by Tamara Black
“Fuck me,” I begged as I raised my ass in the air with my breasts against the thick carpet.
A moment later, he was kneeling behind me. I felt one of his strong hands on my ass cheek. With the other, he guided his cock to my soaking wet pussy. Slowly, he slid it into me. I reached down and gently rubbed my clit as he penetrated me completely. He was soon moving it in and out, faster and faster. I tried to push back when he thrust forward so that he would go even deeper.
“Unh,” he grunted.
Was he going to come already? I thought. Then I had my answer. His cock throbbed inside me as he plunged into me one last time. I felt his body shake as he put his hands on my ass to try to steady himself.
“Yeah, baby,” I said. “That was good.”
He slowly pulled out of me then sat on the floor with his back to the couch. “Wow.”
I crawled over and snuggled next to him with my head nestled on his chest. “Was it good for you two?”
“The best.”
His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. We enjoyed the afterglow for a moment or two in silence. The fire continued to crackle across the room, keeping us warm. Suddenly, the gravity of being trapped hit me.
“We're going to get out of this, right?” I asked, feeling silly.
“Yeah.” He pulled me closer to him. “It might take a day or so, but it will be soon. There's a lot of great people who work this mountain.”
“I found that out,” I said.
We made our way upstairs to the master bedroom and got into bed together after we each cleaned up and brushed our teeth. Sleep fell over me quickly because I felt safe and comfortable with the strong man in bed with me. I wasn't sure how life could get better. I knew my vacation was going to end quickly, but I planned on making memories that would last forever.
EIGHT
James
When I woke up the next day, Teona was still sleeping. I slowly slid out of bed, managing not to wake her. After getting dressed, I went to the front door to see what I could do about digging out a tunnel. If I put the snow into a bucket, I could carry it upstairs and throw it out the second story window until I could break through. The job was a big one, but I knew it had to be done.
Part of me wanted to give up and just stay in bed with Teona for days, but with a storm this bad, I had to get out to help all the other people on the mountain. As a Ranger, I had a responsibility to everyone who was in the area. After I dug out a bucketful of snow, I decided to put it in the kitchen sink so it would melt. I wasn't sure if it would work or not, but I had to try something.
Teona woke up a little while later and walked over to see what I was doing. She didn't say anything, but she smiled and headed toward the kitchen. I worked a little while longer, but I gave up because I wasn't making any progress. After I shut the door, I took off my boots and coat. The smell of bacon drifted into the living room.
“That smells so good,” I said then walked over and kissed her.
We had a great breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast. The conversation was simple. We didn't talk about what had happened the night before, which was fine with me. I knew that over thinking things rarely solved any problems. Besides, what had happened wasn't a problem in my mind. And from what I could tell, she had enjoyed herself as well. Then she brought it up as we finished eating.
“About last night...” she began.
I looked into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts.
“I just wanted to say that it was great, but you don't have to think I'm going to chase after you or anything. I mean, I live on the other side of the country.”
“Maybe I want you to chase me.”
She smiled. “You're so wonderful. But like I said...”
“I know. You live far away from here. And I don't think I can leave the mountain.”
As an awkward silence crept into the space around us, we both heard a loud horn outside. I jumped up and headed to the front door. Opening it, I could make out a truck.
“We're in here,” I yelled.
About an hour later, a team of people finished clearing a path to the house. We were both dressed and waiting at the door when they broke through the small tunnel I'd created earlier that morning. I smiled when I saw Johnson and some of the other men I worked with occasionally.
“You guys okay?” Johnson asked.
“Yeah. I stopped here when the storm first started.”
“You should be glad you did,” he said. “A couple people are missing that were out that evening.”
I frowned. “I'm ready to help. Give me a minute, okay?”
He nodded and they walked back to the waiting plow trucks and snowmobiles. I turned to Teona.
“I have to go help,” I said.
“I totally understand.”
She smiled at me, but I wasn't sure that she really did understand. Regardless, I knew what I had to do, and I joined the other men on the truck to go help rescue other people. They'd had to use a back road that wasn't usually plowed to get to us, but the GPS tracker on my snowmobile had let them know where to find me. As we drove away to help others, I had to put what had happened with Teona out of my mind even though it was difficult.
NINE
Teona
When he came back two days later, I instantly threw my arms around him. We had just met, I had missed him when he was gone. That told me a lot about my feelings for him. He kissed me then pulled back a little and looked into my eyes.
“You been okay? I hated to leave you, but...”
“I understand. It's okay. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to leave.”
“Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, if you're leaving should we get closer?”
“You don't want to?” I asked, reaching down to grab him through his jeans.
“Well...”
I smiled.
“I thought so.”
He took off his coat and shoes and followed me upstairs to the bedroom. I had candles throughout the room. I'd been waiting for him to return. The D.H. Lawrence book had been nice, as well as the other two I read, but the words couldn't compare to the feeling of a man holding me in his arms.
I undressed him, and he took off my clothes. All the while, we tried to kiss each other as much as possible. My soft breasts pressed against his hard chest as we kissed and made our way to the bed. I sat down on the edge and scooted back a little, spreading my legs again.
“You like me going down on you?” he asked with a grin.
My head nodded up and down almost unconsciously as he got down on his knees beside the bed. His powerful hands roamed all over my body, touching me in just the right way in all the places that should be touched on a woman. Then his tongue began to trace the outline of my outer lips gently. I loved the way he teased me even more this time because I knew he was building up to a crescendo of joy.
He kissed and licked every inch of me that mattered sexually. After just a few minutes, I felt myself falling toward an orgasm already. He paused again and looked up at me. I put on a fake pout as I bent my head to look down at him. When I bucked my hips up, he moved back even more.
“Please, baby,” I begged.
His flat tongue pressed firmly against my clitoris then began slowly moving up and down. I began to grind my pussy against his face as he placed his hands on my hips and really went to town. He ate me as if he was on death row and I was his very last meal.
When I came, I cried out in pleasure. He pulled away quickly this time. Then, before I could catch my breath, he was standing between my legs. With a quick thrust, his cock filled me. I felt my pussy stretch around his thick member as he penetrated me over and over again.
“You're so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear as he bent down.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
Faster and faster he plunged into me, slightly changing his stroke every now and again, just enough to keep me stimulated. The friction built up quickly, and I felt another orga
sm building. I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him close as he continued to fuck me.
I felt him throb and grow a little bigger inside me. The thought of him coming sent me over the edge. His hard cock was squeezed by my pussy as my body shuddered. He grunted and pushed into me one last time before he grunted and came. I held him close as his body shook.
He joined me on the bed a moment later. As our bodies touched, I felt good. I knew a lot of it had to do with the fact that I'd just had an orgasm with a really hot man, but it was more than that. James was special somehow. Suddenly, all the money in the world meant nothing if I didn't have him with me.
“What would you think if I said I wanted to stay here in Colorado?” I asked quietly.
The long silence scared me.
“I wish you would.”
“Really?”
I sat up on my elbow and stared at his face. His eyes weren't those of a liar. As a lawyer, I was good at reading people. James was unlike anyone I'd ever met before.
“I was thinking about it over the last few days while I was helping people. I mean, I know we just met, but...”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said.
TEN
James
A month after we met, Teona moved in with me. She had made a lot of money as a lawyer and had nice savings, but she continued to make money by consulting via Skype. Her paycheck was routinely bigger than mine, but neither of us cared. I showed her the mountains I loved, and we grew closer with each day we spent together.
Three months later, I made her my wife. She said yes when I asked her on top of one of the slopes. Over the next two years, I was in paradise. We had three children together. Thomas and Aidan, twins, came first. They were followed about a year and a half later by Adrianna, the most beautiful baby girl I had ever seen.
We decided to buy a bed and breakfast in the area so that we could work together and raise our children. I still went out on the mountain whenever possible, but my main concern was my family. Every year on the anniversary of when we met, we locked ourselves in a cabin for three days. We usually had to pretend we were snowed in, but it gave us time to be together with no one else around.
More Than Friends
ONE
Mercedes
When I first met Logan Walker, we were both in school. We became close friends immediately. One of our passions was watching movies, which we still enjoyed as much as possible. The film we watched didn't matter as much to us as the fact that we got to spend a little time together. Both in our twenties, we didn't have a lot of time to hang out anymore.
“I'm so glad you broke up with that bitch,” I said as I reached into the large, plastic bowl for some popcorn.
“Melinda?”
“Yeah, I hated her. She was so not right for you.”
“Really?”
Logan turned to look at me for a moment then looked back at the television screen.
“Not at all. I knew right away she didn't care about you.”
“Why the hell didn't you say anything?” he asked then laughed.
“Oh, you know. The heart wants what the heart wants.”
“Well, I think my heart is broke.”
“Aww...”
“No, I mean I'm not going to be handing it to anyone in the near future.”
“The bachelor life for you, huh?”
He nodded, and we both became silent as we got into the movie on the screen. The romantic comedy he'd picked was turning out to be more sensual than funny. We usually laughed at the fake romance seen in most movies, but there was something different happening. Maybe it was the wine we were drinking or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, I could sense the change. Did he?
As the movie continued, I found it hard to concentrate on what was happening. All I could think about was how close our bodies were on the couch. This had never been an issue before, but I had started wondering what it would like to be more than friends with Logan. We got along so well together and really knew how to communicate with each other.
I glanced over at him. His pale, white face and close cropped black hair looked different for some reason. It took everything I had not to reach over and rub the top of his head. Would he freak out if I snuggled up against him? Should I risk the good thing we had by taking it further? As I watched him watch the movie, I gathered the courage to rest my head against his arm.
He looked down at me a moment, but he didn't move away. We had slept in the same bed together before, but we'd never even kissed. Well, there was the one time we did years earlier, but we'd both started laughing so much we'd never talked about it again. This night was different. I felt something in the air. Maybe it was the moody music from the movie's soundtrack?
Confident with my first small move, I reached out and put my hand on his thigh. Once again, he turned to look at me. This time, he didn't turn away immediately. I dove into his eyes, not ever wanting to look away. What was going on in that big brain of his? Before I had the answer, my body took over for me. Almost involuntarily, I leaned forward. My head tilted slightly as our lips moved closer and closer.
Then came the moment of contact. His lips were so soft. Mine pressed against his for just a moment. When I pulled back, I saw he was a little shocked but definitely not disgusted by what happened. I knew that because he moved forward and kissed me again. This time, our mouths opened and our tongues began to wrestle with each other. I felt my heart beating faster.
Just then, his cell phone rang. I frowned slightly as he backed away and pulled it out of his front pocket of his jeans. His smile disappeared when he read the caller ID. I couldn't see the screen of his phone, but from his reaction I knew it was probably Melinda. He had given up on her after she cheated on him, but she was trying to regain her control over him. It made me so mad that he didn't see it himself.
“Is it her?” I asked.
“Yeah, I got to go.”
“You can answer here if you want.”
“I know. I don't want to talk to her.”
“Why are you leaving?”
I was genuinely confused. Had we ruined over a decade of friendship with one simple kiss? Were all the songs about kissing your friend true?
“I just need to be alone for a while.”
I knew there was nothing I could say to him to change his mind. As an artist, he spent a lot of time alone. This was something I knew about him and accepted. He stood up and looked down at me on the couch.
“Thanks for the movie. I'll call you.”
“Okay...”
Should I bring up the kiss? I knew the answer to that question before it even filtered through my mind. I waved as he headed to the front door of my apartment. After he was gone, I turned the movie off. All I could think about was the feeling of his lips against mine, the way his tongue knew exactly what to do. While I hadn't been with a lot of men in my life, the kiss with Logan had been unique.
I sighed and stood up. It wasn't late enough to go to sleep, so I decided to take a warm bath with bubbles. Soaking in water always helped me think things through. As the tub filled, I got undressed and lit a couple candles. When I stepped into the water, I wondered briefly if Logan just didn't like my body. We had kissed for the first time, but before it was over he had left. What did that mean?
The warm water felt comfortable as I sat back, my hands at my sides. I looked down at my breasts. Were they not good enough for him? He had seen them once accidentally for a few seconds. Did he hate them? Or was it because I was black and he was white? That had never been a problem with our friendship, so I didn't see it as the reason he had stopped our make-out session so suddenly.
Maybe he was still in love with Melinda. If he was in love with her, it wouldn't surprise me. He loved being a martyr, and that bitch gave him all the pain and suffering he could stand. I had been surprised when he broke up with her recently, but part of me knew it wouldn't last. As I soaked and let my thoughts float from one to another, I wondered if
he was with her at that exact moment.
TWO
Logan
I didn't return the call from Melinda or even listen to the voicemail she had left me. Any other man would have stayed with Mercedes and made out with her, but I really valued the friendship we'd built over a period of eleven years. The drive to my apartment was a short one. Inside, I looked at all the paintings I had throughout the living room. They all looked like shit to me.
After I turned my phone off, I headed into the bathroom. The fact that I loved taking baths was something I hadn't even shared with Mercedes. She accepted me for who I was most of the time, but I didn't need her making fun of the only real escape I had anymore. As the tub filled with warm water, I went to my computer and turned on one of my relaxation stations on Pandora.
Music filled my apartment as I slipped into my bath. I got as much of my body under the water as possible. My thoughts began to roam. The first destination was what had happened with Mercedes. We had never kissed before. Did she think I left because of the call from Melinda? Why had I left? I kicked myself again for the missed opportunity.
Then, gradually, I realized that I'd made the right decision. We'd drunk a little wine, which could excuse the kiss as long as we didn't go further. I just wanted to make sure that I didn't ruin my friendship with her. Over the years, she had always been there for me. I would love to sleep with her, but I knew that sex changed all relationships. Many friendships had been ruined by too much physical contact.
I still remembered clearly the exact day that she came into my life. Her family moved on the same block as me. They were the first black family to move into the neighborhood. A lot of the other kids made fun of her and her two brothers because of her skin color, but I saw right away that she was different, that she was special. I wasn't interested in girls at that age, but we ended up friends before that summer was over.