The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,52

what I liked with his unique anatomy, until I was gripping his shoulders, nails digging in, riding him with abandon.

Grunting, grumbling guttural gibberish, grabbing onto my thighs just above my knees to knead the spot, squeezing it rhythmically to the pace I set, he made no move to take over. This was my show and he was allowing me to run it. I held no illusions I was really in charge. Baumbel was allowing me to have a turn in the driver’s seat. And I was loving every minute of it.

That pleasurable hum building in my body grew until I burst. I came with a sucked in breath, trembling with the force of my climax.

With a sharp growl, I felt my Baumbel friend come then, grabbing at my hips to grind himself up into me and hold. His spend was hot, releasing in short bursts. His body jolted along with his cock at every harsh jerk as my channel convulsed.

When the heat of the moment had cooled, I flopped heavily against him. A long sigh left me that his heartfelt rumble matched. “We should do that again some time,” I mumbled, lifting a hand to pet at a thick, rounded shoulder. The male was just humongous, big all over.

A thick hand came up, both of the thumbs on either side of his big ol’ mitt curling into my hair to sift through it. “Loo-me Baumb,” he purred with that churring whir.

“You are kinda the bomb,” I murmured breathlessly, then chuckled. “It’s rather fitting.”

“Loo-me Baumb,” he muttered, then shifted so he could keep us joined and lean in to nuzzle my hair. A small chuckle left me as his whiskers tickled.

Allowing myself this moment, I melted against him. “We should totally do that again,” I blurted, sliding my hand up his shoulder to bury my fingers in the fur at his nape.

A sharp gasp, followed by a startled laugh, escaped me as he cupped my rear in one hand, the back of my head in the other, and tipped me backwards. A squeak left me as my back met cold cave floor, and then a big, furry purring demon was covering me with his body, enveloping me in a mass of muscles, fur, and heat.

With a groan, Baumb tightened his grip on the hunk of butt cheek in his hand and began to move.

Soon I was moaning, the pace he’d decided on awfully close to lovemaking and not fucking. His murmurs were soft and sweet, his movements cautious of our size difference. He was generous and gentle.

I was being wooed by an alien snow beast man and it was working.

“Loo-me Baumb,” he grunted out as he worked me up to something really good and began to fuck me hard and fast right over the edge. His intense gaze never left mine as he pulled back enough to watch me tip over, and he watched through his own orgasm as it took him.

“You’ve killed me,” I muttered weakly, flushed, sated, a floppy armed, noodle-legged, sexed mess. “Death by alien Orc-Yeti guy with fun junk.” My eyes closed and I laid there, a happily numb mess.

“Baumb,” he said suddenly, causing me to crack an eyelid open and peer into a frowning furry face. The monster man was oddly endearing with that befuddled anger smearing his puss.

“Totally the Baumb,” I promised. “The Lumi Baumb,” I added for good measure.

“Loo-me Baumb.” Ah, and there was my purring lothario. Scooping me up, he got one look at me, translucent, almost light blue man funk gunking up my person, and began walking back to that water tunnelway to presumably dunk our asses into it.

I wasn’t objecting. He was a big guy and I was feeling that soreness from slamming down on him and then taking him twice. Little, he just was not. Plus, the water was comfortably warm.

“Can we at least go once more when we’re done?” I asked, though I hadn’t expected an answer.

When he looked at me and stared, I shrugged sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I’m a greedy bitch.”

“Loo-me,” he rumbled.

Maybe he could understand, partially or wholly, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure yet.

“Sorry, yes, Lumi the greedy bitch.” And because he liked the phrase so much and I was angling for one more round. “Lumi-Baumb?”

“Lumi-Baumb,” he rumbled so loud my ears rang.

His toes curled around the edge of the lip of the pool. Crouching there, our bodies still joined, he buried his face in my nape with a growl, one arm banding around my upper