Chapter Eleven

 

             

            Jonathan stared at her, unable to believe what she had just told him. To think that all day he had been fighting a raging hard-on while praying tonight might lead to some heavy groping, if not a home run. And now she was telling him they had to have sex to see if he passed some sort of witchly test that would determine if he was meant to be her one true love.

            Who did he have to thank for this miracle?

            Before he could think of a reply, Tamberly got to her feet and rushed over to the little corner where Lyle had set up his miniature tree. Snatching several of the candy canes, she gave him an impish smile then disappeared into the back bedroom. Jonathan was right behind her.

            She slipped away from his arms when he reached for her, whirling around and tossing the candy canes on top of the bed. “Take your clothes off!” she giggled.

            “Hell no! Let me take yours off first!” He reached for her again, and this time she didn’t resist. Tamberly wriggled her hips to tempt him, showing him enough leg to make him believe she was either panty-less, or wearing one of those bare wisps of a thong. He kissed her as she melted against him, but this time she didn‘t seem to mind his cock grinding into her bellybutton.

            Slowly, he ran his hands down her back as her mouth opened up for him. Following the smooth curve downward, he felt the firm fullness of her buttocks in his palms, and he gave them a gentle squeeze. She giggled again in response, and her warm, minty breath filled his lungs. Emboldened, Jonathan pressed her harder against his erection. Tamberly sighed loudly and rose up on her tiptoes until his cock bent slightly downward and eased into the juncture between her thighs.

            He raised the dress higher, sliding it above her hips and waist until he could feel her flesh. His fingertips encountered the thin elastic string of her panties, and he playfully snapped it.

            “To hell with this,” Tamberly muttered sexily as she pulled slightly away. Grabbing the hem of his pullover sweater vest, she lifted it above his head, and Jonathan ducked down to let her remove it. Underneath he wore a long-sleeved shirt. He started to unbutton a cuff when she stayed his hand. “Uh-uh. Allow me.” Giving him a playful grin, she ran her forefinger down the row of buttons on the front of the oxford. The closures slipped out of their holes of their own accord.

            Like magic. He chuckled at the analogy.

            “What’s so funny?” Tamberly whispered. Before he could answer, she spread back the fabric and immediately latched her mouth onto one of his nipples, sucking and pulling on it with her lips until he groaned.  She moaned in response, and the vibrations zapped more currents of desire straight to his cock.

            “Oh, God, Tam.”

            She continued to playfully abuse his nipple. At some point she reached up and hung a candy cane on the other one. Jonathan felt his nipple elongate and harden to provide a stable enough base to hold up the confection.  He stared—not so much at the sight of her suckling, but at the way the red stripes from the cane undulated off the candy and proceeded to dance their way around his areola before wrapping his nipple in minute curlicues.  The cool sensation of peppermint raised goose bumps in their wake.

            Somehow he managed to get the dress up over her head. As he’d suspected, she wore no bra. Her breasts lightly swayed once they were free, full and perfectly natural. Jonathan smiled to see the tips were a succulent raspberry red, just as he’d suspected.

            “No fair.” Tamberly tapped him in the chest with a candy cane.  “You still have your pants on.”

            “So do you,” he teased and snapped the bit of elastic on her hip.

            “So do I what?” She glanced up to give him a playful, narrow-eyed look.

            “Still have your panties on,” he repeated.

            “What panties?”

            “These—”

            He stopped as his fingers couldn’t find the thong’s thin string. Peering down, it was evident she had disposed of the bit of fabric with witchcraft. Jonathan smiled and took a step back so he could see her full-on, including the lovely tangle of reddish curls covering her muff.  “You’re making my mouth water, Tam.”

            “What’s stopping you?”

            He didn’t need an invitation. Quickly, he lifted her off her feet and swung her over the bed to let her drop onto the mattress. Tamberly laughed with joy, and the infectious sound also made him laugh aloud.

            He started to reach for his belt to begin undoing it, but was stopped again when she scrambled onto her knees and reached up to tap the buckle with the candy cane. The leather strap popped open, and Jonathan stared in amazement as the zipper lowered itself, followed by the pants. Once they reached his ankles, he stepped out of them, and the clothing slid across the floor to the wall. He raised an eyebrow at her. “You forgot my briefs.”

            Tamberly grinned mischievously. “No, I didn’t. I wanted to take care of those personally. C’mere.”

            She was holding a candy cane in each hand and reaching toward him to hook the front waistband of his briefs. A gentle tug brought him to the edge of the bed. Snagging the sides of the underwear, she gave them another tug, and they were gone. By this time Jonathan no longer cared how he got undressed. The simple marvel of watching her use her powers was entertaining, as well as surprising.

            He watched to see her reaction to the sight of his cock bobbing in front of her. She stared at it for a few seconds, then reached up to touch the end of it with the piece of candy. Instantly, a thread of coolness wove its way into the center of his erection, chilling his balls until they scrunched up inside his body cavity. A moment later, Tamberly leaned over and lapped the flushed head. “Mmm. Odd.”

            “Huh?”

            “You taste like a candy cane. I mean, your pre-cum, it’s pepperminty!”

            She slowly ran the curved part of the cane along the top of his cock. Jonathan blinked. The red stripes from the confection appeared to be streaming across his flesh, curling and swirling around the bulging blood vessels. Tamberly oohed at the sight. Impulsively, she bent down and ran her tongue along one side, dragging across the moving curlicues. “Mmm! And your dick tastes just like the candy, too! Mmm! Yummy!”

            He didn’t need to ask her to take him into her mouth. She did it on her own, closing her lips first around the weeping head and slurping, licking the cum dripping from the end of his cock. Jonathan stared at the definitely whitish fluid with the thin red lines weaving through it. “Tam?”

            “Mmm. You taste so good. So good.”

            A shudder ran through him when her hot, wet mouth enveloped the first couple of inches and began to move forward toward the root. He could feel himself sliding over her tongue that felt like moist corduroy.

            Deeper, further, Tamberly swallowed him until he nudged the back of her throat. She paused to adjust, then pushed all the way to his pubic bush.  Incredibly, she managed to take all of him.

            He started to compliment her on her skills when she pulled away, raking her teeth lightly along the sensitive skin. She hadn’t begun to give him a full-on blow job, and already Jonathan felt himself teetering on the edge of his orgasm. Only by sheer willpower was he able to hold himself back. He couldn’t come now. He had to stay hard for the main course.

            Hold on, old man. Hold the fuck on!

            Grabbing her by the shoulders, he carefully disengaged her from his cock. Tamberly eagerly lapped at him as she was pulled away.  “Mmm. More. I want more.”

            “Later. Now it’s my turn,” he insisted, and with a gentle shove, pushed her back onto the mattress.

            Tamberly grinned and lifted her knees to spread herself open. Climbing onto the mattress, Jonathan dove for the juncture between her legs, but not before grabbing one of the candy canes left sitting on top of the blanket. “Give me one of those. I want to see if this magic stuff works both ways.”

            He bent over her and began to drag the cane through the dark curls, combing the deep, reddish hairs. To their amazement, instead of red swirls running across the glistening muff, the thin lines were white. A candy cane in reverse. The patterns wove and danced like they were playing peekaboo.

            Tamberly gasped. “It feels cool. I mean cold cool.”

            “I know. I felt it, too.”

            Burrowing his face nose-first into her fragrant pussy was like dipping into a nest of peppermint and spice. He parted her inner lips with his tongue, and was rewarded with a splash of hot sweetness. “Oh, fuck me, you are delicious!”

            Her fingers dug into the hair on his scalp, anchoring him between her legs. Encouraged, Jonathan pressed further, swaying his face from side to side in order to find her waiting clit. Once he was there, he latched onto it with his tongue and lips, and it sprang into hard attention.

            It was like sucking on a candy drop.   

            Jonathan moaned, knowing the vibrations would go through her. When she gasped and clutched his hair tighter, he was rewarded with a shot of cream straight onto his tongue. A quick glance confirmed his suspicions—the whitish liquid was interspersed with tiny red filigree. And the taste…

            “Don’t think me strange,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of her mound and looking up at her. “But I’ve never been particularly fond of peppermint. But you’re quickly changing my mind, Tam. I’ve never tasted anything so fantastic in my life. Just smelling you down here makes my mouth water!”

            “Now you know how you taste to me,” she panted. “Keep eating me, Jon! Don’t stop!”

            But he knew he had to at some point. As much as he loved sinking his nose between her pussy lips and burrowing his tongue into her tight little hole as the rich scent of candy canes wafted through his sinuses, his cock was demanding equal time and equal pleasure.

            One final pull on her clit, and Jonathan reared back slightly and glanced down. By now the sight of swirling, pivoting, thin red lines of filigree moving across her pink skin no longer surprised him. In fact, he expected it now, because he knew what she would taste like if he ran his tongue again over the moistness.

            This was not Tamberly working her powers anymore. This was pure magic. Predestined magic. Magic that proved beyond a doubt that the two of them were meant to be lovers. Lifelong lovers. And, oddly, Jonathan felt ready for such a monumental change in his life.

            With Tamberly beside him, Jonathan knew he couldn’t fail. And it wouldn’t be because of her abilities as a witch, but because she would support him no matter where his endeavors lead them. They synched together. He could feel it all the way down into his bones.

            Rearing up over her, he planted his hands on both sides of her head and looked down at her beautiful face. Perspiration glistened on her skin. She opened her eyes, and he was struck by their bright, Christmassy green color. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” he whispered.

            Tamberly smiled. “Not before I fell in love with you. Now fuck me and show me how well you can pass the test.”

            He needed no further urging. Shoving his cock into her was like dipping it into warm, minty goodness. The scent of the candy was everywhere now, and with every pump inside her, the aroma thickened in the air. It permeated the whole interior of the trailer like a Christmas air freshener.

            He screwed her with increasing fervor, forcing her to dig her fingers into his shoulders to keep herself positioned to where the thick, heavy rasp of his cock kept her clit turgid and hard.

            Over and over, again and again, with increasing momentum, they built up to their bone melting climax. When Tamberly cried out, her pussy clamped down on him, and he gushed his release. Buried all the way inside her, he could feel his balls literally shrinking as he emptied himself, and the smell of liquefied candy canes bathed their sweaty skin.

            His arms trembling, Jonathan rolled onto his side, and Tamberly threw a leg over his hip to follow him. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he whispered, “Well, what’s my grade, teacher?”

            “I give you an A for effort, but a B for stamina.”

            “What?” He gave her an incredulous look. She grinned back up at him. “A B for stamina?  You think I’m done?”

            “Aren’t you?”

            “Hell, that was just the appetizer, woman! There’s still the main course and the dessert!”

            And before she could question him any further, he disengaged her leg from his side and flipped her over so that she faced away from him. Tamberly shrieked amid a bout of giggling, but didn’t put up any resistance when he bent her over so he could take her from behind.

            Not surprisingly, their dinner on the table was completely forgotten.