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Despite his height, holding Winter up wasn't difficult for Bernard; she was tiny and light as a feather in his arms, and he maneuvered himself down the hallway as she directed them, successfully ignoring the distinct ache he had from being painfully aroused, but having some difficulty not thinking about the way she was nuzzling behind his ear. The room wasn't far, but with a soft, near naked Winter in his arms, it seemed to take forever to get there, but he managed to get the door open and step in without breaking anything or damaging any of the walls, or concussing Winter.

Intensely careful with her, Bernard set her down onto the bed, and he was only able to step back to observe her for a very brief moment, because before he could even reason with himself, he was kissing her again, palms sliding up her sides and over her ribs, thumbs swiping over her nipples again.

And then he was taken with the concern that he might be too aggressive, and he leaned his head back, eyebrows lifted,

"Sorry, am I - uh - am I being too - ?" he asked, stumbling over the words, trying to find a way to say it.
 
Winter smiled as she nuzzled against him. Grinning ear to ear she nibbled him lightly behind the ear. He seemed to carry her with ease, but it felt like it took forever. She giggled when he opened the door and leaned against him as he managed to get her set on the bed. She set the toys and items to the side, and then he was touching her again. His hands sliding up her sides.

She moaned as his thumbs swiped over her nipples. Then her hands worked on getting him as undressed as she was. "Shhhh no Bernard, touch me more... kiss me... show me a different side of life." She whispered as she snuggled against him, her hands dragging across his lower back. She moaned softly and lifted herself up towards him.

"Bernard please, I want this... I want you..." She whispered as she kissed him, nipping the corner of his lip. "Don't make me play with your ears again" She whispered in his ear.
 
The expression of concern faded away, replaced by raised eyebrows and bright eyes as Bernard watched Winter for a long moment, listening to her soft voice, urging him to continue, telling him she - wanted him. Bernard had to close his eyes for a moment to steady himself as she nipped at his mouth, spoke into his ear, sent tiny waves of pleasure through him, and then he was moving again, his mouth against hers, his teeth worrying gently against her bottom lip.

One of his hands went to the back of Winter's head, pulling her into the kiss, while his other hand smoothed over her side and down over her hip. For a moment he hesitated, but then he slid his hand carefully downwards, letting his fingers gently brush between her legs, touching her through the thin material of her panties.
 
Winter shuddered faintly as she watched him. Smiling faintly as he finally listened and continued on. He kissed her then, and nibbled at her lip. She shuddered and groaned faintly her lips working back against his. Whimpering softly in pleasure as she accepted the pleasure he was giving her. She sighed softly as his hands moved, sliding down her body and to her hip.

She pulled back from the kiss and watched him, her eyes going over his as she tangled her fingers in his curly hair now. He slid his hand down slowly and then he touched her, it was such a euphoric feeling that she nearly came up off the bed. Just a light touch, and she was ready to fall apart. "Touch me again..." She whispered softly in his ear.
 
Even though it had been a terribly long time, Bernard could see he was doing something right, because the little sounds and tiny movements that Winter made in response to his touches were encouraging, and her fingers tangled in his hair spurred him on; he moved his mouth to her throat, planting small kisses along the delicate cord of bone and muscle that connected into her collarbone, and he nipped experimentally at the skin there.

And when she arched up off the bed, he did as she requested and moved his fingers against her again, testing out her reactions to each touch, moving his fingertips against her clitoris through the material, stroking her.
 
Winter was blooming beneath his hands, like a winter rose. Befitting considering her coloration. It was a lot like a white rose. She moaned softly as his lips trailed a little lower, her hands stroking through his hair. She ran her hand down along his neck, so that she could feel the expanse of his back underneath her fingertips. "Bernard... I think I'm falling for you..." She whispered softly when he nipped her collarbone, a soft cry following that action.

She moaned faintly when he began stroking her again, her other hand freeing itself from his hair and sliding down his body. Slowly grazing against the front of his pants, it was almost shyly that she did this. But when he starts stroking her, and trying to find what made her cry out best, she gained more courage and firmly stroked him with the heel of her hand.
 
Bernard was eagerly drinking in her responses, committing them to memory as Winter arched and moaned, and he continued to kiss along her collarbone up until the point her hand moved between his legs, and he had to pause for a moment, his eyes closing, a small groan escaping him, and he pressed his forehead briefly against her shoulder as he collected himself, small shudders going down his spine.

And he looked up at her when she spoke, his eyes round as he watched her - falling for him? His eyebrows high, and a curl hanging in front of his face, his expression split into a wide grin that was a little goofy for the situation,

"Really?" he asked brightly, and then bent his head again, another groan escaping him when her palm pressed against him.
 
Winter shuddered, pressing her hand against him a little harder. He seemed to like that, it made her smiled soflty. When he looked up at her and gave her that smile, her heart almost broke right then and there. This was it, this night, and she was falling for him. "Bernard... can you come back... after this is over?" She whispered softly as she stroked him lightly. If he couldn't then she would take everything he had to give, and hold it precious.

Even if it was just once a year, she could see him. She would wait, she had just decided that. If you truly cared about something, you had to wait. She sighed softly and continued to rub him through his pants. "I..." She just couldn't finish her words, just cutting off and pressing closer to him. This was her night with him, she wasn't going to waist it about worrying about other days.
 
Bernard's hips jerked forward instinctively when she pressed her hand against him a little harder, and he gave her a sheepish look, embarrassed by his own physical reaction before he managed to control himself again - which was, frankly, difficult to do with Winter's fingers insistently stroking him like that.

And then came her question, and he cocked his head to the side, looking her over for a long moment, and then moving a hand up to brush a bit of her white blonde hair out of her face,

"I don't think there's any way you could stop me." Bernard said brightly.
 
Pure joy crossed her features, as she watched his reaction. She laughed softly as she rubbed him a little more. Giggling faintly as she rubbed him a little more. She was happy to see him reacting like this. But then she was getting a little nervous for his answer. When he did she laughed softly and kissed him. On the forehead of course, but she still kissed him.

"Let's put some of these items to use..." She whispered softly as she pulled up the oil and put a little unto her fingers, rubbing them together for a moment. Then she turned and slipped her hand into his pants. Nervously and tentatively at first, she stroked him. Stroked him once, and then twice. Gaining her courage she picked up on what she was doing. "Am I doing good?" She asked softly.
 
Bernard smiled when she kissed his forehead, and he watched as she put the oil on her fingers, initially figuring she would apply it to his chest, or his shoulders, or any of the bare skin available right then, but he was taken by surprise when her delicate hand slipped past the waist of his trousers and grasped him. His arms nearly gave out under him from the sensation, almost making him fall on top of her - which, admittedly, wouldn't have been a lot of weight, but still not incredibly graceful.

His eyes were closed when she stroked him once, twice, and the warmth of her skin was unbelievable - but it was quickly followed by a warmth from the oil that made his eyes go wide,

"Very good," he managed to get out, and another groan escaped him, and he leaned in and claimed Winter's mouth again.
 
Winter laughed softly as she noticed his rather open reaction. Her hand was fully, and she kind of liked that feeling of him. It was so soft, and it was... it was just nice. She continued to stroke him, and when he kissed her, she kissed him back. Her mouth moving against his as her hand continued to seek to make him feel the pleasure she had been. Her hips moved up a little, urging him on. He could touch her all he wanted.

If he could keep himself up in the process. He seemed a little unsteady, had it really been that long for him? She hoped he would be alright. She didn't want to kill him or anything. Sure this was all really new for her, but with his age... would it hurt him... Oh sweet Christmas, she needed to stop thinking and just feel. So she did that, she just stopped thinking, and just felt.

Her mouth moving against his, as she kissed him fully in return. Urging him on, urging him to show her what he could make her feel.
 
A small shudder went through Bernard when she stroked them, and he had to force himself not to become too passionate in their kiss, trying to remain exceedingly gentle, not wanting to startle her. After a moment, he had to gently grasp Winter's arm to stop her, to move her hand away, and he broke the kiss in order to plant another kiss against her wrist; it wasn't that he doubted his own stamina, but there were things that he wanted to have her experience that night and - if she kept that up, he wasn't sure how his willpower would hold out.

One hand moved beneath her back, and he began to kiss his way down her neck and over her collarbone, moving down to her breasts, his tongue circling one of her pink areolas, and he used his teeth gently, his fingers tugging at the unattended one for a moment before moving down to her ribcage, kissing along each rib, moving his mouth down her stomach, over her abdomen.

His eyes shifted up to her, alive with light and a peculiar mischief as his fingers moved beneath the sides of her panties and began to slip them down over her hips.
 
Winter enjoyed his reactions, a little giggle rising into the kiss as she continued to make him feel as much pleasure as he was making her. But as soon as she had really started getting into it, his hand gently took her away. She allowed it, and watched as he gently kissed her wrist. She smiled softly at him and tilted her head to the side, waiting to see what it was that her elf was planning on doing.

Pale blue eyes watched his own, as he slowly moved down her body. He lifted her up a little and then started kissing down. Mmm, it was a nice feeling and she was thoroughly enjoying it. "Bernard... what are you playing at..." She teased lightly. Only to gasp as his tongue swirled around her nipple. Causing her to arch more towards him, pushing her closer to the mouth and hand that here teasing her.

HIs hand moved down lover, and so did his mouth. Slowly kissing her in a way that made her feel thoroughly cherished. A small shudder passed over her frame as he kissed her abdomen, his fingers where playing lower and lower. He was sliding them beneath the edge of her panties, and it was making a nice heated blush start up. The pleasure jumped in her, as she arched her hips and legs up, helping him remove the article. What was he planning?
 
He tugged the thin material down over her hips, leaning back to remove it completely; he put his hands on her legs then, sliding his hands up along the length of him, his eyes on her face, watching the pink spread across her nose. His hands stopped, thumbs moving in slow little circles along her inner thighs, feeling the smooth skin, before he leaned down; her skin was so pale, but then there was that shock of pink from her sex, and a light amount of white blonde hair, and he left a kiss on her thigh before moving his mouth to her.

He started off slowly, placing a small kiss between her legs, and then letting his tongue run along her, testing her first reaction.
 
Winter watched him, her eyes widening just a little. Eyes half-closed as she sighed softly, the slide of his hands on her legs was enough to relax her again. This was Bernard, and he wouldn't hurt her. Her eyes closed all the way for a moment, as she released a soft groan. He was rubbing her thighs in circles and it felt wonderful. She sighed and opened her eyes, watching him again. Her eyes holding her feelings in them as she slowly ran her hand through his hair.

There was only a dusting of hair, she would have to shave again soon. She preferred to remain hairless, it was indeed something that was healthier. She shuddered then and closed her eyes, he had kissed her softly on the inside of her thigh. Then he was kissing her there, the sheer feeling made her groan from the light kiss alone.

When his tongue ran along the length of her, she actually moaned fully. Her eyes watching him as the blush deepened. Slowly heading towards as red as her skin could produce. "Bernard..." She said in a whining tone. It felt so good, gods she hoped he realized that.
 
He felt her shift, heard her say his name, and he grinned again, unable to help himself in the face of her surprised response; he decided then that with a little trial and error, he would have her making more of those noises.

He slipped one of his hands beneath her hips then, lifting her slightly, and moved in to swipe his tongue along her again before delving in to move the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, tormenting the sensitive bud. His other hand moved to tease along her opening, fingertips careful while his mouth worked against her.
 
Winter gasped faintly, squirming a little as he shifted her position. Pulling her up a little higher. She gripped unto the sheets now, and released a small sound in the back of her throat. She would be lost, if he kept his up. Her head tilted back and a moan fleeing her lips as his tongue rubbed against her again. His tongue prodding lightly at that sensitive bundle of flesh. She gripped the sheets tighter and moaned softly, his name fleeing her lips.

She wanted more of this, she wanted him to push her over teh edge. She felt his fingers gently moving against her, and she wriggled towards them. This was heaven, this was perfect. It was the best Christmas she had ever had.
 
Bernard smiled at her little gasps and moans; it urged him on, and he moved his tongue away from her clitoris, down, gently teasing at her opening with his tongue now, toying with her and testing her before pushing his tongue further into her. His fingers replaced where his tongue had been then, thumb now teasing at her clitoris.

They had all the time in the world, and he was going to use it to his advantage, and explore her, lavish her with attention in the way that she deserved.
 
Winter came up off of the bed, a near cry of pleasure rocking through the room as she nearly reached her peak. So sensitive, and so pleasured by the male that was trying to bring her pleasure. Her hands shifted and tangled in the sheets, for she feared hurting him. Her small cries turned into louder ones as she rocked her hips up into his mouth. She wanted more, she craved more. His name was a cry that left her lips in a fine stream, her body trying not to writhe too much as the pleasure mounted.
 
Bernard didn't stop or even slow down when Winter's cries began to mount; instead, he doubled his efforts, tongue sliding against her, dipping inside of her and twisting against her sensitive folds to draw out more of those noises, his thumb continuing to work at her. He heard her call his name and a small shudder went through him despite his effort to suppress it; the sound of her being pleasured and crying his name caused a raw sensation up his spine.

He urged her along with his touch, intent on pushing her over the edge.
 
Winter's hands gripped unto the sheets more as her hips rose up off the bed. A gasping moan fleeing her lips as her eyes slid closed. The pleasure was mounting, and she knew it would reach a breaking point. Her mind fluttered with a thought for a moment, but then it was nothing but sweet bliss. She cried out softly then and collapsed. Her body shaking and quivering as she panted for breath. "Sweet White Christmas..." She said in a groggy and gentle tone.

Well that had been a rather strong one...
 
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