Chapter 131

Mistletoe became slightly alarmed by the amount of wetness seeping out of her. “Um. Am I leaking?” Xander stopped licking and sucking and his head popped up. He blinked.

“What?” The question broke the momentum. But one look at her face and he knew she needed reassurance.
“Am I leaking? I am so very wet, down there.” She repeated. He groaned.
“It's normal. The wetness is a good thing. It means you're excited and feel good. It tastes really good, too. Do you feel good, Mistletoe? Am I making you feel good?” She was so close to orgasm, so close. He hoped he could drive her further, once he eased her mind. He moved back up her body and wrapped his arms around her. “Do you want me to stop?”

She considered his words. If he said it was normal, she would have to trust him that it was. She shook her head no.
“No you don't feel good, or no you don't me to stop?” He pressed.
“It feels more than good. It feels like the first rain of spring. Delightful.” She smiled. “Please continue.”
Xander's head disappeared between her thighs once more. He pleasured her with his tongue and fingers and drove her to the edge. He coaxed her to let go. She squeezed her thighs on his head and rose up off the ground, her body vibrating as he hummed against her, pushing her over the edge. She bowed up and cried out. He drank of her essence and savored every last dew-like droplet. He looked up and saw her heavy-lidded gaze on his.

Mistletoe took deep, steadying breaths of air. She knew that she wanted to feel the weight of him against her, the heat of his skin on hers, the strength of his chest on her soft, sensitive breasts. Reaching for him, she drew him up her body and pulled his head down. She tipped her head up and parted her lips slightly. He met them. Her mouth on his was needy and demanding as she swiped along his top lip, nibbling the bottom with the edge of her teeth, nipping him.
The lower half of her body felt itchy against the fabric of his pants as he rested some of his weight on top of her. His jeans were chafing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, awakening different sensations, the contrast of rough and smooth. She kneaded his back with her long fingers, recalling images that Mother-tree and other dryads had shown her of human love-making. She wanted that, more than anything!
“I want you inside me.” She whispered in his ear.
“Now?” He questioned.
“Yes.” Her voice growled. She slid her hands down his back to the top of his jeans. “Take those off. They hurt my skin.”

Xander looked down at the blotchy red spots on her skin and immediately moved away from her to discard the rough jeans. “Mistie, I'm sorry. Are you allergic to denim?” He worried she was having a reaction.
“Huh? Denim? Oh, your garment. My skin does not like man-made things. The redness will go away. Do not leave.” She told him.
“Oh, I'm not leaving. Believe me." He softly chuckled. She glared at him. "I just wanted to give you some breathing room.” He said softly, afraid she might pull back.
“I do not want breathing room. I can breathe just fine as I am. I want you inside me.” She was direct with her needs. “But I want to touch you again first.” She sat up. Xander sat beside her.
She crept her hand into his lap to touch his erection. She held it and stroked it up and down a few times, like she had done briefly the first time. She became bolder and cupped his balls with her other hand. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. “Is this right?”
“Uh huh. Touch the head too. That feels even better.” He sighed as her hands slipped over the head of his cock. A droplet of precum dripped out. She gathered it on her finger and slid it against his flesh. Her hands were hot and moving fast. As she squeezed the tip, she watched curiously as more fluid came out. She touched the tip of her finger to her tongue and tasted and then crawled over to his lap; her long, wild hair tickling the insides of his thighs.
He moaned when her lips kissed the crown of his cock and the fear of those magical vines never quite registered. When his cock jumped at her touch, she giggled. His balls tightened up and he groaned, putting his hands on her head and guiding her up to his face.
“Are you ready for me to be inside of you?” He whispered. Her touch and mouth was going to drive him to shoot his seed before he was ready to. He needed to be inside of her. This foreplay was driving him insane. She could explore and taste all she wanted another time. He needed her with an immediacy that shocked him.
“Will it hurt? It looks too big for my space.” She moved her fingers down to spread her lips, looking from her wetness to his hardness.
“It might hurt a little at first. I'll be gentle with you. Your puss-.” Xander rethought his phrasing. “Your space will make room for me.”
The lovely flush of her cheeks traveled down her neck to bloom pink on her breasts. He pulled her into his lap, swept her hair off her neck and kissed it. She wriggled her bottom against him and wrapped her arms around his neck snuggling in close as he kissed her forehead, trying to ease her mind. Despite her hesitancy, her eyes were glazed over with need.
“Ready.” Mistletoe said. She climbed off his lap and lay on her back, opening her legs in welcome, stretching her arms up to him. He looked down at her, a hungry gleam in his eye as his gaze swept down her face, pausing at her rosebud mouth, wet, as she licked her lips. He leaned over her, capturing that sweet mouth in a kiss driven by need; probing and teasing.
His lips traveled down her graceful neck, which was arched slightly as she looked up at him. Swiping his tongue across her enticing collarbone, he smirked at the shiver he saw run through her. His tongue dipped down into the valley between her small breasts, swirling against each nipple as he made his way to the away from her breast. He nibbled his way down the side of her abdomen. She giggled and made a movement to cover herself with her hands. He took her hands and placed them above her head, one hand holding both wrists, as his lips reached the sexy curve of her hip. He nipped lightly.

Mistletoe's breath was stuck in her throat as the tickling sensation of his mouth all over her, sent a series of shivers throughout her body. She wanted to touch herself. But he was holding her hands in his and wouldn't let go. She grumbled at him and he came back up, chuckling softly in her ear, his hot breath fanning across her neck.
He stroked feather light fingers upon her soft curls. Gasping, she closed her legs automatically. He tucked his hand between her legs, nudging them open, caressing the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She took a deep breath and relaxed her body, letting his fingers enter her to flit against her core. His fingers delved deeply and when he reached a spot deep within, he his finger upward. She arched her back in response, gasping. The air seemed to hum with energy.

Her slickness let Xander know that she was wet enough and ready for him. He let go of her wrists, lay his body over hers, fitting between her legs, and framed her face with his hands.
“Take a deep breath, Mistletoe.” He told her. Her chest rose with the action and she nodded. He lined up his hardness with the entrance to her pussy and slowly, ever so slowly parted the pink lips with the head of his cock.
“Are you alright?” Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed. He stopped. She tensed up and he wondered if she was worried about his size. She looked worried. Maybe he needed to reassure her again that he would be gentle. He wanted her to be at ease and to believe him. He lifted her hips up and stroked her back tenderly.
“Just relax sweetheart. Are you sure this is what you want?” Xander had patience, but this was nearing on torture.
“It is not that I want it so much that I need it. Maybe you should do it faster.” She suggested sheepishly.
“Now!”
He covered her mouth with his and slipped his tongue in to find hers, sucking on it. At the moment when he felt her resistance drop, her walls crumble, he quickly pushed the head passed her barrier; swallowing her brief scream of discomfort.

She lurched away from him, but he held her still, pushing deeper, filling her, letting her body adjust to his girth and length. He wasn't the biggest guy, but he was endowed enough to know that her tightness would need to be stretched before she would feel pleasure.
“You're so tight. You feel so good!” He breathed in her ear. “I'm going to pull out a little and push back in so that your body will accept me more. Hold onto me.” He slid his cock half way out of her and then pushed back in. Her hips rolled up to meet him as her nails dug into his back. She whimpered as he started thrusting slowly. He sheathed himself inside of her and grunted when her muscles gripped him. He lost himself in the magic of the moment.
Mistletoe wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. She gave her body over to the indescribable, new sensations he was awakening within her. Digging her heels into him, she rocked with the motions of his thrusts, her breath coming out in gasps, moaning into his hair.
She thrashed her head back and forth against the grass as Mother Earth cradled her body. She opened her eyes and stared up.
Mother-tree's leaves were changing and becoming afire with autumnal colors: crimson, amber, gold, burnt orange. She sang out, reveling in the glory of their union. A curious pressure built within her. She moaned from deep in her throat as his hands traveled up her shoulders to grip her hair in his hands, lifting her head off the ground to plunder her mouth with his tongue, mimicking everything his cock was doing to her core.