Clara and the Nutcracker Prince

Copyright 2005 Marianne LaCroix
All rights reserved.

“Warm and delicious.” His voice, rich with an Eastern European accent, resounded through her being, vibrating across her sensitized skin.

Through the unconscious mist, Clara moaned and arched her body upward toward the mouth laving on her left breast.

His scent was that of clean pine, fresh with new fallen snow. The outdoor woodsy scent seemed to wrap around her soul as he feasted upon her.

She tried to open her eyes, and when she did, everything was in a haze. Darkness surrounded her. And above her, a man massaged her body with skillful hands.

Why she was naked was beyond her reasoning as this god of sexual awareness touched her body in ways she’d never thought possible.

“I must be dreaming,” she murmured as she felt his body move along hers. His coarse chest hairs tickled her freshly sucked nipples, and she gasped at the sensuality of the simple movement.

“Not a dream, fair lady,” he said, his face appearing from the darkness.

She gasped as she looked on his masculine beauty. He was the image of male vitality with golden blonde hair falling to his shoulders, crystal blue eyes and a smile that spoke of hundreds of erotic conquests.

His hands traced the sides of her body from breast to hip and back again. So delicate was his touch, so caressing, Clara fell further beneath the spell of this magical man.

“If this isn’t a dream, what is it? Am I dead?” She knew something had happened, remembering back to her last conscious moments. Panicking, she struggled against him, visions of disaster flooding her overactive, yet confused, brain. “Oh, dear God, I am dead!”

“No, moya lubov, you are not dead. You’re very much alive.” He kissed her cheek and jaw, comforting her, settling her frightened mind.

“But this is not real. You’re not real.” How could he be?

“I am real in this plane.”

“This plane. You mean, like another plane of existence?” Yeah, right.

Maybe I need to be checked into the nearest psych ward after I let him have his way with my body. She may be crazy, but not so crazy she’d let this sexy blonde Adonis go without a tumble. It had been too damn long since she had a desirable cock filling her.

“That is one way of describing it.”

“What is ‘it’ exactly?”

“You ask many questions.” A smile, sinful and mischievous, slid across his lips. Oh, so tempting. His one hand grazed across her skin and settled to her hip where he traced small circles with his thumb. “Wouldn’t you much rather enjoy our time with more pleasurable pursuits?”

Cocking an eyebrow, she smiled up into his face. “It’s hard to not think of sex with you on top of me like this. Waking me by sucking my nipples is one wonderful way of getting attention.”

His legs nudged hers open, his erection hot against her thigh, sliding along her pubis, nestling at her entrance. “I couldn’t help myself. You have such beautiful breasts.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Right. They’re so small, they just pop out, begging for a lick.”

“You are a very beautiful woman, lady fair. Your beauty is classic, rich yet subtle. Never doubt your beauty. Your hair is like the most perfect walnut, your eyes are the shade of roasted chestnuts, full of warmth and intelligence, and your body--” He moaned as his hips moved slightly before he continued,”--your body is built to drive a man wild with desire. When I first saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine.”