The Pleasures of Three French Hens...

Ice showers, my Big Beautiful Cats, on the tame prairie. The Kougar is praying her electrical power doesn’t go down, or it’s up the icy creek without an energy paddle...meow-uh oh...now is when moi wishes she possessed the funds to purchase a back-up generator, even better a way to stay off the grid forever. Yowl...
Slink on over, my loverly Big Kittens, to Flash Fiction Sunday with Nina Pierce. It’s secret wish day at the Liquid Silver Sexpressions blog. And Nina’s Santa pic may be the secret wish of a lot of us. Imagine him under your tree or as the partridge in your pear tree...

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ Three French Hens...

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Three French Hens

Part Eight ~

His tone was utter appreciation and a complete claim of her. As her body shivered with delight and steam poured out of her ears, Kaily told herself his possessiveness was just for this night. That was all she could bear. She couldn’t think about anything continuing between them, or not continuing. It was just this night. “My secret Santa,” she whispered, “I never thought my wish would come true.”
“Your wish?” His bold purr slid over her skin shivering her more exquisitely.
“Don’t you ever make wishes?” she countered. Her curiosity about him had not lessened one teeny little ole’ iota.
“Many, my beautiful gift.”
The way he’d spoken the words made her ask, “Such as?”
“Once I wished for a way to avoid my fate.” With gentleness he palmed her upper thigh just beneath her hip, then stroked ever-so-slowly down the length, resting his hand on her knee. “Beautiful,” he praised, his brandy eyes alight with golden sparks.
“Fate?” she managed, her curiosity beating off the molten desire of her loins, almost... “You make me feel beautiful, Santa.”
“That is a wish of mine,” he growled, only it was a silken sound. “I did not wish for my fate. And providence intervened.”
“Providence.” This was becoming definitely odd.
“On the third day of Christmas,” he recited, “My true love sent to me, three French hens.”
Curiosity gripped her like Jake on their first and only date. She’d had to pry his fingers off one at a time, then bolt for the front door. Okay, his partridge and her two turtle doves, but, heckfire, what could he mean by three French hens. “Your providence is three French hens?”
The corner of his incredible mouth lifted in a brief smile. “Yes, I believe it is.”
Mesmerized, she watched him lift off his santa hat, then lower his head to her breast. She shuddered wildly as he brought her nipple deep inside his mouth, and strongly suckled her. Moaning, she collapsed on her back and felt his hand claim her other breast. He tenderly fondled her curves, then captured her nipple with his fingers, and plucked.
“Oh, Santa.” Kaily whimpered her excruciating pleasure. When his other hand left her knee and palmed her pussy mound, Kaily could only liquefy like heated honey and relish the delicious torment. “Santa, make me a bad girl for Christmas.”
Immediately his finger penetrated her sex lips and slid along the seam of her pussy, languidly slipping through her juiciness. Then with lazy thoroughness he rubbed the long cord of her clit, stroking up and down. Bliss slammed Kaily like a sledgehammer and all she could do was feel. Feel his mouth suckle her, his fingers pluck her and his finger stroke her. Until her orgasm blossomed and crashed through her in waves. What felt like endless waves for a long time.
“Dillon,” she whispered. Kaily thanked her lucky stars, and secretly wished for more.
“Three French hens,” he rasped. “Isn’t that one of your secret wishes?”
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...

A french smooch from the Kougar...