimes it’s nice for an Elf Girl to take the upper hand, just for a little while!

She read a lengthy explanation of the crime that had been committed. Hot breath fell against her cheek; the grazing of his teeth ran along her jugular vein and down, down. She resisted until his burning lips and whiskers that were spending a crazy amount of time in the dip of her collar bone made everything from her waist up to her shoulder blades squirm. A tiny moan blew out with a sigh from her parted lips.

She found the first clue, and kept reading, turning page after thrilling page. His nose nuzzled its way into her dressing gown where her naked flesh filled with delicious tingly goosebumps at the touch of his face against her skin. It was so hard to resist him whenever there was a physical connection between them. Further and further down went his nose, his mouth, as she found another clue buried really cleverly among the pages. But she spotted it. His tongue flicked over her breast. She felt the rough motion and the accompanying wetness on her flesh, sensed how her desire for him intensified and she peaked and the sensations rolled in waves from her breast to her pussy as his expert mouth sought out her arousal and drew it into him.

By the discovery of a third clue, she writhed against the chair. Sniffy Dog jolted a little in its snuggly position, as Santa Sir’s lips ran over the soft flesh of her belly, brushing against her navel, and moving lower, lower.

The trap was all set. the perpetrator was ready to be caught and revealed. Santa Sir’s face burrowed its way beyond her belly, his kisses met by her upward thrust as she was captured by his tongue circling her clit and lashing at her folds. She swelled, unable to control herself under such delicious interrogation. She confessed her wetness, showed him how she was guilty of needing him inside her soooo bad. Pink sniffy dog dropped off her lap and plopped to the floor.

She was caught by her yearning for him. He kissed her hard on her drenched lips. She admitted it. She admitted she wanted him. Needed him. Loved him. In one fell swoop, she found herself cuffed to his heart, chained by his arms, as they both fell to the floor, wrapped around each other. Her dressing gown began to fall loose around her and she was only partly conscious of his fingers plucking at the towelling fabric and pushing it from her shoulders. Her hand opened; she felt it drop onto the carpet.


I sooooo get this story. I’m a total bookworm, and I can completely imagine behaving like Elf Girl! 😉

If you’d love to read the rest of this story, and the other eleven steamy tales in the collection, you can grab your copy using the button below:

I’ll be back tomorrow with day 9, and another tantalising tale. Until then…

Happy reading!

Ina x

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