I look up and shiver when Geary throws his head back, his whole body going tense, and then his penis twitches and kicks hard in my mouth, the man coming hard and fast. I don’t stop touching him. I don’t stop teasing him with my wicked tongue and mouth, until Geary gently moves me off of him and drops to his ass on the floor.
“Fuck, Olivia. I can’t feel my legs.” He laughs and lies back on the floor, his eyes closed while he catches his breath.
Feeling smug, I quickly remove my clothing and crawl up his body. He watches me through narrow lids as I move my hand downwards and spread myself open so that I settle around his rapidly swelling penis. I moan and my breathing becomes heavy at the feel of him against my sensitive folds. I ache to be filled as I rub myself on him, watching the broad head of his shaft peak out from between my pussy lips when I move.
His hands slide up my thighs and press me harder on him while he watches me through lower lids. “I still have my pants around my thighs,” he mutters, “and watching your gorgeous breasts swaying, and feeling your wet pussy rubbing on me,” he pants, “sexy as fuck!” His large hands grasp my hips and lift me higher before slowly lowering me on his thick cock.
My nipples go rock hard and a shiver of pleasure runs through me while I enjoy the sensation of him filling me.
I’ve missed this.
But as I watch him enjoying the feel of me surrounding him, I know that I missed the man more than anything.
As much as I wanted it to be all about sex the first time we met, it wasn’t. We talked and enjoyed being together. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing he’s missed me as much as I have him.
Tossing all thought of our past out of my head, I reach for his arms and tug him into a sitting position, my eyes fluttering as I’m seated deeper on his lap.
Geary grabs my bottom and squeezes each cheek. “My head feels like it’s about to blow off,” he pants, “and I’m not talking about the one on my shoulders.” He concentrates on lifting me slowly off of him before he moves me back down. “I’m deep, Olivia.”
“I feel.”
“Please tell me you’re still on the pill, because I’m not sure I can leave the warmth of your pussy to wrap my dick. You feel too good.” He grinds up and buries his face between my breasts. “No one since you.”
Somehow I already knew that he hadn’t been with anyone else since he’d met me. He hadn’t been with anyone else for a long time before me either.
“Just fuck me Geary. I feel you hanging on. I want all of you.” No sooner have the words left my mouth, I find myself flipped over to my back.
Geary pulls his cock free with his heated gaze focused on my body. I ache for his touch and my eyes land on the thick glistening shaft, pointing up past his navel. The broad head leaks and when he wraps his hand around and casually strokes, my pussy clenches wanting and needing his attention.
“Hard and fast, Olivia,” Geary mumbles, kneeling between my spread thighs. He shoves his arms under my legs and lifts me to meet his sharp thrust. I stretch my arms over my head and notice his eyes jump to my boobs, which are pushed higher in this position. They bounce as he hammers inside of me, the friction of his flesh against mine arousing me in such a way that I can’t catch a breath.
Geary keeps hold of my legs, but drops over me, his mouth searching and finding mine. The moment our lips seal together, I wrap my arms and legs around him and shudder in climax. My body tightens around Geary’s flesh, tugging and pulling, and it doesn’t stop even when Geary grunts, coming apart in my arms.
I feel the warmth of his release inside of me while small pulses of pleasure continue to sizzle between us.
My fingers slide through Geary’s hair and I hold him close until our hearts slow from the rapid rhythm of joint pleasure.
“I need to get you in a bed, and I need to get naked.” He moans, sliding free of my body. “It’s embarrassing having my jeans and briefs wrapped around my thighs. I should have more finesse than this.”
I drag my fingers up from his groin to his chest and smile at his body’s reaction to my touch. “No finesse is good sometimes.” Stretching, I smile and place my feet on his shoulders, wiggling my toes. His eyes drop between my legs and he swallows hard, licking his lips.
“You keep me hard and aching, Olivia.” His gaze lifts to mine, but he keeps his eyelids lowered, looking dark and sexy. He snaps his eyes closed and hisses, “Bed. We need a bed. Now.”
Getting to his feet, he tugs me up to mine and quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothing. His gorgeous bronzed body is delicious and makes mine tingle.
He smirks. “Stop ogling the goods and get to the bedroom.” He smacks my bottom before he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles into my neck, his thick shaft pressing against my buttocks. “Although, I’m not opposed to taking you like this.”
Pushed up against the wall, my boobs squished, Geary tugs my hips out and holds me tightly while slowly pushing his cock inside of me.
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.
4
Geary
With a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, I stand looking out over Lexington from Olivia’s apartment. It’s a cold and bright morning as I let Olivia sleep. I know I’m exhausted after the marathon of sex we’ve had since last evening, so she must be. I’ve only ever experienced overwhelming bliss with Olivia and I’m not sure what to do about it.
I’d come here on business with the intention of hooking up with Olivia again to see if what I remembered was the same. The truth is, what’s between us is so much more to the point that I’m almost certainly in love with her. I must be. It’s the only reason as to why I’ve missed her so much, and now, I can’t get enough of her.
“Mmm,” she mumbles, her hands sliding around my waist. “I wondered where you’d gone.” Her lips brush against my back as she presses her body against mine, and sighs. “I’m so tired and comfortable with you being here.”
I laugh. “Well, I am to blame for your tiredness, and I’m happy you’re comfortable with me.”
Turning slightly, I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. I rest my chin on the top of her head and smile. “Will you come away with me?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t need to think about it?” I question her quick decision.
“No. I trust you and I want to spend time with you. So yes, I’ll go anywhere with you. Just no camping. Please.”
Chuckling, I admit, “I was thinking maybe spending a few days in Stowe. Winter snow has really fallen so I can assure you that camping is out.” I smirk. “We’ll go camping in the summer.”
She prods me in the belly. “Awfully sure of yourself, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle and placing the mug down, I turn and cup her beautiful face in my hands. “You’ve stayed with me Olivia. That hasn’t happened before, even when I was younger and thought the beginning and end of my world was Emily Harrison.” I smile softly and try to keep it light as I admit, “I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with her, except she had other ideas.”
Olivia reaches up and caresses one side of my face. “She hurt you?”
“Yeah, she did. She’s the reason I haven’t had a relationship since, but you…you make me want again.”
She catches her breath and wraps herself around me. “I’m happy, Geary, or rather I am now that you’re here with me. My world is full of family and work, and I didn’t know what lonely was until I left you to come home.” Her face nuzzles into my neck. “Will we be able to get a flight at the last minute?”
“I may have taken a chance and already booked our flight and accommodation.” I grin and grabbing her bottom in my hands, lift her into my arms.
Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms around my neck. “How long do I have to pack?”
I glance at my watch. “We need to be at the airport in an hour.”
“Hmm mmm, and what is the forecast?”
“Lots of snow.” I rub my nose aga
inst hers, playful. “Is it okay to confess that I’m hoping we get snowed in.”
Olivia’s smile lights her whole face. “Is that so. In which case, I hope you’ve reserved a room with a large bed.” Her lips capture my own, albeit briefly, before she’s jumping out of my arms. “I need to pack.”
“We need to swing by my hotel to grab my things and I’ll check out,” I offer, following her into the bedroom, my mouth hanging open when I find her bending over the bed, her pantie clad ass right in my face.
I choke out a groan and find her amusement in her eyes when she turns her head. I notice how she keeps her bottom in my line of sight, and the slight wiggle she does only entices.
"I thought we had to be at the airport soon?" She questions raising a brow, her hands slowly sliding into her panties.
My thoughts scatter as I watch her panties slowly slide down her thighs and then she's bare to my gaze. Moving forward my hands reach out and caress each rounded cheek while Olivia falls forward. She moans when my fingers dip between her legs and she drops her face into the quilt. Her fists clench the material under her when I spread her wide open before dropping to my knees.
"I hope you're quick at packing," I mumble and lick slowly along her lips, which are wet and swollen with arousal.
Olivia doesn't speak, only groans and moans while I tongue her hard and raw. That isn't enough for me, so quickly shoving my pants open with one hand, I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke slow. The broad head weeps in arousal and excitement as I align with the pink opening to heaven.
Unable to wait a moment longer, I thrust hard inside of her and allow my body to be overcome with lust at the feel of Olivia wrapped around me. Her body sucks and squeezes my cock to the point that I'm about to come. The moment Olivia pulsates hard, pushing her ass against me, I let go. My release explodes through my body and all Olivia can do is hold on as my hips pummel her into the bed.
She pants beneath me as I collapse over her, but I don't have the strength to move. My cock is cocooned in the heat of her body and I have no wish to leave, however, I don't have a choice if we are going to make our flight to Boston.
Groaning, I roll to my side, hissing when I slide free of her body. My cock is semi-hard, and glistening as I lie back on the bed, raising myself on my elbows so I can see the state I'm in; pants around my thighs, hard cock pulsing.
"I need to move." Olivia moans and crawls up the bed, her eyes holding mine before they move down my body.
My body has it's own mind and jerks hard with Olivia's gaze on it.
"You need to hold that thought." She presses a quick kiss to my lips before moving from the bed to the bathroom. "I'm going to quickly shower and pack. I'll be ready in ten minutes."
Rolling my eyes, I laugh.
No way will she be ready in ten minutes.
* * *
I'm proved wrong. Olivia McKenzie was ready with twenty-six seconds remaining on the clock. She'd showered, dressed, and packed. Quicker than me. We’d just made our flight to Boston Logan where we collected the hire car; a nice big SUV with every damn thing I could think of added, including proper tires for the weather we're currently heading towards.
The clouds are dark and so thick with snow that I'm a bit worried we might not make it to Stowe. With the glances Olivia keeps giving me I think she's having the same thoughts, even though neither of us have voiced our concerns.
Glancing over at Olivia, she's chewing on her bottom lip, so I take one hand from the steering wheel and hold Olivia's much smaller one. "We'll be there soon."
"I hope so. The weather doesn't look too good. I'd much rather be snowed in, in a hotel room with you than out here in the car."
"I'm used to driving in hard snow. I don't particularly like it, but I'm used to it." I bring her hand to my face and press a kiss to her palm. "I promise. You're safe with me."
She gives a loud sigh and finally settles, giving me my hand back. "You hold on to that. You can touch me as much as you want to once we've stopped."
"I'll hold you to that."
Her lips curve to one side in a teasing smile. "I just bet you will."
As it turns out, we make it to the resort in mild snow, only for it to turn to white out conditions the moment we pull into the lot.
5
Olivia
The Stoweflake Mountain Resort is gorgeous. The room has a large fire place, which is already lit and more firewood sits in a basket to the side. The bed is large enough to have a party and we have a small sitting area that looks out into a courtyard. Nothing can be seen right now because of the heavy snow, it's blinding. I'm just happy we made it here before the worst of the weather hit.
I turn to Geary as he enters the room after having gone back to the SUV for our luggage. My eyes widen at the sight of him and I rush over to help him with the luggage and to remove his jacket, which is covered in the snow.
"It's bad outside," he comments. "So damn glad we made it here."
"Me too." I take his hands into mine and try to rub some warmth into them. "Go sit by the fire and warm up." I move him over and push him into one of the chairs already set out.
"Yes, Ma'am," he mumbles, smiling. "I think I could get used to you looking after me."
I roll my eyes. "I know it works both ways with you, so that wouldn't be a problem." Grinning, I turn to the luggage and start unpacking so that Geary can't see how much I enjoyed his words, or how sexy he looks right now.
He's wearing a thick sweater and with the scruff on his face and the heat from the fire making his cheeks rosy, he looks delicious.
He clears his throat. "While you're thinking about me, we also need to think about eating. Cheeseburger and fries sounds good."
“I could eat.” I toss my clothes into the closet, not really caring where they end up and close the door. “I’m ready.”
Geary laughs. “Woman,” he walks closer and wraps his arms around my waist, “you are unique.”
“I’m glad we agree on that.”
Geary’s stomach growls and a light blush covers his cheeks. “Let’s go and find some food.”
Laughing, I push out of his arms and take his hand. “I have a keycard in my pocket.” I lead him to the door.
There is a long hallway toward the reception area and through that is the bar, where we’re just in time to order food before they close for the night. It’s busy with most of the seats taken as we look around.
“Want to join them?” Geary nods toward an older couple who continue to wave us over.
“They seem friendly.” I smile and feel Geary’s arm wrap around my waist to keep me close as we move toward the couple.
“Please join us. I’m Maureen and this is my husband, Harry.”
“Thank you. Is it always this busy?” I ask as Geary pulls out a chair for me before taking his own.
Harry replies, “We come here every year at this time and it usually is busy, however with how bad the weather is, it’s brought more people inside for shelter.” He shakes his head. “Don’t remember seeing the snow this bad in a very long time.”
“I know what you mean,” I comment. “I’m from Lexington and although we get snow, sometimes blizzard conditions, I’ve never seen it so bad.”
“Well,” Maureen adds, “at least we’re inside in the warmth.”
Her husband takes her hand, which is sweet. I glance at Geary and he has a soft look on his face as he turns his dark gaze and caresses my face. Geary leans in close and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. “You take my breath away.” His lips brush against mine as he settles back in his chair.
I offer the other couple a small smile of apology because I momentarily forgot I wasn’t alone with Geary. Maureen’s eyes are filled with amusement as she looks between us. “How long have you both been together?”
Surprised, I pause and glance to Geary who grins. “Not long.” He squeezes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “But she’s who I want to be with.”
“Oh wow, you are a handsome
man and a sweet talker too, huh?” Maureen laughs. “You remind me of Harry when we first met.” She faces her husband and has a whimsical look on her face. “I was dating someone else at the time, but one handshake changed my life. I have what all the romance authors write about, a love that’s worth cherishing.” Clearing her throat she turns back to us. “When you find that one special person who turns your world upside down and your mind, don’t let them go.”
Without missing a beat, Geary replies, “I don’t plan to.”
My heart jumps in my chest and butterflies take flight.
During the meal, Maureen and Harry never stop talking, in a nice way. We now know their medical history, all about the lives of their children and grandchildren, and when they started asking about Geary and me, I started to feel uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what ‘we’ are. We both want the other, and to spend time together, but Geary’s life isn’t in Lexington, which mine is. What happens when Christmas is over with? He said he didn’t plan to let me go, if I was reading him correctly, so what are we going to do?
On that thought, I force a smile and slide my hand to Geary’s thigh. He smiles and leaning into me, places a kiss to my cheek. “You ready to leave?” he whispers into my ear.
I nod and slip my hand into his. “I’m ready.” He smiles softly, helping me to my feet before he turns to the other couple. “We’re heading back to the room. It’s been a long day.”
Both Maureen and Harry give us a knowing look, which I try to ignore as a blush creeps up my neck and into my cheeks.
As we leave the bar area, Geary wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close. “My ears are ringing.”
“Mine too. They’re a sweet couple and have been together a long time.”
“I was surprised when they said they’d met at fourteen.” Geary shakes his head. “That’s forty years together. I don’t think I’ve met any couple who have spent forty years together.”
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