Snow Kissed

by Jessica Clare

  Ria’s avid gaze went unerringly to his erect penis and she audibly swallowed. He would have laughed, if arousal didn’t literally have him by the balls. All he could manage was a tight grimace and he was sure it didn’t look as reassuring as he meant it to.

  He knew without conceit that he was larger than average, and he’d never felt bigger or harder that he did at that moment, with Ria tracing every inch, ridge and vein with a gaze that felt like a hot caress, his cock throbbing with his heartbeat, pre-come visible at his swollen tip. His balls were drawn up tight against him, literally aching to release his semen. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her and he was glad he’d already given her an orgasm, although as far as he was concerned this was just the beginning.

  He walked to her, his stiff cock bobbing with every step, and her eyes remained glued on him.

  “Let’s get these off, shall we?” He reached for her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside.

  She was still sitting at the edge of the bed and he drew her legs up and placed her feet on the duvet. She started to scoot back but he held her hips, keeping her perched on the edge. “No, I want you wide open to me. I want to be able to get every inch of my cock in you.”

  Ria gave a breathy cry at his words and he could see arousal winning out over any residual nerves. She bit her lip and nodded, reclining back on her elbows, her legs spread wide and knees up. This position left her open and vulnerable, and he swallowed a growl at how utterly arousing he found it, found her.

  He grabbed hold of his organ, and even the touch of his own hand was wildly exciting, he was that close to the edge.

  He stroked his tip along her slit, gasping at the sensation. He rubbed the glans over her clit, and they both cried out when he pressed the tiny hole of his penis against her clit, coating it with his pre-come, fucking his penis with her sensitive little bud. Again and again, he dragged the head up and down her opening and her clit, torturing them both with the pleasure until she was squirming against him and making those little mewling cries.

  Finally, Ria begged, “Gabriel, please! I need you, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Gabriel shuddered—he’d made them both wait long enough. He quickly positioned the head at her opening again and cupped his hands around her sweetly curved bottom, angling her perfectly for his full penetration. He eagerly pressed forward and then froze, swearing violently.

  “Fuck! Ria, please tell me that you’re on birth control.”

  He couldn’t believe he nearly forgot about it—it would have been the height of carelessness, for both of them. It had been so long for him, he didn’t even have any condoms with him, so everything depended on her. God, please let her be taking something…

  Ria tore her fascinated gaze away from his cock just barely inside her body and blinked at him before realization set in.

  “Oh! Oh. Um, yes, I’m actually on the pill. But I should mention that I have condoms in my purse too. I dropped it in the other room.”

  Gabriel hesitated—by rights he should be getting the condoms. But his penis was throbbing urgently at her entrance and he selfishly didn’t want any barrier, no matter how thin, between them. “How many did you bring?”

  “Um, one, maybe two, I’m not sure.”

  “That won’t be enough for me tonight—we’ll have to risk it at least once. If I tell you that I’m clean, will that be enough for you?”

  Ria paused and then to his relief, she slowly nodded. “Yes, that’s enough. And I’m clean too.”

  Gabriel smiled. “Good to know. I promise to make this worth the risk.”

  And then with his hands holding her hips securely, he thrust, his thick length forging through her tight muscles all the way into her, not stopping until he was buried as deep he could go, his balls nestled against her.

  He barely registered her gasp and the sudden stiffness of her body, or the unusual resistance he’d felt when he pushed through her narrow, clinging passage. All he could think about was the sheer bliss of being inside her with her hot, wet sheath hugging him so tightly. But realization finally settled in and he swore again, this time for a different reason.

  “Fuck! Dammit, Ria, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

  Ria winced and tried to shrug. “I didn’t think it was important, or that you’d noticed.” She bit her lip, quickly blinking away a tear.

  Gabriel groaned and closed his eyes. Of course he’d noticed, he just didn’t put all the clues together until it was too late. He silently berated himself for letting desire blind him to the truth.

  He opened his eyes when Ria’s small voice asked him, “Are you mad? Do you want to stop?”

  The last thing he wanted was for Ria to think that she’d done anything wrong in wanting him. “No, of course not. Does this feel like I want to stop?”

  And very gently, he nudged her, his cock bumping her cervix.

  Ria gasped at the sensation and he could feel her pussy tighten on him in reaction. He gritted his teeth against his instinct to move again. Only when he was sure he had his unruly body under control could he continue to talk. “I knew you were inexperienced, but there’s a big difference between less experienced and no experience. I could have really hurt you—did I?”

  Ria shook her head quickly. “Oh no, it was more like a sting at first, it didn’t really hurt that much. I think it was more surprise than anything else. And what pain there was seems to be getting better already. Besides, you had made me so wet, I truly didn’t think it was going to hurt at all. And I wanted you so much, even if I had known that it would definitely hurt it wouldn’t have made a difference—all that mattered was that I had you inside me.”

  He shuddered at her words—they echoed how he felt too, the mindless urgency of getting inside her, no matter what. “God, that really was your first orgasm, wasn’t it?”

  She nodded shyly. “I think I had little ones before when I touched myself, but they really can’t compare to what you made me feel.”

  He could feel himself swell even bigger inside her at her words. Her cunt was gripping him so tightly all along his shaft—the pleasure was exquisite, and more than anything he wanted to move. But he had to be sure. “How do you feel now?”

  Ria slowly smiled and suddenly her vaginal muscles clenched, squeezing him like a vise. He gasped and arched, pushing his cock even deeper inside her. She cried out in reaction, her back bowing. She panted heavily for a moment, before saying, “I think it’s safe to say I feel fine.”

  And then she clenched down on him again.

  Gabriel grunted, his control breaking as his body took over. He thrust slowly, nearly leaving her body before plunging all the back way inside her. Ria whimpered and met him stroke for stroke, arching her hips so that their groins rubbed together with each deep inward lunge, her breasts bouncing enticingly with every thrust.

  “Christ, I can’t believe how good you feel. Your pussy is so hot and tight around my cock, and you’re so soft and silky inside.”

  He hooked one leg over his arm and leaned forward, Ria moaning at the new position that opened her up even more. Gabriel braced himself on his arms so that he was now over Ria, caging her with his body. He bent down and found her mouth, licking feverishly at her lips and capturing her little gasping cries. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and she sucked greedily on it as her cunt sucked and squeezed his cock, causing him to break his rhythm and quicken his thrusts. Ria tore her mouth away, nearly sobbing in reaction.

  “Oh, yes, please, faster, more!” she begged, frantically bucking up, trying to urge him on, clutching at his shoulders and back.

  He wasn’t sure how much more of this mind-blowing pleasure he could take but he didn’t want it to end either, it was so good. Ria was getting close too—her pussy was getting even hotter and wetter and he reached down and massaged her clit, rolling it between his fingers.

  “Come for me again,” he growled. “I need to feel you come all over me.”r />
  It was enough to push her over the edge—she suddenly screamed and her pussy clamped down on his cock, massaging it rhythmically with her internal muscles.

  The pleasure was so sweet, so piercing until it became unbearable and he was helpless to stave off his climax any longer. His hips pistoning, he finally came with a roar, his orgasm crashing over him in endless, perfect waves. He ground himself against Ria, feeling his cock pulse and pulse and he pumped his semen into her until his balls were drained; it felt as it all the years of pain, loss and grief drained away as well, into Ria’s soft, welcoming body.

  He collapsed on her, trying to keep most of his weight on his arms, utterly exhausted but strangely vitalized too. He let his head rest next to Ria’s and she turned her face toward his. He felt her comb her hand through his hair, petting him, and he relaxed into her touch. Her hand drifted to his cheek, caressing him there and along his jaw and she whispered, “Thank you.”

  No, thank you, he thought, savoring the pleasure still coursing lazily through his body. He felt more alive, and at peace, than he had in years.

  Welcome back, he thought in sudden whimsy, but it did feel like a homecoming of sorts, as if he’d found himself again. He waited, braced for the guilt and regret to come crashing down but all he felt was extreme physical satisfaction and a startling contentment.

  He frowned and carefully brought Elle’s image into his mind’s eye. He saw her warm hazel eyes, her loving smile, her beautiful face. He felt lingering sorrow that she was gone but it was just a faint echo of the debilitating grief he’d lived with for years.

  He took an unsteady breath. Was he finally ready to move on? He wasn’t sure how that made him feel, but he knew it was time.

  Goodbye, my love. It seems I’m finally ready to let you go now. I know you would say, And about time too! and he could almost see Elle smile at him in return. Again, he was filled with that sense of peace and contentment.

  All thanks to a chance encounter with a lovely stranger in a strange city. A chance encounter that would only last for one night, since he was scheduled to go home the next day.

  He felt as if he’d been splashed with cold water at the reminder of how temporary this all was—a one-night stand, essentially. But why did it have to be just for one night? He could extend his stay—surely he could convince Ria to see him again. She couldn’t just want a brief hook-up, could she? Not for her first time. He knew he wanted to explore this connection between them—he’d never felt anything quite like this before and so fast too, and she must feel the same way or else she wouldn’t have propositioned him.

  In any case, he had all night to convince her that what they had started was worth exploring, he quickly decided. He would spend the rest of the night giving her orgasms, and she’d be so exhausted in the morning that he’d have an easy time convincing her that this was more than a casual summer fling. He’d always been known as a man used to getting his own way and he saw no reason that would change now.

  He raised himself up from Ria and gently withdrew from body. He was glad he didn’t see any obvious signs of blood or discomfort from her lost virginity, making a note to wet a towel with hot water from the bathroom to soothe any lingering pain, and turned towards the sitting room.

  “Where are you going?” Ria asked sleepily.

  “To fetch the condoms from your bag.”

  “Oh!” All the sleepiness had vanished from her voice.

  He smirked—he really hoped that she only had one condom in there. He couldn’t wait to come in her again.

  TWO

  December, six months later

  “DRAT!” MARIA MUTTERED TO HERSELF, glancing anxiously at the sky. It looked like the meteorologists got it wrong—again. If the ominously heavy looking clouds and a lifetime’s familiarity with New England winters meant anything, the blizzard of the century was about to hit several hours early.

  As if in warning, a few large flakes lazily fell against her windshield before melting away. At least she had some time before the snow really started to fall—when the wind picked up and the snowflakes became smaller and heavier, then she’d really be in trouble if she was still on the road.

  But—she checked the GPS on her phone—it looked like she should be at the Trentham estate in about twenty more minutes. Thank goodness she’d been assured the final interview was more a formality than anything else—otherwise she’d be stuck in New York during a blizzard with no place to go.

  She looked for a radio station with a weather update and to her frustration found instead countless stations playing Christmas music. Maria loved Christmas and Christmas music, but not when she was about to drive into a blizzard.

  She sighed in relief when she passed the sign for the closest town, indicating that her trip was nearly over. The Trentham estate was about ten miles further, and at least there wasn’t much traffic to worry about.

  She quickly reviewed her mental notes about her new family, whom she had yet to meet. She’d interviewed with Matt Drake, the executive assistant of Mr. Trentham twice, once over the phone and then in person in Boston. She was surprised that Mr. Trentham hadn’t been at the second interview, but Matt assured her that she would meet him and the family at the final interview.

  The youngest Trentham, Meggie, technically was her new charge, although she was sure she’d be spending a lot of time with the other children too. Their previous nanny had decided to retire and move out west to be near her oldest daughter who had just given birth to the nanny’s first grandchild. Meggie had just turned five, and aside from attending a private kindergarten in the mornings, Maria would be completely responsible for her care and education until next year, when Meggie was old enough to attend first grade at the nearby exclusive private school her siblings attended.

  The older siblings were Elizabeth, age twelve, and twins Sam and Bridget, age nine. Tragically, their mother died four years ago in a car accident and their father was G. C. Trentham, a venture capitalist. Matt had told her in their last conversation that Mr. Trentham had just become engaged, so at least the children would have a new mother shortly.

  Although a new mother didn’t mean the children wouldn’t still need a nanny—nannies were highly valued among the affluent, which was why she’d decided to become one after leaving the convent. She still had a mountain of college debts to pay off and with the grim reality of public school budget cuts, she was unlikely to get a teaching job that would pay well enough to make a dent in those debts.

  Since she loved children and was trained to work with them, she had decided to become a nanny for a few years, at least until her finances were in better shape. Lucky for her, a certified teacher with both a degree and working experience in childhood education as well as terrific references from the Sisters at the convent school made her a valuable nanny prospect, and the agency hadn’t had any problems finding her well-paying jobs.

  Her most recent family, the Scotts, had been her first live-in situation. She’d been hesitant about being a live-in, but the amount of money she’d be able to save since room and board were included had finally decided her.

  Sophie had been against her being a live-in—she claimed that her social life would be severely limited and that there would be no opportunities to meet any men. Maria had realized the truth of that, which was why she’d decided to do what she did in the summer. She hadn’t realized what kind of impact that night would have on her, or the regrets she’d have. Maria sighed—it was all in the past now and she’d learned to live with her decision.

  While she’d been with the Scotts in Connecticut, her social life had indeed been quite limited, but she hadn’t minded it. She was used to a quiet life at the convent although, ironically, she’d been one of the more boisterous novices there—another sign that she didn’t fit there, no matter how much she wanted to and tried to make it work.

  She’d been with the Scotts for five months and she would miss them all dearly. Although she’d been tempted to join them when they’d
asked her to accompany them to Japan for Mr. Scott’s job transfer, she didn’t have any regrets about saying no. She absolutely wanted to travel and see the world, but she wanted to start with Europe first. She was English on her mother’s side and Austrian on her father’s—they’d been generations removed from the mother countries and both only childs to boot, but she’d wanted to see if she could track down any distant relations.

  Maria knew a part of her yearned for family—that was why she’d been drawn to the Church, although it became obvious that she had no true vocation for it. And why she’d liked working with children and families—it helped quiet the yearning a bit. Her biggest fear was getting too attached to the children and believing herself to be part of the family, but so far, that had not been an issue.

  That was another reason she’d hesitated about being a live-in at first, despite how well it paid—the fear of getting too attached. It had happened to her more than once as a child in foster homes. Thankfully, though she’d grown very fond of the six-year-old twin boys and their baby sister and they to her, it hadn’t been a problem remembering that she wasn’t truly family.

  Maybe Sophie was right, Maria mused, fondly thinking of her best friend back in Boston. Maybe she never felt as if she’d belonged anywhere and that kept her wary of relationships, especially with men. Maybe she really was just too scarred by her childhood abandonment issues.

  Maria snorted and mentally rolled her eyes. Obviously it was time to call Dr. Phil. She had yet to meet anyone—Sophie included—who didn’t have a truckload of issues.

  She slowed down and squinted through her windshield—yes, that was the gated turnoff that would lead directly to the house. She sighed in relief—and none too soon, since the snow had started falling much faster and heavier now.

  She contacted the house from the security panel with a video monitor and camera next to the gate and was buzzed in, the gates opening silently to let her pass through. Even though she was on Trentham property, she still drove for at least half a mile on the long driveway before spotting the house.