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Chapter 5

When we'd finally got to the charity evening the previous night, it had all gone fine. Edward had a large sack in the sleigh – of presents, that is, and we'd handed them out to the children there. We also gave sleigh rides. It was amazing how many men were willing to let their wives and children ride away into the distance with the beautiful Edward, just for the chance to stand with me in Mrs. P's boots. I was starting to wonder if they had some sort of magical powers; I certainly didn't usually attract this level of attention from the opposite sex. Although he didn't say anything, I got the feeling that Edward wasn't impressed with the admiring glances I was receiving from the other men. He threw anxious glances back at me whenever he drove the sleigh away and left me with another husband with a wandering eye and when he returned from each trip he would head straight back to my side and stand tapping his foot, the bell sounds appearing to come from his curly-toed shoes, although I'd recognise the actual sound of his tinkling testicles anywhere.

I noticed that things had started to change slightly between us. He didn't make an effort to keep his distance anymore; he'd stand close and happily touch me whenever the opportunity arose. Whenever I looked up at his face, his gorgeous green eyes were gazing back at me, seemingly full of emotion. I was also beginning to feel something for him, this mythical creature who could create sensations like no other just by jangling his balls at me. I wasn't sure if it was possible for us to have a future together, but I knew that I would be beyond sad when my job came to an end after Christmas and we weren't spending hours in each other's company.

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The sleigh stopped outside my house. I sat there unmoving for a moment, reluctant to leave him. Finally I admitted defeat and sighed and he turned to me, a smile on his face.

"What's wrong Bella?" he asked in his smooth, velvet tones. I looked back at him, his beauty striking me again as I wondered how on earth I'd been lucky enough to attract this elegant elf, however limited our time together might be.

"Nothing's wrong," I told him, reflecting his smile. "I just had such a nice time with you tonight, I'm not sure I want it to end."

He reached forward and stroked my face tenderly, watching his fingers as they traced a path down my cheek.

"Me neither," he whispered, leaning toward me and brushing his lips against mine. I was hungry for more but he sat back up, running his hand through his tousled hair, seemingly nervous. I looked at him, wondering if I should be worried, but then he spoke again. "Uh, Bella, you're not working tomorrow are you?" he asked me. I shook my head.

"No, I'm not in again until Wednesday evening," I told him. His eyes met mine.

"I've got something I need to do for work tomorrow evening from home and I wondered if you'd like to help me with it?" He was watching me expectantly as my heart leapt in my chest.

"Sure, Edward, I'd love to," I told him, wondering what it was. He looked relieved at my agreement to help him out.

"I'll look forward to it then, I'll pick you up at seven thirty," he told me, reaching his arms forward, placing his hands on the back of my neck and pulling me toward him, tilting his mouth toward me. His lips met mine and parted straight away, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth to find mine. We kissed deeply and erotically for what seemed like an age, but instantly felt as though it were over to quickly when he pulled away again. I made a grumbling noise in complaint and he smiled at me apologetically.

"I really need to be going," he sighed. I nodded and unwrapped the blanket from around myself as he jumped out of the sleigh, his balls jingling loudly as his feet hit the ground. He turned and stood in front of me as I waited to climb down from the sleigh, his gaze lingering on the boots and then travelling up to my bare thighs below the indecently short hemline of the skirt. He placed his hands on my waist and lifted me down, placing me gently on the snow-covered ground, but not removing his hands from my waist.

"Good night, Bella," he said

"Good night, jin.." I paused, horrified at what had nearly come out of my mouth. "Edward," I corrected myself quickly. He laughed quietly at me, obviously not offended, and then bent to kiss me again. He slid his hands away then and I reluctantly walked away from him and toward my front door. I turned and waved as I unlocked the door and he waved back from the sleigh, then with a flick of the reins he moved away and was gone.

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He arrived five minutes the following evening. I'd debated wearing my usual jeans when I was getting ready, but decided with ten minutes until Edward was due to pick me up, to change into a skirt and low cut top. There was nothing more to my decision than the fact I wanted him to fuck me again and I was sure these clothes would make it more likely to happen and easier if it did. I'd decided to risk wearing Mrs. P's boots again and was just zipping the last one up when I heard a car outside. I crossed to the window and saw that it was Edward. I offered a small wave and ran downstairs, pausing to scribble a note to Charlie to let him know that his dinner was in the pot on the stove, and left the house.

"You look nice," Edward told me as I climbed into the car.

"Thanks," I replied smiling to myself, quite a promising start to the evening.

We drove to his house. I'd never seen anything like it. It was huge and beautiful, a far cry from Charlie's house.

He led me inside and I noticed that there was no sign of anyone else.

"Where is everybody?" I asked him as we walked through the spacious living area, decorated luxuriantly for Christmas in much the same manner as Carlisle's office had been, even down to the huge roaring open fire with a thick sheepskin rug in front of it.

"Oh, they're all working the night shift tonight," he explained, that twinkle lighting up his eyes as he looked at me.

"Oh," I replied, then "Ohhh." As the realisation of his intentions sank in and the air rushed from me, my stomach flipping and my centre twitching and contracting. He smiled devilishly and I'd never seen anything as horny.

"I wasn't lying about the work, Bella. We do have something important we need to do."

He led me, jingling gently, through to the impressively grand and modern kitchen, the only light shining from the stove hood. He gestured toward a stool at the island bar with his hand. I pulled myself up onto it as gracefully as I could in my skirt, grateful for the extra inches that the boots gave me. He crossed to the stove top where four pans sat and lit the burners beneath them.

I felt awkward at the scene.

"Uh, Edward? You didn't say we'd be eating." I swept my hand toward the pans. "Only, I already ate and—" He smiled reassuringly.

"We're not eating, Bella. Just tasting." He turned to stir whatever was in the pans. A delicious, festive smell began to emanate from them now. "I promised Mary that I would." He turned back to me and saw the puzzled expression on my face. "Mary's the head cook in the staff cafeteria, she's the best we have. She gave me one of her Christmas puddings and three versions of her brandy sauce to choose my favourite for her to serve."

I shook my head, amused. I was beginning to realise that he must have nearly all of the female staff of Cullen's wrapped around his little finger.

"I should probably warn you," he said, his face more serious now. "Brandy sauce is my passion. I mean, I can't resist it, ever. It's as though it sings to me." He inhaled deeply and sighed passionately as the aroma filled his nostrils. I giggled at him as he turned back to tend the sauce.

It wasn't long before the pudding had finished re-heating in one of the pans and the sauces were ready. Edward fussed around, pouring the sauces into bowls, setting out portions of Christmas pudding and laying down spoons on the counter top before taking a stool across the island from me.

We got started on the tasting. It would have been hilarious if Edward wasn't so hot. I was enthralled every time he placed the spoon in his mouth. He was really savouring the experience, slowly drawing the now-empty spoon out of his mouth again, chewing slowly, swallowing and licking his perfect, pink lips with his exquisite tongue. The noises coming from his mouth were enough to make me squirm on my chair. I'd never heard him make those noises with his pants still zipped up before.

He'd just finished eating a spoonful and was still licking his lips as I raised my own spoon to my mouth, his eyes watching its progress. I'd opened my mouth to put the spoon in, when some of the sauce dripped off the front of the spoon, landed on my chest and ran down between my breasts. I froze as I heard a loud and throaty gasp and looked up. Edward was watching the sauce running down my smooth skin, a look of longing on his face. He moved his gaze up to my eyes and looked at me as though I were something to eat. I smirked slightly and tipped the spoon again, deliberately this time.

"Oops," I said as another, larger trickle of the sauce followed the first one into my cleavage.

Edward's eyes narrowed and then he was on his feet, his stool clattering over onto the tiles behind him. Before I had chance to react, he'd reached me, spun me around on my stool and lowered his head to my chest, his slick tongue running up and down my chest in long strokes, lapping up the sticky sauce from my skin, every touch of him causing me to shiver in ecstasy, my nipples hardening beneath my clothes and moisture pooling between my legs. He lifted his head and held my arms up, yanking my top up over my head and then reaching around me to undo my bra. He picked up a spoon and one of the bowls from the counter and held it in front of me. He dipped the spoon in the bowl and then brought it out again, drizzling the sauce over my right breast. It ran slowly downward and over my nipple. I gasped at the warmth and Edward all but threw the bowl down again and bent his head, taking my brandy sauce-covered nipple into his mouth and sucking it firmly. Without moving his mouth away he began to circle his tongue around, making sure he'd got all of the sauce off. When he'd removed all of the sauce, he released my rock-hard nipple and concentrated on cleaning the sticky white substance from the rest of my breast. When he'd finished he repeated the whole thing on my left breast. I was trembling on the stool by the time he'd cleaned me up again, the whole experience had been fantastically erotic.

I reached forward, my eyes on his, and unbuttoned his jeans. I stood and pushed them down with his underwear, then moved him and shoved him roughly onto the stool where I'd just been sitting, balls jangling roughly. I pulled his jeans and shorts off his legs and stood up. He was sitting with his legs splayed, his cock standing hard and beautiful. I raised an eyebrow at him as he watched me and then took the bowl and spoon and drizzled him with the sauce. He groaned loudly and his cock twitched. I bent down and stroked one finger across the white sauce, smearing it slightly, then bent down and licked it off in one stroke of my tongue. He groaned again and I smiled up at him. I picked the bowl and spoon up again, but this time I poured the sauce onto my hand. I put them back down and then closed my hand into a fist. Making sure he was watching I opened it again to see my hand coated thickly. I reached for him and grasped him, stroking him up and down until he was glistening with the sauce and moaning with pleasure. I bent again and took him into my mouth, sliding him in and out, circling him with my tongue until there was no trace of the brandy taste left. I repeated my actions again and again as he grew bigger and harder. The drizzling onto him, the covering my hand and coating him with it and the sucking it all off again. After a while his groaning became louder and his hands tangled in my hair, allowing him to control the pace. He moved in and out of my mouth more quickly, his balls jangling in time and his cock throbbing with the early thrusts of his climax. He grunted and moaned as his thrusts became erratic and he pumped his jingle juice into my mouth, over and over. I swallowed every drop, sucking him clean as I slid my mouth off him.

I looked up at him and smiled at the lazy, blissful curve to his mouth.

"You never told me," I said to him as I straightened up and leaned forward to kiss him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and tasted himself, then broke away again.

"Told you what?" he asked me, smiling wider now and obviously knowing exactly what I was referring to.

"That jingle juice tastes of brandy sauce," I told him, laughing as I leaned forward to kiss him again.

"Was it a nice surprise?" he asked, his lips virtually on mine still as his hands ran up the backs of my thighs and onto my behind where they stopped, stroking the skin gently.

"Yes," I whispered, still incredibly turned on.

We kissed deeply again, hungry tongues tangling sensuously together as the moisture increased inside my panties. As we kissed he moved his hands out and found the zipper for my skirt. He pulled it down and the fabric fell to the floor around my feet. I stepped out of it and kicked it to one side as he pulled my panties down and I stepped out of those too so I was standing between his legs, naked but for the boots. Felt him move an arm and heard a clatter as the bowls on the counter were pushed to one side. He pushed me away slightly to give himself room to stand, then turned me with my back to the counter and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me onto the top. He looked into my eyes as he lifted my boots onto the counter too and spread my legs apart.

"Let's see if you taste of brandy sauce too," he teased me, before filling a spoon and holding it above my centre, letting it drip down and run, over my clit, making me gasp, down into the wet folds. He did it again so that I was covered and then bent down to lick and suck every drop deliciously from my most sensitive parts. Again and again he did it, driving me crazy with the heady sensations and pushing me higher and higher toward the peak and the inevitable ecstatic plunge. My breath was coming in gasps and I was groaning loudly, almost there, when he took two fingers and pushed them inside me, working them in time with his tongue. That was all it took to push me over the edge, I came on his fingers and tongue, crying out loudly over and over, pushing myself onto him and simultaneously grabbing his hair in my hand to pull him deeper into me.

As I lay back gasping, trying to catch my breath, I lifted my head and looked him in the eye, fighting the urge to groan again as I watched him licking his lips.

"So?" I asked him breathlessly. "Do I taste like brandy sauce?"

"No," he replied, pulling me up so I was sitting up. "You taste better."

I moaned gently as he leaned in and kissed me softly so I could taste myself. "You're definitely saucy though," he added and kissed me again as my heart soared.

A/N So, jingle juice tastes like brandy sauce? Who'd have thought it?!

What would be your flavour of choice? ;o)