by Shara Azod
She tugged his hand down from her mouth.
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch. You’re in the driver’s seat all the way. If you want sex, it’s yours, if you want to just talk, we can. All I ask is that you wait until Christmas day before you give me a decision either way. If you tell me you don’t want me, don’t love me, I’ll leave you alone and we won’t ever discuss what we were to each other. I’ll move on.”
He could tell she was thinking about his offer. He held his breath, willing her to agree.
“Okay, it’s a deal. But, Harrison, I want the sex. I just don’t want all of the emotional stuff that comes with it. Let’s stick to what we’re good at. Okay?”
He wanted to tell her that it would be impossible to turn off his emotions. Then she kissed his chest. She used her luscious lips to take hold of one of his nipples, and bit down with just enough force to cause him to moan with pleasure. The hard-on he’d started with was nothing compared to how hard he got from just that one bite.
Damn, she knew just what he liked and how he liked it. All the more reason they were made for each other. If only she could see that. He groaned her name. Tilting her chin up, Harrison bent down and kissed her with hot, insatiable need. They were still in the doorway to her bedroom and she still had on too many clothes.
He pulled away.
“I want all of you for the next three weeks. No regrets,” he said, looking into her eyes.
A sexy grin flashed across her face. She pulled him down to her for a brief kiss filled with heat that matched his own. This was the Ebony he was used to; confident, sexy and playful.
“No regrets!” she murmured seductively.”
“Good. Now get in here.”
Harrison pulled her into the room by her waist and shut the door. His mouth was on hers in an instant. He felt like he couldn’t taste her fast enough. Her tongue met his and she brought one of her hands up to the back of his neck. She pulled away just long enough to lick her palm before fisting his cock in the way he’d shown her he liked best.
“Damn, baby, you are so fucking hot,” he muttered as she slowly worked her hands up and down his shaft. Her thumb flicked over the head of his cock, spreading the tiny bead of moisture around the red bulbous tip.
She winked at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye before backing him to the bed, while continuing her measured strokes. Harrison kissed her again until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed.
He was a bit shocked at how quickly they had gotten back into their old routine. A part of him was bothered that she had no reservations when it came to sex, but couldn’t admit to loving him. However, he didn’t have long to contemplate the emotion as she pushed him down to the bed and sank to her knees.
“Oh, hell, yeah… That’s it. Suck my cock,” he commanded, pulling her long dreadlocks back from her face into a ponytail so he could get a better view.
He liked to watch her. There was something about the differences between their skin tones—his tan; hers deep brown—that turned him on.
She pulled away from his grasp, allowing her golden tipped chestnut tresses to flow midway down the length of her back. She twisted and tugged until her locs were fashioned into a makeshift ponytail.
“What’s the magic word?” she asked seductively.
“Now! I want that sweet mouth on me right now.”
“You mean like this?”
She took his wooden length deep into her mouth, causing his nuts to tingle. She came up with a loud pop. The head of his shaft swayed between them, wet from her mouth.
“FUCK, yeah,” he grunted, teeth clenched, jaw tight.
“All right, I’ll take care of you, but I want some reciprocity when I’m done.”
“Why wait until then?”
He picked her up until she was standing, and pulled down her yoga pants. He let them fall. All she had on was her tank top which barely touched her upper thighs. He trailed his hands up from her small taut calves to her thighs and up to her breast. She moved to take off the tank top.
“No, leave it on.” He leaned back across the bed, and crooked his fingers at her.
“Come to poppa.”
“Yes. Sir.”
Ebony saluted him with a grin.
She climbed onto the bed, stood over him and turned around before slowly lowering her luscious ass onto his face. Harrison gave her a long lick, tasting the wetness from their earlier lovemaking session. They’d been too quick the first time; each starved for the other. He would take his time now, and enjoy her sweetness.
“Ahhh, yes! Harrison.”
He gripped the ample cheeks of her bottom and brought her lower. She rolled her hips as he sucked diligently on her clit until she moved away from him. He immediately pulled her back to his mouth and continued to savor her, enjoying her moans and pants.
He’d almost forgotten that the point of the sixty-nine position was to give and receive pleasure. Maybe it was because the noises she made had a way of giving him a different type of satisfaction. Sometimes he felt like a stranger in his own body when he was with her.
He’d always been a somewhat selfish lover; giving a bit of effort, but in general, allowing his partner to do the majority of the work. The first time they’d been together, he was driven to please her in every way. He took pleasure in making her come and in turn, well, she blew his fucking socks off.
Ebony gave of herself so freely. No position was off-limits. She hadn’t balked when he’d asked her to sit on his face while he ate her out, enjoying the firmness of her exquisitely rounded bottom.
Even now, as he licked and bit the rounded flesh that engulfed his face, he felt like he could come and she hadn’t even touched him yet. Her hands remained on his thighs as she ground against his face. Her body strained for release, temping him to send her over the edge.
He knew what she needed. Gripping her butt cheek with one hand, he pushed two fingers deep inside and pumped while still flicking her clit with his tongue. After four strokes, she was shouting his name in release. Her delicious cream coated his fingers and he licked them with relish, enjoying the taste of her.
“I got caught up and forgot to do you,” she chuckled softly.
She fisted his hard rod and stroked. He lifted his hips with a grunt, trying to get closer.
“That’s all right, beautiful, you can make it up to me any way you’d like.”
“Good, because I can think of several things I’d like to do, but first, let’s switch positions.”
Harrison gave her ass one last bite, enjoying the squeal she gave at the firm nip. She un-straddled him and he moved to lay at the head of the bed, his back against the pillows. He moved her back into position; straddling his lap once more, only this time they were face to face.
Harrison cupped her face in both of his hands and looked at her beautiful, elfin-like countenance. She regarded him steadily.
“I missed you. I missed this,” he said.
Before she could respond, Harrison yanked the tank-top off and kissed her bared breasts. She wasn’t overly large in the chest department, but she had a nice handful. Her nipples called to him to taste them, but first, he had to take care of business.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
“I’m good, I haven’t been active and you know I’m on the pill. Do you think we need to use one?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Hell, no, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“If you want me to feel comfortable, why aren’t you inside me already?”
“Then let me make sure you’re real comfortable.”
Harrison kissed her briefly before guiding his shaft into place. He rubbed the head of his cock back and forth between her clit and her pussy, spreading her wetness around in an attempt to drive her wild before pumping up into her body.
Ebony sank down on him and laced her hands at the back of his neck. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew it. Nothing this fucking fantastic could be st
rung out. He set the pace, leaning back against the pillows and headboard for leverage. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he brought her closer so he could suckle the turgid nipple of her right breast, and then her left br
east.
“Harrison!” she screamed as she moved to grip his shoulders in an attempt to hold on as he bucked wildly.
Her hair bounced until the locs began to fall down around her shoulders and back, covering his face as she clung to him in a tight embrace. He clutched a hand full of the soft, fibrous locs, forced her neck back and sucked, kissed, and licked the area between her neck and her shoulder while powering into her.
“Harrison, I c-can’t take much more…”
He could feel her pussy clutch him. He had to hold out. She was so wet, hot, and open to him. He’d never seen her this way before. He drove her harder, reaching between their sweat-covered bodies to play with her clit. She met him thrust for thrust, and trembled in his arms, panting. So close. She was so close. He decided to do the one thing that always drove her wild; he swirled his finger in her juices and reached behind her and entered her tight back passage.
“Ahh!” she shouted. Her body convulsed and constricted tightly around his shaft, sending him over the edge with her.
“Ah, fuck, Ebony, FUCK!”
“Harrison, I-I lo…”
Harrison kissed her before the words were out of her mouth.
She moaned into his mouth and he held her in place as his seed was released into her body. He grunted with clenched teeth, her body wringing every drop from his loins.
She had been about to say that she loved him. Why had he stopped her?
He could have used her admission and what…hounded her into being with him? He loved her, but he didn’t want her like that. If he had to drag her kicking and screaming into his arms and his life, it would never be worth it.
He realized he wanted to hear those words said to his face on a regular basis, just not during sex. He slid them lower into her bed and just held her until they both fell asleep.
Chapter Three
Ebony shouted with glee and held on to Harrison’s waist for dear life as he barreled through the snow on a two-seater snowmobile. She looked over her shoulder and saw her sister and her husband David hot on their trail driving another snowmobile.
“Faster, Harrison! They’re gaining on us,” she yelled—or she tried to.
He must have heard her because the two-man cruiser seemed to speed up a bit more. She jostled and bounced behind him, snow and wind stinging her cold cheeks, adrenaline pumping. The snow-covered land was wide open for miles around.
Ordinarily, she would have wanted to go at a sedate speed so she could enjoy the beauty of Mother Nature. Not today, though. Her sister had laid down a challenge; whoever got back to the cabin the quickest would get to open one of their Christmas presents, even though it was a week early.
Ebony didn’t care so much about the gift as much as she did about winning. She’d always been highly competitive with her big sister, and this time was no exception.
As they neared the house, they were neck and neck. They were almost home free. Both brothers started to slow to a respectable speed as they neared the line of trees that marked the entrance to the large six bedroom cabin overlooking a lake. At the las second Harrison gave it one more jolt of gas to give them the victory.
Ebony heard a scrubbing noise at the same time the snowmobile dipped, and she went flying back into the snow. She landed on the packed earth with a roll, landing spread-eagle on the ground. She looked up into the baby blue sky, a bit disoriented, but still intact.
“Ebony!” She heard a shout and the crunch of several pairs of feet moving towards her. She began to laugh as she realized she’d just been thrown off of the snowmobile.
“Ebony, are you all right? Are you in any pain?”
Harrison’s goggle-covered face came into view. Before she could say anything, she felt his hands all over her body. She smiled.
“Does a bruised ego count?”
He blew out a relieved breath.
“If you can joke, you’ll be all right.”
“I think I’m okay, just had the wind knocked out of me.”
“Lord, don’t scare me like that.”
He started helping her to stand.
“Bro, is she okay?” his brother asked, reaching them first.
“Yeah, she’s fine. Come on, beautiful, let’s get you into the cabin so you can get warmed up.”
“Ebony!” her sister screamed, nearly out of breath from trying to run in the deep snow.
“I’m fine.” She waved her hand to stop her from needlessly running towards them, but Corrine was like a freight train. She pushed past David and got right into Harrison’s face.
“Of all the stupid, reckless things you could have done! You could have killed her, you irresponsible asshole.”
Ebony watched as her sister pushed him, or at least tried to push him away from her.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Ebony?”
“I’m sure Corrine, just calm down. It was an accident.”
“It was a friendly race and Mario Andretti here was speeding like it was the Autobahn!”
“Look, your husband was going just as fast as I was. You think I would deliberately harm Ebony?”
“It’s always an excuse with you. It’s never your fault. Get away from my sister, you degenerate.”
Ebony was feeling a bit light-headed at the exchange.
“David, you better put a muzzle on your wife or else I will,” Harrison said.
Ebony knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t hit a woman, but he was nearing the end of his rope. She had to find a way to stop the exchange without appearing to favor him.
“Listen, I’m cold and hungry and I think I should get to open a Christmas present since I fell. It’s the least you could do.”
Corrine and Harrison continued to eye each other like combatants. David got between Harrison and his wife, and whispered something low to her. Whatever it was had her turning and leaving.
David turned back to her and Harrison.
“Look, bro, I’m sorry about that. For some reason, she’s been extra-touchy. I’ll make sure she apologizes to you when we get back to the house.”
“Don’t bother,” Harrison said. The look he gave Ebony was one of pure anger.
Surely he couldn’t be upset with her. What did she do?
David nodded, then turned and started towards the cabin with Harrison following behind him. His long legs maneuvered the packed snow with ease while she struggled to catch up.
“Harrison.” She shouted his name. “Harrison, wait up!” She had to switch into an all-out run to catch up with him.
“What, Ebony?” he growled, turning towards her.
The cabin was still a distance away, but Ebony didn’t want to have an angry conversation for all to see. As it was, they’d managed to fly under the radar of their families since arriving. They only had about a week left.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked incredulously
“Hell, yeah, I’m mad at you.”
“What did I do?”
“You did just what you always do, Ebony, absolutely nothing.”
“Well, what was I supposed to do? We all know how she can be.”
“You want to know what you could have done. For starters, instead of letting her continue to believe that I purposely, hung on to your extra key when I helped you take your bags to your room so I could come back later, in the middle of the night, to feel you up like some goddamn pervert, you could tell her the truth about what happened that night. You could tell her that you invited me and my date to come up to your room because you’re a grown fucking woman. You could tell everyone in that house that we’ve been fucking each other since the wedding, and you like it! And you can tell them that you have feelings for me and we want to be together. Does any of that sound remotely like something you could have done?”
For the secon
d time that day she had the wind knocked out of her. There really was nothing she could say. All of the things he wanted her to do, she wasn’t ready to do. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready.
“Just as I thought.”
He turned and started walking away.
This time she didn’t bother stopping him.
Chapter Four
The rest of the days leading up to Christmas had gone by in a blur of awkwardness. It was difficult to tiptoe around the tension in the house when there were so many people in it.
The number of people staying in the chalet had grown at the last minute when Harrison’s grandparents decided to join the group. Including the twins, Mirabella and Abigail—affectionately known as Bella and Abby—there were her parents; John and LaTonya Baxter, Harrison’s parents; Tom and Diane Reeves, Harrison’s grandparents; Arthur and Gwendolyn Reeves, and, of course, her and Harrison.
The chalet had three floors, and she was—mercifully—on the third floor while Harrison was on the first floor with his grandparents. At least she didn’t have to worry about sidestepping his looks, or rather, his non-looks, because he hadn’t paid her any attention since the day of the snowmobile accident.
They’d all gotten into a routine of going on sporting tours during the day and having family diners at night. Her mother had asked if anything was wrong, but she’d told her things were okay. If the others suspected something, no one said anything to her.
Now here they were, together on Christmas Eve after a day of cross-country skiing. They all sat around the dinner table sharing stories.
“So, Harrison, I forgot to thank you for the wonderful snow gear. It’s remarkably warm to be so lightweight,” her mother said.
“No problem, Mrs. Baxter. Glad you like it. They’re still in the trial stage, and we’ve been testing them out before we go to market. I’ll be sure to pass your feedback on to my research team.”
“So how did you get into the sporting good business again?” she asked, looking at him with kind eyes.
Ebony’s father was a deacon in their church and her mother a deaconess. She was used to chatting with people, putting them at ease. She’d always been a beautiful person, inside and out.