River's Winter

by Leanne Davis

  “Free is the least we deserve.”

  He laughed, and Luna hobbled over to him and set her crutches aside to take his shoulders in her hands and hug him. He automatically held her in an embrace and helped her regain her balance.

  They settled in quickly. Jacob, being crazy organized and efficient, had packed everything, from food to matches. He first built a fire in the huge river rock fireplace and it was roaring in no time, with the aroma of smoke and spices filling the room. The heat warmed Luna’s skin and she finally felt like removing some of the layers she bundled herself in. Darkness fell at just past four, and they left the lights in the cabin off. They relished the flickering, soft illumination that came from the fire. Plenty of wood was provided, already clean and cut, and they both felt spoiled and pampered.

  Luna sat on a kitchen bar stool, propping her foot on the one next to her. “Imagine if I could walk outside right now and enjoy the forest air.”

  “We’ll figure out something for you to do. I swear, you won’t get bored.” He stood at the stove, and Luna watched him make a steak, pasta, and green salad dinner. He stopped cutting up the tomatoes to give her a little smile.

  She felt the heat of his gaze, saw his grin, and a mischievous look flashed over her face. “Hmm, whatever will we find to do?”

  “Anything peaceful and relaxing. And you have to rest your foot.”

  “Anything but a random shooting sounds perfect.”

  He poured two glasses of wine and offered one to her. He set his on the bar before standing right between her legs, carefully avoiding the injured foot. He put his arms around her and pulled her forward to the edge of the bar stool. “Nothing and no one will find us here. It’s just us now.” He leaned down and his lips touched hers. He kissed her softly but when her hand touched his cheek, he kissed her harder. She lifted her face up so their lips stayed pressed together. He leaned over her, still kissing, and used both hands to cup her face.

  Lifting her face, his tongue licked her lips softly until he slipped it right into her mouth, and she thrust her own tongue to meet his. They both groaned and turned and played, twisting and sucking with unabashed delight. Jacob bent down closer, and Luna wrapped her arms around his neck. They kept kissing until Jacob trailed his kisses to the side of her mouth, her cheeks, and down her neck. She tilted her head back, dropping her hair onto the counter as Jacob reached up and grabbed the back of her head. He swirled his hand and twisted her hair as his mouth once again devoured hers, but this time, his gentleness and care were absent. This time, his desire was tangible: hard, hungry, and hot. She leaned forward, trying to press against him as strongly as he pushed against her.

  He slid his hands into her armpits and lifted her up. Startled, she groped to hold herself against him by placing her arms solidly around his neck. “What about dinner?”

  “Dinner can wait,” he said and his mouth once more landed on hers. He half walked, half stumbled as he carried her in his arms, still kissing her when he set her gently on the ledge of the fireplace. He turned and found a huge, fat blanket, which he spread out on the floor. Returning to her side, he took her hand and gently helped her off the ledge onto the blanket he laid on the floor. He kissed her forehead, eyelids, and mouth. “This time, I will worship and adore you, as I should have done the first time.”

  Her stomach twisted with excitement and lust at his softly spoken words. He gently pushed on her torso until she fell back. He lifted her cast before he positioned it carefully. “Okay?”

  Breathless, she nodded and said, “Better than anything else I’ve done since I’ve had it on.”

  He smiled as he stretched out to the side of her and lay down, squeezing a pillow under their heads. She turned her face toward his and they stared at each other for a long, sparkly moment. He examined her forehead, her eyes, and her mouth as he stroked her hair. She was intrigued by the depth of his gaze while the fire crackled behind him. She enjoyed seeing how the glow from the flames flickered and shadowed his chiseled, breathtaking face. She was lying flat on her back, stretched out, with a giant anchor attached. It hurt and made her struggle to feel sexy, despite how much her stomach bubbled with nerves and desire for him. She lifted her hand to his face and turned hers before he leaned forward to close the gap, and their lips met once again. He kissed her open-mouthed and then peppered her skin with sexy butterfly kisses. He kissed her chin, then her ear and slowly moved down her neck. Her stomach bottomed-out at the array of delightful sensations his subtle touch created.

  His tongue traced her ear, and her entire body broke out in shivers from all the unique sensations. It was so erotic, and Luna never expected such a small, light touch to cause such a response from her. She sighed and grabbed Jacob, pulling his face back to hers sharply. He responded to her heightened energy and slid his hand quickly to the hemline of her sweater. She had three shirts on and he laughed as he encountered the second layer. “Somehow beachwear seems so much easier for times like this,” he muttered, and his mouth was still half kissing her as he spoke. She lifted herself up high enough to grab all of her shirts as one and pull them over her head. Jacob’s eyes sparked with surprise and appreciation as they left her face and dropped to her breasts. His hands aimed directly for the lace-covered peaks, which he grabbed in both palms. Groaning, he played with them and his fingers grasped the tips of her nipples. They pebbled up so hard, they felt like they could cut glass.

  He leaned back on his heels and started tugging off the padded vest he wore over a navy blue sweater. He was a great dresser, stylish and preppy, and his wide shoulders and tapered waist were model-worthy. Luna’s eyes widened when his naked torso shone in the firelight as it danced and shadowed across the smooth planes of his chest and six-pack abs. He was sleek, not too thin and very toned. His skin was golden tanned. Not half as dark as Luna’s, but he was not pale like most people during this time of year. She reached forward and brushed her hand along his chest. He groaned and closed his eyes as her flat palm lifted the fine hairs on his skin. She dipped down from his pecs and headed toward his waist. Rubbing his stomach, she smiled when it flexed at her touch.

  “This time, all the clothes are coming off,” he muttered with his eyes closed. Jacob leaned forward as Luna continued to feel him and grabbed the leggings she wore. He pulled them down and grappled with them until they were free of her right leg. Then they clung above her cast. “Shit,” he muttered while staring at the leggings that disappeared into her cast. He stared as seriously at them as if he were about to defuse a bomb and was deciding which wire to cut first.

  She reached forward and brushed his shoulder. Laughing, she said, “Just leave them for now. They’re not in the way.”

  His eyes lit up as he planted a huge kiss on her mouth. “You’re right.” Then he sprang to his feet and undid his own snap before sliding the zipper down. She was lying down, mostly immobile because of her cast as she stared up at him. He slid his jeans off his waist and over his butt before stripping them down to his knees. His boxers were the kind that cupped and outlined his penis, and she watched him with secret delight. He wriggled his jeans down to his ankles, literally using one foot and then the other to pull his legs free. Luna saw the gray and red wool socks that he pulled halfway up his calves. Dressed only in his underwear and socks… holy shit. He was an adorable, hot, tall glass of water, and his long, lean body was covered in a golden, soft pelt. Oh crap. He was so cute with the woolen socks. He glanced down before he realized they were still on. Bending forward, trying to balance on one leg, he nearly fell trying to tug one off and then the other. Luna was unable to restrain a giggle. She clapped one hand over her lips to muffle the sound, but the mirth must have shown in her eyes. Frowning as he looked down at the sound she made, he put his hands on his waist, sticking his elbows out like he was about to scold her, and his penis stood ready and hard, bulging through his underwear but woefully tucked away. The innocence and frustration of the situation only made her giggle harder.

  Sh
e laughed so hard, she started to cough. He paused, staring down at her, and his mouth opened as his eyes showed real concern. “Are you laughing at me?”

  Longing to rise up and grab his face, she was ready to kiss away his confused, hurt expression while acknowledging her lust. She shook her head, still lying on the floor and staring up at him. He was towering over her, but she was laughing so hard, she couldn’t find the composure to pull herself up.

  The bulge of his hard penis had her eyes riveted. “No. I was amused at seeing you trying to pull off your jeans. You looked like a little boy who was so excited to share what his newest pair of underwear looked like. And those socks. You were so proud after you accomplished getting those off. I swear, I don’t know exactly why I’m laughing!” But she couldn’t stop. Nothing had been able to make her giggle or laugh, much less keep laughing since the night of the shooting. She pulled her hands up to her face, covering it, lying topless and pants-less, and laughing so hard, her shoulders shook, and tears streamed from her eyes.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she gasped. “It’s how ridiculous I look and… and… how adorable you look… and I haven’t felt like laughing in so many weeks… and now…” Oh, shit. She laughed some more.

  He dropped down and lay beside her, stretching out as he lifted her right wrist and pulled her hand free from her face. She feared he would be scowling in anger at her but instead, she found him grinning, and his dimples only made her giggle even harder. “So, you’re not laughing at me? Then what?”

  She calmed her shaking torso and reached up to brush his hair back. “No. I’m laughing at me. At us. At this. I’m feeling so happy and carefree that it almost overwhelmed me. I felt so odd and instead of crying or saying something, I started to giggle. My laughter could finally break free from where it’s been stuck for so long. I’m so happy right now.”

  His eyebrows shot up, and he leaned closer, pushing the stray strands of hair back from her forehead. Her laughter slowed as the depth and caring she saw in his gold-flecked irises drowned out the humor. He leaned down and kissed her lips long and hard. “If seeing my underwear makes you smile like that, then I’ll be happy to dance around in it anytime you ask me.” He stared some more, rubbing her lips with his thumb where his hand cradled her face. “Seeing you happy is the best thing yet. Even better than sex.”

  The previously uncontrollable mirth died on her lips. His profound stare held her suspended for several moments. Her breathing stopped. She gulped at the sudden deep lump of emotions she felt lodged in her throat. “Jacob?” Her tone was husky and different than before. Sexy. Flooded with emotions, she didn’t fail to miss the gleam in his eyes. He stared at her as if to appreciate her beauty and memorize her face.

  “Luna?” he countered, using the same breathless tone.

  She smiled but tilted her head away from his intense stare. “This… us… you and I together feels so… real and overwhelming. So much to consider at once. I worry about it—”

  “You think it’s not real then? We’re just the victims of the circumstances?” He began adjusting her and his arms slid under her shoulders until he managed to pull her against him. She embraced his chest. “Then these are the best circumstances I’ve ever been in after enduring the worst.”

  She went from hysterical laughing and letting the joy bubble out of her to embrace him. She held on tightly as if he were a life preserver and she was navigating the bumpy surf of an ocean storm. “They’re the best,” she said, turning her face to kiss his chest, which was now bare and accessible to her. She ran her fingertips along his shoulders, feeling the dips and mounds of his muscles under the tautness of his golden skin. Something visceral in his manliness flipped her stomach into pangs of desire. His arms tightened around her and a shiver ran down his spine. He liked what she was doing. She kissed the skin over his heart and used her tongue to swirl it around his nipple. His body almost exploded against her. She slid her hand down his arm to take his hand. He bent down, and they started kissing again as they held hands for several long moments. Luna placed his large hand on her breast as they lay on their sides facing each other.

  Wrapping her hand around his waist, she rubbed the smooth skin of his back, following his spine and dropping down to the waistband of his underwear. She slid her hand over the black, silky material and touched the super-hot, hard bulge that was ready to explode against the seams that were supposed to contain it.

  She cupped him in her hand as he held her breasts. He pressed hard on her nipples. She slid her hands down his body and tugged at the elastic of his underwear. She pushed his hips to turn him over. He lifted his hands as she sat up to tug them off. He had to help her get them down his extremely long legs. She quit laughing this time. His penis was huge and thick, impressively shocking. She stared in passionate desire but hesitated.

  Jacob lay back, his eyes closed, his body now straining toward hers. She adjusted herself until she was right beside him before she reached down to grip him. He released a soft moan in response. His body shifted upwards and she tugged and pulled as the warmth of his shaft filled her hand with so much heat and passion that she quickly grew enamored with him. She kissed his chest between his pecs, letting her tongue slide down and the salty taste of his skin and fine hairs pleased her. He messed up her hair as she slid downwards by gently twirling it through his fingers. She could tell he wanted her to go lower, but he didn’t push or prod. He was careful about not pressuring her in any way. He entangled his fingers in the mass of her hair and let it spread over his bare chest. Gripping his penis in her hands, she started moving down lower and her mouth slid from his stomach to the tip of his penis. He lay flat on his back, his penis rising tall and proud as he closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He wanted her very badly. But he didn’t say anything or try to press her. She appreciated his quiet restraint and observed his vulnerability as he lay there expectantly waiting for her to figure it all out.

  Moving her hair away from her mouth, she licked her lips and pressed them around the tip of his erection, gripping him exactly where she wanted. His entire body jolted at her touch and her tongue whirled around until he was groaning. He lifted one hand to touch her shoulder. He just held onto her. He would not push her toward his crotch, where he obviously wanted her to be. There was a tenderness to his touch, which she’d never experienced with any man before. She liked it. A lot. It turned her on. His perpetual kindness while his muscles ached with desire, thrilled her. He was putting her first again. Her well-being always came first. If that wasn’t sexy, she didn’t know what was.

  Her mouth slid over him and she swallowed him into her throat as far as she could. He jerked and flinched before another long moan escaped his lips. Jacob was careful not to push hard into her face and she moved her mouth up and down, over and over, in a smooth, easy dance. Her tongue and lips were wrapped around his penis. She lifted his hand and set it on her breast. He quickly responded by making her nipple hard. Now with renewed vigor, she slid her mouth on him a little faster. She looked at him with her mouth fully engaged, and his face showed such pleasure in the firelight, that it filled her with passion.

  “Luna…” he moaned, and she was sure he was very close. He pulled her off him. “I’m going to…”

  “Come? That’s the goal, Jacob,” she replied softly as she leaned back over him. His hips rose up as he shot off into her mouth. He moaned again and pushed harder than before, releasing himself into her hot throat. When he relaxed, she lifted her face off him and was ready to curl up next to him, but he took her in his arms. He gently coaxed her to lie on her back and his hands shifted to her hips, where he explored her inner thighs. He rubbed her until she was slick with want and she needed him. He devoured her while she squirmed and wriggled at the sensation of his hot tongue. His fingers entered her, and the frantic, crazy heat and power of the rushing sex was like no other she could remember. In a matter of seconds, she was riding her own orgasm as he just had, coming right into his mouth. The delightf
ul manipulation of his mouth and fingertips were a combination that she couldn’t resist.

  Lying flat on her back, Luna felt vulnerable and wonderfully exhausted. Her groans and moans faded after a few minutes, and Jacob used his tongue on her stomach and breasts before burying his face between them. She used both hands to rub his scalp, sounding breathless as she said, “Oh, my God, Jacob…”

  He reached for his jeans and pulled out his wallet for a condom. She lay exhausted, unable to think of moving an inch. Her body was open and ready, despite being satiated and content. “You’re so beautiful, Luna,” Jacob said, caressing her thighs, her knees, and her mound as he approached her stomach and breasts. He reached down and slid on the condom, and her stomach sparked with new desire. He moved on top of her, and she opened her legs, wrapping her arms around his back to grasp his shoulder blades. She loved the strength of his back muscles and her fingernails gently rubbed his smooth, flawless skin. The tip of his penis hesitated at her swollen, wet entrance. He leaned down and started kissing her again as if it were the first time. Slow, easy, long kisses. She was eagerly anticipating his first thrust into her, but he didn’t move. Instead, his lips tantalized hers, exploring her mouth until she lifted up her head in impatience. Hot and steamy, their breaths commingled, and Luna only grew wetter and hotter. He lifted his head to gaze at her, starting with her forehead and moving down to her neck and breasts. He gently pulled on her good leg, placing her thigh up over his hip. As he forcibly pushed himself inside her, her eyes rolled back in her head, so she closed them and allowed Jacob to slowly and completely slide inside her, centimeter by centimeter, until he could go no further. Luna’s mouth opened briefly, and she whimpered.