3. Anna Marie

Chapter 3

Anna Marie

" I guess I'm yours for the night." Wait, that didn't come out right. "I mean, I'm yours for dinner." He quirks an eyebrow at me. Shoot, I've somehow made this awkward conversation worse. "Let me start over. You won the privilege of having dinner with me." There, much better—more professional.

"It's always a privilege to be anywhere with you, Anna Marie." The way he says my name has a gush of wetness soaking my panties.

Great, I can't even control myself for ten minutes around this guy. How am I supposed to last a whole evening?

The whole way to Henry's hotel room, I silently practiced what I was going to say once we finally got there. Now I've made a complete ass of myself. I couldn't believe my luck when he first suggested having a late dinner in his hotel room. Then, when he opened the door to his suite and ushered me in, I froze—forgetting everything I had been practicing in my head on the way over here.

"Um, thanks." Ugh, I hope that didn't sound as stupid out loud as it did in my head.

His eyes lower to my fingers drumming on the arm of the leather couch, then back to my face. "We don't have to actually go through with the date if you don't want to. No one will ever know. It's not like we have to prove we had dinner together. I can take you home—no one will be the wiser. Besides, the money went to a good cause." He shrugs like it's no big deal, but I see a flash of disappointment in his eyes as he stands and waits for my reply.

This might be my last chance to be alone with Henry—giving him my virginity is a gift I want to give myself. It's time I do something for me. I've studied hard these last four and a half years, and I deserve to have a little fun—blow off some steam before I get a real job and start my adult life.

"Actually, Henry. I was wondering if you could do me a favor." I pause, working up the courage to finish my request. "I'd like it if you would take my virginity and be my first."

If I wasn't so nervous about his reply, I might find the shocked look on his face comical. Instead, I hold his gaze and hold my breath as I watch his eyes, searching for an answer.

"Are you sure, Anna Marie?"

"I'm sure."

When he still hesitates, I do the only thing I can think of to make him say yes. I kick off my red high heels, take off my elf costume, and stand in front of him in only my white lace panties.

Instead of words, he drops to his knees, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me to him, nuzzling my soaked panties with his nose and inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell delicious. I bet you taste even better.

Channeling my inner sex goddess that I didn't realize I had I reply. "Why don't you take a lick and find out."

"You're such a naughty little elf, Anna Marie. Do you what my tongue on your hot little pussy?" His words send a bolt of white-hot heat all the way to my core.

"Yes, Santa Daddy." I freeze, silently praying he didn't hear me call him Santa Daddy. He's going to think I'm some weird freak with a Santa and a Daddy fetish.

"Fuck, baby girl. I like it when you call me Daddy." His tongue darts out, running over my lace-covered pussy lips, causing me to shiver.

"But isn't it weird? I mean, with Jolie being your daughter?"

"First of all, baby girl, I've never called her baby girl, and she's never called me daddy. And second, I really don't want to talk about my daughter right now. It's kind of killing the mood."

"Sorry, Santa Daddy." I run my hands through his salt-n-pepper hair.

"What are you going to call me when it's not the Christmas Season?"

"Hmm, how about New Year's Daddy, or Cupid Daddy, or Bunny Daddy." I giggle, thinking about calling any of those names.

"You think that's funny, do you? Let's see how funny you think this is." He dives back between my legs, ripping my panties off, and begins licking me like I'm his favorite flavor of ice cream.

The giggle dies on my lips and changes to a moan, "Oh, Henry, your tongue feels so good."

His tongue moves to my clit, devouring the little bud with feverish strokes. I feel the pressure building in my core, and it feels nothing like the few times I've touched myself through the years thinking about Henry. This feels a hundred times better.

He inserts a finger into my tight hole, and I jump, "Easy, baby girl, Daddy's going to take good care of his good girl." He says between licks.

"Yes, Daddy." My hips thrust, matching the speed of his tongue and finger. It's too much too fast. When I think I can't handle it anymore, I shatter in his arms.

"That's it, Anna Marie, come all over my tongue."

My body goes slack, and I'm thankful his arm is still around me to hold me up. "That was amazing."

He kisses my pussy one last time before standing and sweeping me into his arms. "You haven't seen anything yet." He carries me to my bedroom and gently sets me on the bed. "Now that I've tasted your pussy, I need to taste your mouth."

Our lips meet, and I moan at the taste of my juices on his lips and tongue.

"Do you like how you taste on my tongue, baby girl?"

"Yes, Santa Daddy, I do."

"Oh, we're back to that now, are we? I think it's time you had a taste of my north pole."

I giggle at his double entendre. I can't believe how much fun I'm having with him.

He slips out of his clothes and positions himself above me, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips, "Open up, Santa Daddy wants to come down your chimney tonight."

My tongue flicks out, and I lap up the pre-cum glistening on the tip. "Yum, you taste good." I moan before opening wide and taking him as deep in my throat as I can, but in my eagerness to please him, I take him too deep, and I start to gag.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth, giving me a chance to catch my breath, "You don't have to rush this. We have all night." His words are a harsh reminder that that's all this is, one night.

Pushing that thought aside, I give him a bright smile, "I'm ready to try again." I open wide again, but this time, I take his length slowly down my throat—gradually getting used to his size in my mouth.

"That's my good girl." He wraps my hair in his fist, controlling the speed and depth of each thrust. "Fuck, I'm going to come." He groans, then abruptly pulls out of my mouth. "The first time I come is going to be in your pussy, not your mouth." He leans down and kisses my lips.

"I don't have any condoms, and I'm not on any birth control, but I can stop at a pharmacy tomorrow and buy the morning-after pill." I feel the need to say this since he hasn't brought up the subject of birth control.

"Right, I don't have any condoms either. That sounds like a good plan." He hesitates before adding, "I've had my yearly physical, so I'm free of any diseases."

"Okay, since we're both good, can we get on with deflowering me." I have no idea where this fun, flirty woman has been hiding, but I absolutely love her.

"As you wish." He says, and my heart melts a little at his use of a quote from one of my favorite old movies.

He settles himself on the bed above me and lines up his cock at my entrance, "This might hurt a little bit."

"I trust you, Daddy," I whisper against his lips.

His forehead drops to mine, "You're going to be the death of me, little girl." Thrusting his hip forward, he presses his cock into my tight hole. "You're so fucking tight."

"I need all of you, Henry." I wiggle my hips, needing him deeper.

His reply is a grunt as he thrusts all the way into my body, and I inhale sharply at the intrusion, causing his hips still, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I'm ready for more." I place a kiss on his lips, and he begins to move his hip, thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy.

The feeling is even better than his tongue and his fingers combined. With each thrust, his cock goes deeper before pulling almost all of the way out. His steady movement soon becomes erratic, making me wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on for the best ride of my life. Well, only ride so far.

His hand slips between our bodies, and he rubs his fingers across my clit, and I come around his cock. My inner muscles milk him until he calls my name and shoots load after load into my welcoming womb. A small part of me doesn't want to stop at the pharmacy for the morning-after pill when I leave her tomorrow. Instead, I want to chance getting pregnant, so I will always have a piece of him. But I promised him I would take care of the birth control and I will even if it ends any chance of conceiving a child with the man I love.

"That was amazing." He kisses my lips before he flops down on his back next to me.

Needing to know more about him, I roll onto my side facing him and ask him to tell me a secret "Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."

"I hate broccoli." He replies, rolling on his side to face me.

"That's not an earth-shattering confession."

"For most people, it's not, but I'm a physician. My job is literally to make people healthier."

"Okay, fine, I'll allow it." I tap my index finger to my lips, then snap, "I don't like chocolate and mint combined."

"That's a disgusting combination. Who would like it?" He does a fake facial grimace, and I laugh.

"You know Henry, you're not quite as stuffy as you appear to be."

"Oh really?" He rolls on top of me and pins me to the bed. "Maybe I need to stuff you again to show you just how stuffy I can be." He captures my lips in a kiss I know I will crave until the end of my days.

We spend the rest of the night making love until we are both too exhausted to move. His arms are tightly wrapped around me like he never wants to let me go, and I've never felt so cherished before in my life. Maybe it can be more than one night.