by Ali Parker
I reached down, grabbing the hand that was between my legs and pulling his finger out. “I want you,” I breathed.
His eyes met mine. “Fuck,” he mumbled, moving over me.
His cock slid inside me with one thrust. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of all that power being pushed inside my body. I moaned, rolling my head side to side as my body adjusted around his girth. I could feel the pussy spasms squeezing him and pulling him in deeper. He hissed and cursed under his breath as he pushed in deeper.
His face was just above mine as he supported himself on his elbows. “This is why,” he groaned.
I opened my eyes to look at him. “Why?” I asked, my head filled with so much passion I couldn’t think straight.
“This is why I can’t last. Your pussy is sweet and wet and so god damn tight. I’m helpless to fight against the pull of ecstasy. I want to stay buried inside you for hours.”
I offered a languid smile, my fingertips sliding up and down his ribcage. “I like you buried inside me.”
He jerked, sucking in another pull of air through clenched teeth. “That. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I smiled, opening my legs wider before clamping them around his butt and pulling him in deeper. He groaned and began to move in short, quick bursts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. My tongue darted inside his mouth, sucking on his tongue and languishing in the feel of our bodies joined together.
He rocked against me before pulling away from me. He pulled my hips up, resting my butt on his thighs before he pushed back inside me. The new angle had his heavy cock scraping over fresh nerve endings that had been previously untouched. He moved slowly and purposefully, watching me as he fucked me.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. It was exquisite. I could feel the power of his body inside me and under me. His hard thighs flexed under my ass with each thrust inside my body. He reached up one hand and squeezed my breast while his other hand anchored me on him. He methodically moved in and out, in and out, until I was slapping at the floor under me.
The orgasm was so close, just out of reach. He was purposely dragging it out. He was determined not to go too fast. I grew anxious and frustrated and desperate for release. I reached up, grabbing one of his strong arms and digging my nails into his flesh. “Now, please,” I begged.
He shook his head. “Not. Yet.”
I cried out. Hovering on the edge of rapture was making me crazy. I thrashed on the floor, his body rock hard and unwavering as he continued his slow glide in and out.
“Dammit!” I shouted.
“More,” he rasped the words.
“I can’t,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He placed a hand on my belly, the wide width stretching across my middle. “Just a little more,” he encouraged.
I felt like I would die a thousand deaths before he gave me what I wanted. What I needed. My body felt taut. I could feel the orgasm clawing at me, desperate to erupt. “Gabriel,” I said. “I can’t.”
His large hand slid down farther, hovering over the place where we were joined together. He slid one finger close to the center until he found the throbbing nub and began to rub.
My eyes shot open, my hips bucking forward. “Oh god!” I screamed. The pleasure was beyond intense. He rubbed harder and faster.
“That’s it, that’s the spot,” he encouraged.
I exploded. I was convinced I had died. Stars erupted behind my eyelids that were squeezed tightly closed. I moaned and shouted and cursed as powerful waves of pure bliss slammed into me. I tried to get away, my body unable to process the copious amounts of pleasure being thrust upon me. Inside me. His cock had enlarged inside me and was stretching me beyond capacity.
It was all too good. His own shouts of elation fueled my own pleasure. I felt caught up in a wave, being tumbled and tossed around on a wild ride. When I finally crashed to the surface of reality, Gabriel was over me. His body jerked once and then again as he sucked in air.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my hands stroking up and down his back as I tried to soothe him. “Holy shit. I think you almost killed me.”
His rumbling laugh against my chest told me that made him very happy. “I think I did die there for a second or two. My heart stopped.”
I held him close, absorbing the heat from his body as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. In all my years, I had never experienced anything so completely visceral. I felt it in every cell, every nerve. It was almost terrifying to have felt so much pleasure.
We rested on the rug in front of the fire for a long while. I didn’t think either of us had the strength to move. When the fire began to die and the cool air washed over our skin, it was time to move.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, getting up.
He helped me up, and on legs that were still shaking, we walked to his bed. I climbed into the bed beside him, deciding it was much more comfortable with him in it. I rested my head on his chest and sighed with contentment. “It’s been a long time since I’ve fallen asleep with a man,” I told him.
He chuckled, his arm wrapping around and holding me close. “Me too,” he joked.
I smiled, letting myself fall asleep in his strong, capable arms.
Chapter 19
Gabriel
I was still half asleep when my mind emerged into a semi-conscious state. The weight of her body on mine was better than any warm blanket. I wrapped my arms a little tighter around her, inhaling the scent of her. She was a beautiful creature. I could get very used to waking up with her in my arms. Hell, I could get very used to going to sleep with her in my arms.
I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to wake her. I wanted to lie with her all day.
A soft groan escaped her lips. “What time is it?” she whispered in a sleepy voice.
“I’m not sure. I don’t want to move.”
Her breath washed over my chest. “As much as I would like to spend the day lying naked in your arms, duty calls.”
“I’ll make some coffee,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
She rolled out of bed, leaving an emptiness that had little to do with the absence of her body and more about the absence of her presence. I watched her walk naked to the bathroom. She paused at the door and turned to give me a playful smile.
I got out of bed, pulled on my underwear, and went into the living area. I put the coffee on first before stoking the fire. There was a chill in the air. I missed the warmth of her body draped over mine. I was going to have a hard time getting a good night’s sleep without her to keep me warm.
She came into the living room just as I was pulling the full pot out. I poured two cups and slid one over to her. She was wearing one of my T-shirts. It covered her butt and little else. It was incredibly sexy and made me think about taking her right back into the bedroom for a little morning delight.
“Can I make you some eggs?” I asked.
“I’d like that,” she said, taking the cup. She wrapped her hands around it, blowing on it before taking the first drink.
I found myself watching her. Her gaze met mine. “Sorry, you look so sexy. I can’t help but watch.”
She grinned, running a hand over her unruly curls. “I’m not sure I feel sexy but thank you.”
“You’re stunning.”
“Thank you. Can I go outside?”
I shrugged. “If you want to. It might be a little chilly.”
“I don’t mind,” she said with a smile. “I’m usually cold all the time, but I don’t feel cold.”
I laughed. “You will after being out there for a few minutes in nothing but my T-shirt.”
She winked. “I’ve got panties on.”
“We’ll see how long they stay on,” I replied.
I watched as she pulled open the door. I expected her to jump back inside. She didn’t. The door closed behind her. I knew exactly what she was feeling in the moment. I often did the same thing. That first blast of cold m
ountain air was invigorating. It had a great way of starting the day off on the right foot.
When the door opened a few minutes later, I looked up from the frying pan. “Whew!” she exclaimed, walking straight for the fire. “That was insane! I’ve never done anything like that!”
“It feels good, huh?”
“Do you do that?” she asked.
I laughed. “I have gone outside in my birthday suit a time or two.”
“No! Really?”
I nodded. “No one is around. Feel free to try it. I won’t mind.”
She giggled. “I’m sure you wouldn’t. I think I’m good. Maybe another time.”
“I hope there is another time.”
I fried the bacon, popped some bread in the toaster, and served her a plate filled with fluffy eggs. We sat down at my small table to eat our breakfast.
“Does it snow here?” she asked.
I shrugged. “We get some snow. The higher elevations get more.”
“I bet it’s pretty when it does,” she said.
“It’s beautiful. I can’t even describe how beautiful it is. Everything feels clean and crisp and it really makes you happy to be alive.”
She smiled. “I think I’d like to see that one day.”
“You’re always welcome here.”
She let out a long sigh. “I’d like to come back, but with Christmas around the corner, I’ve got a lot on my plate.”
“Do you do a big celebration?” I asked.
“I try. We have an artificial tree that I need to put up. I know the girls are going to be dying to put ours up after spending the weekend with my mom. They were going to be putting her stuff up, and my mom goes all out.”
I smiled, picturing a cozy home with Christmas decorations galore. “That sounds nice.”
“Do you put up a tree?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I do a little Charlie Brown tree. Not really a lot of celebrating. I’m more of the type who enjoys every single day and not just one day.”
“Gabriel, who do you spend the holidays with?”
“Sometimes Leo. Most times, it’s just me and the forest.” I didn’t want her pity. I didn’t want her to feel bad for me. I was used to being alone and, in most situations, I preferred it. Sometimes, too many people stressed me out. Solitude wasn’t a bad thing. People of today’s world thrived on noise and chaos. And fucking gadgets. I hated the guests that showed up at the retreat with phones and tablets and were so busy taking pictures, they missed what was happening right in front of them.
“Come to my house,” she blurted out. “I want you to come to Portland.”
I visibly cringed, recoiling from the invitation to spend time in the city. I did the city thing once a month and only because I had to.
“I don’t mind being alone,” I told her. “I have learned to appreciate the silence. It’s the little things that truly count. You can’t beat waking up on a cold, snowy morning and sipping a cup of coffee with zero interruptions. It’s like the birds don’t even dare to sing. It’s breathtaking.”
“I’m sure it is, and it does sound amazing, but I am inviting you to my house. You are the first man I’ve invited to my house.”
“Really?” I asked with surprise.
She frowned. “Yes, really. I haven’t been with a man since Trent. I told you that.”
“I know, but I can’t believe you don’t have a long line of men pounding on your door. If I lived in the city, I would have been on you like a buck in rut.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea what that means, but it sounds very, uh, intense.”
I laughed. “Sorry. That was blunt. It means I would have been hot for you.”
She smiled. “I see. Don’t change the subject. I’ve been to yours. Now you should come to mine.”
I grinned. “I’ve shown you mine, and now you want to show me yours.”
“Something like that,” she replied. “The girls would be thrilled to see you again.”
I mulled it over before an idea came to mind. “Why don’t you guys come here?” I suggested.
She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know.”
“The girls like it here. I can do something special for them.”
“My mom,” she said.
“Bring her.”
“What?”
“We can make dinner here.”
“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. “I don’t want to impose. This is your business.”
I reached out and grabbed her hand. “It’s not an imposition. I would be thrilled to have you guys here. Your mom too. We can put her in her own cabin. I can give you guys my cabin. I’ll take one of the other ones.”
“No way am I kicking you out of your bed again,” she said with a laugh.
“Then join me in it.”
“I can’t,” she grimaced.
I nodded. “I know. I understand. But you can sleep well in my bed.”
“I’ll talk to my mom,” she finally agreed.
I grinned, thrilled at the idea of having them over. It didn’t matter that it was Christmas. I was just thrilled with the idea of having company—not company, her. I wanted to spend more time with her.
“Let me know. I’ll order a feast.”
“You don’t have to do that. My mom and I usually cook.”
“I can’t invite you over and then ask you to cook dinner,” I told her.
She smiled, shaking her head. “You don’t know my mom. She’ll insist on making a big ham.”
I shrugged. “Okay, she can make a ham and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“You’re persistent.” She laughed.
“I am when I want something.”
She took a bite of the crunchy bacon. “Me too.”
“Good. So, what can I get the girls for Christmas?”
“No,” she said, holding up her fork. “You are not going to buy them gifts.”
I shrugged. I was too, but I wouldn’t argue with her about it. “What about you? What can I get for you?”
“Us being here is plenty,” she said. “I know you make your living by renting the place out.”
I grinned, leaning back in my chair, my eyes roaming over her. “I know what you can get me,” I said with a grin.
She grinned. “Who said I was getting you anything?”
“You will. I want you. I want you with a big red bow and nothing else.”
“Not even a little bit of red lace?” she asked.
My cock jerked at the thought of her in red lace. I licked my lips. “Red lace,” I said, bobbing my head. “I like red lace.”
She winked. “We’ll see.”
“You’re so mean,” I groaned. “I’m going to be suffering.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll sneak over to your cabin again.”
“You better,” I growled.
She got up from the table, the shirt riding high on her ass. I stared at the sexy cheeks and got up to follow her into the kitchen. She was standing at the sink when I walked up behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass. My mouth dropped to her neck, nuzzling through her hair.
“You’re going to make it very difficult for me to leave,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side and giving me full access to her neck.
“That’s my plan,” I answered, stepping against her and letting her feel the erection straining against the cotton underwear I had on.
I reached around, sliding my hand over her breast before wedging it between the sink and her body. I found my way under the panties, slipping a finger inside her wet heat. She didn’t resist. I took that as my cue to grab myself a quickie before she went on her way. I took her, driving myself into her until we were both gasping and groaning with pleasure.
“You make it very hard to leave,” she gasped, turning to face me.
I pulled up my underwear and dropped a kiss on her lips. “That’s the plan.”
She pushed against my bare chest, the heat from her palm practically searing m
e. “I have to go.”
I stepped away, letting her get dressed. I quickly dressed as well before walking her to her car. “Please come back,” I said.
“I’ll talk to my mom,” she said. “I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to come here. I know the girls will be thrilled.”
“I look forward to seeing you all.”
She gave me a quick kiss before getting in her car. I opened the gate and waved as she passed through. She was making me crave companionship. I thought I was okay being alone.
She was making me rethink everything I knew about myself.
Chapter 20
Cadence
My trip to the mountains was becoming addicting. Once again, my body hummed. I felt satiated and tingly and so damn good. I had never had the inclination to experiment with drugs during my youth, but I had a feeling the euphoria I felt was what the addicts chased. I wanted another round with Gabriel. The little quickie in the kitchen had been satisfying, but I wanted more.
I knew I was glowing. I felt happy from the inside out. When I pulled to a stop in front of my mom’s house, I had to laugh. Her Christmas decorations were scattered about the lawn. I knew her very well. She would arrange them in her usual way once the girls were gone.
I knocked once on the door before letting myself in. “I’m here,” I called. I could smell the cookies. It was my mom’s not-so-secret twist—a dash of peppermint extract.
“In here,” she said.
I walked into the kitchen, finding it was just her. “Where are the girls?”
“They helped me with a batch of cookies and declared they were done. They’re in the back room playing with their dolls.”
I snatched a cookie and took a bite. “Were they good?”
“Of course. Was he?”
“Was he what?” I asked, enjoying the moist cookie.
“Was he good?”
I stopped with the cookie halfway to my mouth. “Mom!”
“Oh please, I’m not a virgin. Did you have a nice time?”
I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. “I did. I had a really good time. Thank you for watching them for me.”