Snow Days (The Hope Falls Series)

by Shawn, Melanie

  She watched, captivated by the look on his face, a mixture of awe and lust, as he gently urged her knees apart and exposed her slick and shimmering center. It was worth all of the waiting that she had done—not just since she had met Matt, but over the course of her entire life.

  Then he slid his hands up her quivering inner thighs, causing little lightning bolts of pleasure to race through her legs. When his hands arrived at her core, he placed his thumbs on her outer lips and pressed them apart. A guttural moan vibrated through him as he lowered his mouth to her swollen sex, engulfing her most tender flesh in his hot mouth. She felt the hard tip of his tongue moving insistently up and down her slick seam until he finally settled on her pleasure button.

  As he focused his efforts there, she felt a mind-blowing pleasure quake through her. She could honestly say that, once again, what her body was feeling right now was so far beyond anything she had ever experienced that, not only was it more than she had ever known, it was more than she had ever even imagined possible. Never in her wildest dreams and fantasies had she imagined that she was capable of such physical pleasure.

  Her ecstasy climbed up yet another notch when she felt Matt thrust his fingers inside her as he continued to use his tongue to stimulate her. She felt her inner muscles fluttering around his thick finger as the ache in her lower belly began to spasm, and she arched her back even further, thrusting her hips hard onto Matt's unrelenting tongue and fingers, intensifying the overwhelming orgasm that was beginning to tear through her.

  Even as the mind-numbing sensation overwhelmed her, she was still impressed, in a small corner of her brain that had maintained a vague awareness, that Matt was able to quite smoothly maintain contact with her body with both his mouth and fingers through every moment of her rocking hips. The sensations he was causing in her, which were driving her to ever greater heights of ecstasy, never ceased or even paused momentarily as she fully experienced every last second of her amazing orgasm. Matt stayed with her, drawing out her pleasure, until the final spasms of her shattering release.

  When she was finally able to open her eyes and form coherent thoughts again, she was thrilled to see that Matt stood before her now, every bit as naked as she was. Her eyes hungrily roamed his physique over his broad shoulders and strong muscular chest, down the corrugated leanness of his flat abdomen, before landing on his thick manhood jutting out from his groin. She stared at his stiff erection in fascination then reached out and began to stroke it. She was pleased when he grasped her shoulder for support and groaned in clear pleasure.

  It hadn't actually occurred to her when she initially reached out and touched him that, yes, of course, it would bring him pleasure. She had just been so entranced by his impressive shaft that she’d simply had to touch it. It had merely seemed like a further exploration, like an extension of looking at it.

  She loved the smooth, velvety feeling of his hard column of flesh beneath her touch. The feeling of his penis, heavy and throbbing in her hands, quickened her pulse and sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Her core began once again pulsing with renewed arousal.

  Wanting to see if he felt as good as she did, Amy looked up at Matt to see his closed eyes and his face so full of sensation and concentration. That sight caused her to become more serious about her intent to bring him as much pleasure as possible—the way he had done for her. She began to stroke him in earnest, paying close attention to every last twitch and buck of his hips to best judge the types of caresses that brought him the optimal pleasure. She approached this task the same way she had approached her overall experiment—gather the data and then act on it.

  She got a huge reaction—or a 'spike in the data,' as she called it in her own mind—when she took his straining erection in her mouth and closed her lips over it. Yes, that was definitely a pattern worth repeating, and she took mental note of it.

  She was beginning to like this experiment a lot, and not just for the edification it was providing. This was just fun, in the best possible sense of the word. Amy loved exploring Matt’s body and knowing that her touch and her mouth caused him to feel pleasure.

  Suddenly, the encounter took a turn she was not expecting—one that the data, in her opinion, had not suggested it might.

  Matt placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away from him.

  “Wait,” he gasped. “Hold on.”

  She was puzzled. “Why?” she asked. “Weren't you enjoying it?”

  He smiled. “A little too much.”

  She frowned in consternation. “How can you enjoy something too much?”

  He shook his head. “I was going to come.”

  She was even more confused. “Is that a bad thing? Shouldn't that be the goal? Aren't mutual orgasms the hallmark of a mutually satisfying sexual encounter?”

  Amy was starting to feel a little unsure of herself. Had all of her research been wrong? Had the data been leading her astray?

  Matt smiled down at her, brushing her hair back from her face. “Absolutely, beautiful girl. But not like this. That's not how I want it to be.”

  Amy understood what he meant, then, as he quickly pulled a condom in its wrapper from his pants pocket where they’d been discarded on the floor and slid it on. He positioned himself between her knees and looked straight into her eyes. “I want to come like this.” He pressed the engorged head of his shaft at her slick opening. “Inside of you,” he said as he eased himself inside of her wet heat, entering her fully in one deep thrust.

  Oh, God! That feels so good!

  Matt leaned down so that his arms were on either side of Amy’s face, resting his forehead against hers. He spoke through gritted teeth. “God, you feel so fucking good. So tight, baby.”

  Amy’s hands pushed into the mattress as Matt filled her to the brim. The gnawing need she had felt throughout the whole encounter began to subside as it was fulfilled, and an epiphany flooded through her—mutual orgasms weren't the goal of a satisfying sexual encounter. God, no. It was this! This feeling. That was the goal.

  Intimacy.

  With Matt buried deep inside of her, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was what she had been missing for her entire life. This was what her body—and her soul—had been crying out for and what she had never even really known existed until she met Matt.

  He began to move, slowly at first, gliding in and out of her snug, wet passage. Wrapping her arms around him, she let her hands roam his back greedily. She loved the feeling of his weight above her, his muscles rippling beneath her fingertips as he drove inside of her.

  Matt leaned up on his elbow, moving one hand down Amy’s body and gripping her hip firmly with his strong fingers. The movement caused Amy’s hips to tilt slightly up, and she felt another powerful orgasm building inside of her at the exact same instant that Matt groaned and squeezed her flesh tightly.

  Amy’s fingers dug into Matt’s firm shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on with all of her might while their bodies shuddered together toward climax. Behind her closed eyes, she saw twinkling lights, and her brain felt like it was swirling, engulfed in a tornado of sensation.

  As their movements stilled and their bodies cooled, Matt rolled over, bringing Amy with him, and she lay snuggled against him, trailing her fingertips across the masculine landscape of Matt's chest as he stroked her hair and kissed her from time to time on the top of her head.

  They didn't speak. Words weren't necessary. It was the most perfect stillness Amy had ever experienced, in fact. Until...

  She sat straight up as a jolt of terror shot through her. Was that...? Could it be...?

  Yes. Through the sound of Scooby's sudden attack of barking, she definitely heard the distinct sound of a key turning in her front door and then the door swinging open.

  Oh no!

  “Ames?” she heard her sister Nikki's confused voice calling. “Why is Scooby locked up in the spare room?”

  “Stay here,” Amy hastily instructed a
s she rushed out of the bedroom and down the hall, wrapped in her spare robe and with her feet hastily thrust into fuzzy slippers, and greeted Nikki with as much normalcy as she could muster under the circumstances. Which, considering the circumstances, she thought she was doing a pretty decent job of playing it off. She leaned one shoulder against the wall at the end of the hall and said in as disinterested a voice as she could manage, “Oh, hey. What’s up?”

  Apparently, though, she had drastically overestimated her ability to fake a casual demeanor, because when she uttered those words, the only response they elicited from Nikki was an 'are you nuts?' stare. Amy didn't quite know how to respond, so she just continued to play it cool.

  Finally, in a wary tone of voice, Nikki said, “Um...are you gonna let Scooby out of the spare room, or...?”

  It was only then that the thunderous rush of Amy's own heartbeat in her ears subsided enough that she heard Scooby barking his head off and scratching at the door of the spare room. Needless to say, given his heft, he was able to work up quite a racket.

  As Amy struggled to inch the door open slowly in an attempt to mitigate his inevitable powerful burst through the doorway, Nikki asked, “What was he doing in there anyway? Did you get him in trouble?”

  Amy's mind raced. She couldn't just agree to that explanation too readily. First of all, as she knew from her interactions with students, when a person eagerly grasped on to the first proffered explanation for a situation, it was a sure sign of deception. She didn't want Nikki to know that she was lying, so she would need to come up with something else. Secondly, even if the scenario hadn't been the first of Nikki's offerings and off the table for that reason, Amy knew it would sound suspicious anyway.

  Amy and Nikki, as different as they were on most counts, were firmly compatible on one point—neither of them had the heart to be strict disciplinarians of their respective furry companions. Both Scooby and Scrappy pretty much ran roughshod over them both, and they were just grateful that they had been on the receiving end of a stroke of good luck where their dogs were concerned and had gotten pets that just naturally had genuinely wonderful dispositions.

  At any rate, Amy knew she had to think fast. “Um...I think he must have accidentally shut himself in there while I was napping,” she said as Scooby finally squeezed his way through the slowly widening crack and pushed past her.

  Nikki nodded but then looked puzzled again as Scooby ran down to Amy's bedroom door, stood up on his back two legs, planted his front paws firmly against the door, and began to bark loudly and happily, his tail whooshing back and forth.

  Nikki, brow furrowed, said, “What's in there that he wants?”

  Amy shook her head. Her stress was mounting. Dammit, there was a reason she hadn't signed up to be a CIA agent but instead went into the much more predictable field of teaching—she was not good in high-pressure situations that depended on her to be deceptive. If she had been a covert agent, she just knew that, at some critical moment, she would cave under the pressure and cry, “Oh my God, okay already, I'm a spy! You caught me!”

  Amy mumbled, “Um...he was probably just daydreaming about going in there after he escaped the spare room. You know?”

  Nikki gave Amy a look that said she most certainly didn't know, and she thought Amy might be losing it a little, but thankfully she decided to drop it.

  “Well, I brought over movies and soup,” she declared, holding up the two bags in her hands. “I know you said not to, but the thought of you over here all alone and feeling horrible was just too much. I couldn't stand it. So here I am.”

  Amy smiled weakly, flushing at the memories of what she had just been doing...things that left her feeling neither alone nor horrible—not in the least! Oh, sis, she thought to herself, feeling just the tiniest bit guilty. If only you knew!

  Nikki set her bags down on the kitchen table and walked over to Amy, pressing the back of her hand to Amy's forehead and then her cheeks. The expression of consternation grew deeper as she said, “Geez, Ames, I'm really worried about you! You're really flushed, and your skin feels hot. You're burning up, in fact. Come sit down.”

  Nikki led Amy over to the couch. Amy allowed it because she knew that, as much as she really did need Nikki to leave, it would look far too suspicious if she started pushing for it too hard or too quickly. No, she needed to make it seem realistic. Her mind reeled, searching for possibilities. She was going to need to be vigilant, watching for an opening and jumping through it.

  Just then, Scooby provided a welcome distraction by padding down the hall towards them, continuing on into the kitchen, and then coming out with his empty food bowl dangling hilariously from his gigantic jaws.

  Nikki laughed. “Oh, Scoobs! You don't have any problem saying what you want, do you? Aunty Nikki will go get you some food.” She turned to Amy. “Is it still in the garage?”

  The garage. No. That was where Matt's truck was parked.

  Seriously, was she on Candid Camera? What was going on here?

  “Um, no, Nikki. That’s okay,” Amy rushed to reply. “I’ve been trying to only feed him twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. The vet recommended it.”

  Nikki again eyed Amy as if she had lost her mind. They’d had pets all their lives and had never fed them on a schedule.

  “Seriously, he seems really hungry.” Nikki looked at her strangely, getting up from the couch. “It's no trouble. I don't want you to have to mess with that big, heavy bag after I leave.”

  Yes. Amy was flooded with relief. Nikki's mention of the big, heavy bag of dog food had reminded her.

  “Yeah, you’re right,” she assured Nikki. “And actually I started keeping a smaller Tupperware container filled with food in the kitchen for the sake of convenience. You can refill it from there. Thanks, sis.”

  Nikki nodded and headed into the kitchen. Amy heard her rustling with the food and then the sound of Scooby's exuberant, messy eating. She smiled.

  Nikki came back into the room and plopped down on the couch. “Okay, that's him. What about you? What have you eaten today? Do you want your soup now or later? Oh, and which movie do you want to put on first? I brought the whole 'Before' trilogy—Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, and Before Midnight. You can enjoy the artsy dialogue and I can enjoy Ethan Hawke. It's a win-win.”

  Amy shook her head. Oh, boy. That was all she needed. Matt trapped in her bedroom for six hours while she had a movie marathon on her couch.

  Injecting every ounce of regret she could into not just her voice but also her overall manner, Amy said, “I’m not really feeling up for that, sis. I think I just need to head back to the bedroom and go to sleep for a while.”

  Nikki looked deep and significantly into Amy's eyes, clearly trying to root out any small trace of deception. Luckily, either Amy had done an adept enough job of hiding her true intentions or Nikki was simply so unused to Amy having anything interesting enough to hide that she just didn't look hard enough, but whichever the reason, Nikki nodded reluctantly.

  “All right,” she agreed, sounding unconvinced. “I'll leave you alone and let you rest, but just so you know, I'm not happy about it. I'd rather keep an eye on you.”

  Amy was touched. “Thanks, Nik. Honestly, I'll be fine after a little sleep. I appreciate it.”

  Nikki got up and gathered her things. “Okay. I'm putting the soup in the fridge, and you can heat it up later. I'm taking the movies with me though. If you're sending me out of here to spend the afternoon alone, I'm definitely bringing Ethan Hawke with me.”

  Amy smiled. “Fair enough. Thanks for coming by, for caring.”

  Nikki wrapped her up in a hug. “Of course! You're my sister. That's what we do.”

  After Nikki left, Amy certainly felt relief. She hadn't been found out, and she was happy about that. But moreover, she just felt a little off-center. What was this, in the long run, if it was something she had to hide?

  She was having a great time with Matt, sure, and she loved it. But the 'havi
ng to hide it' part? Yeah. She didn't love that nearly as much.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Matt, his satchel slung over his shoulder, hurried down the hallway toward Amy's classroom. Honestly, although he missed having his own classroom for many reasons—such as not being able to do any of the things that made a room his own, like displaying student work or putting up bulletin boards—he had to say that the part of floating between rooms that bothered him the most was that it cut into his lunch period. It took him almost five minutes to get all of his things packed up and shoved into his bag and then get out the door. And that cut into the time he was able to spend each lunch period with Amy.

  Most importantly, it made finding her at the beginning of lunch each day less predictable. Sometimes he had to look in a couple of different places before discovering where she had gone. Of course, he realized, he could just make plans with her—there was that. But that would feel different. That would feel official. That would feel real.

  Matt walked up to her classroom door and stopped when he saw Amy sitting at her desk through the window. Good. She was there.

  He took a moment to drink in the sight of her seated behind her desk, focused intently on whatever she was writing. Her head was bent down in concentration, the sunlight streaming in through the window and highlighting golden streaks in her rich brown hair.

  She looked like an angel.

  “Wow. Stalk much, Mr. K.?”

  Matt felt a little disoriented as he turned his head, as if he had been roughly yanked back from a dream he had been having.

  He smiled. Tyler. Of course it was Tyler.

  “I was just about to go in, smart aleck,” he told the kid with a smile.

  “Okay,” Tyler grinned back as if he didn't quite buy what Matt was selling. “Well, not to interrupt your creepy peeping-Tom routine or anything, but if you're gonna hang out in the hall, can you move so I can go in? I have to ask Ms. Maguire about my paper, and I have a burrito waiting for me in the cafeteria.”