by Lola StVil
Her pussy clenches tightly around me, holding me in place as she comes hard. She throws her head back, and I run my tongue up her throat as she comes. She moans, long and low, as her body goes rigid.
Her muscles start to relax, and her head comes back up. The sated look in her eyes pushes me over the edge as her pussy relaxes and I can move again. I slam into her, a final stroke that fills her right to the top of her pussy, making her eyes go wide.
I spurt my seed deep into her, my cock pulsing as my orgasm shoots through me, lighting me up. I call out her name in a low, husky voice that I barely recognize as my own. She sucks in a breath and clings to me, whispering my name over and over again as a final wave takes her away.
I come back down slowly, my breaths hurting my raw throat. My arms are shaking, but I don’t let them collapse. I hover above Aria, watching her as she sucks in great gulps of air. I slip out of her, instantly missing the feel of her pussy around my cock.
Her legs are still wrapped around me, and I lift myself to my knees, holding her against me. I shuffle so I’m sitting down, holding her against my chest. I pull the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap my arms around her, covering us up as she puts her head on my shoulder.
I feel a rush of her warm breath on my neck as she lets out a soft laugh.
“I always said the snow brings magic with it. But I had no idea how much.”
She lifts her head and looks me in the eyes. I can see the love she has for me radiating out of her. I lean forward and kiss her gently on the mouth.
I might have taken her virginity, but she has taken my heart.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TWO YEARS LATER
ARIA
I sit in my office looking through an invoice. I know something is off with it; I just can’t put my finger on what exactly it is. I pick up a pen and idly sit clicking it against my teeth as I think.
My thoughts don’t stay on the invoice for long, as much as I try to force them to. They go instead to Colton, to the way he made love to me last night until I was raw. I’m aching everywhere, and my pussy feels so swollen, yet I would jump on him right now if he was here.
I was worried that once we got married, it would change, but it didn’t. It only made us stronger and even more adventurous in the bedroom. Yesterday was our first wedding anniversary, and Colton drove me wild all night. No wonder I can’t concentrate now as I think back to last night. It was orgasm after orgasm. He was relentless and pushed me past any point I have ever been to. He made me weightless; he let me fly.
I have never been happier in all my life. I am married to the most amazing man on the planet, and we found out last week that I’m pregnant. Colton was so excited when I told him. He kissed me and whooped, jumping into the air. He ran out the door, and I had no idea where he was going. He was gone for about half an hour, and when he returned, he had the most beautiful stroller I’ve ever seen. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was far too early to be buying things. I just enjoyed his excitement.
My career is going from strength to strength too. Once I finished school, I told Colton I needed to look for another job. I didn’t want to be an admin assistant all my life. He sat me down and told me he had a plan if I was up for it. He wanted to go back on the tools, to work with his hands again. And he wanted me to take over running the company.
I refused at first. It didn’t seem right that I would jump over Clare like that. She was the obvious choice to take over the company. He told me he already spoke to her about it and she was cool with it, but I knew I had to hear that from her without any pressure from him.
I took her out for lunch, and she told me she loved her job, but she couldn’t think of anything worse than having the pressure of running the whole company on her shoulders. I crave that pressure. I love tight deadlines and beating the odds. She also told me that if someone other than Colton was going to be her boss, she would much rather it be me than some random asshole off the streets.
The decision was made, and Clare and I forgot about work. Our lunch became rather boozy, and I rolled home drunk at midnight. Colton laughed at me, reminding me of the time I threw up when he took me home for the first time.
Clare and I work well as a team, and she’s become one of my closet friends. She was even matron of honor at my wedding, and Colton and I went for a week in the Bahamas late last year with her and Andrew and their kids.
A knock comes on my office door, pulling me back to the moment. I hope it’s Clare and not one of the temps we’ve hired. Maybe she can spot the problem in this damn invoice.
“Come in,” I call.
The door opens, and my heart skips a beat as Colton slips into my office and closes the door.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be out at the governor’s place,” I say.
Ironically, the governor still wanted to work with Colton after the party, and he regularly recommends him to his inner circle.
“I was,” he says with a grin. “Do you have a problem with me playing hooky, boss?”
I laugh. “Well, I don’t see why you should get to, while I’m stuck working,” I say.
“See, that’s the thing. I thought perhaps we could both skip out for an hour.”
“An hour, huh? And how do you propose we spend that hour?”
He grins at me. “Look out the window,” he says.
I frown but get up, go to the window, and pull the blinds open. I gasp in delight when I look down onto the street. Fat white snowflakes drift down. It’s just beginning to stick. My pussy tightens as I look out at the snow. I can never again see snow without thinking of the night Colton and I made “us” official, snowed into this very building, and the way he brought me to life that night.
It wasn’t just once, either. We kept drifting into sleep and waking up, and going at it again. By the next morning, I was sure my insides would drop out at some point, and that I would never be the same again. They didn’t, of course, but I was never really the same again. I was more than I had ever been. Colton is the puzzle piece that was missing.
I turn from the window and sit down on the sill, beckoning him over. He comes to me and takes me in his arm, kissing me forcefully on the mouth. Shivers run through my body, and my pussy floods at the thought of his touch.
He pulls my blouse out of my skirt and pushes his hands into it, rubbing them over my skin. His hands are cold, and I feel my skin puckering as he touches me. I run my hands up his back. I push one hand into his hair, pressing his lips tighter against mine.
I move my hands lower, cupping his ass and pressing my body against him. I reach around to the front of him and open his jeans. I slip one had inside and begin to jerk him off.
He sucks in a breath, and I move my hand faster. He pulls back from the kiss and looks at me. I can see how much he wants me as his eyes darken. He opens my blouse and pushes my bra up, kneading my breasts and making me catch my breath.
I suddenly remember myself.
“That door doesn’t lock, you know,” I say.
I don’t stop working on his cock, though. He leans closer to me, whispering against my neck.
“I know. That’s what makes it so hot. Anyone could walk in right now and see the boss in a whole new light as she pleasures one of her workers.”
I go to pull my hand away, his words making the scenario all too real. He grabs my wrist, pushing my hand back into his jeans. He laughs, sending a shiver through me as his breath tickles my neck.
“Relax. I told Clare not to disturb us and not to let anyone else in here.”
That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I smile at him and pick up my pace, squeezing him hard. His breath catches in his throat, and he moans out my name. I know he’s on the brink, and I lean closer, running my tongue along his neck.
He tugs on one of my nipples, a warning that I choose to ignore. He tugs again, harder this time when I don’t stop milking him. I cry out, but I still keep moving. With a tortured moan, he gri
ps my wrist and pulls my hand away. He pulls me to my feet and shakes his head.
“You are something else,” he says.
He turns me around and lifts my skirt up, shoving it roughly up around my waist. He grabs my panties, and I wait for him to push them down, but he doesn’t. He tears them away with one strong tug. I gasp as he throws them to one side.
“That’ll teach you to push me,” he says, pulling my body back against his. I hear rustling as he pushes his jeans and boxers down. His hands come back up and he runs his fingers over my breasts in circles, bringing the nipples to points. “Good luck getting anything done later thinking of me and knowing you’re not wearing any panties.”
I swallow hard, lust pulsing through me at the thought of sitting here with no underwear, wet and writhing on my chair as I think of him fucking me.
He takes hold of my wrist and pushes my hand down to my pussy.
“Show me what you’ll do once I’m gone,” he commands me.
I push my fingers inside my lips and massage my clit. I feel fire spreading through my veins. It’s so hot putting on a show for Colton. I can feel his breathing quickening, his chest heaving against my back. His rock-hard cock is sitting between my legs, teasing my opening.
I massage my clit, making myself wet for Colton. He sucks in a breath as it coats him. His hands are on my hips and his grip tightens. He pulls me back harder against him, bucking his hips and slamming the end of his cock against my opening.
I gasp for breath as my orgasm approaches. Colton stiffens behind me, moaning. Right as I’m about to come, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from myself. I stand, gasping, desperate for release, my clit and pussy throbbing in agonizing ecstasy.
He pushes the shoulder of my blouse down my arm and nips the skin on the top of my shoulder between his teeth, making me yelp.
“And that’s where you stop,” he says.
He moves his mouth along my shoulder and nips my skin in his teeth again.
“You come for me and only me.”
He kisses along my shoulder to my neck. He nibbles my neck, sending a wave of goose bumps rushing up my skin and over my scalp.
“Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I say quietly.
He bites my neck again, harder this time. “I said, is that clear?”
“Yes,” I shout. “Yes. Yes. It’s clear.”
His tongue runs up my neck and across my jaw. I turn my head to meet his lips, and he kisses me roughly.
“It had fucking better be,” he says against my lips.
He kisses me again. I am pulsing with desire, the need for him like a physical ache inside me. I don’t know much longer I can stand it. I press my thighs together, but all it does is send another pulse through me.
He moves his mouth back to my neck. He sucks on my earlobe and runs his tongue across it.
“Come for me, angel,” he whispers.
He releases my wrist, but I don’t need my fingers anymore. His words, his breath on me, the husky lust I hear in his voice, they do it for me. I fall over the edge, fireworks exploding deep inside me as my climax hits me. I push my fingers to my clit, pushing myself further, needing to come harder.
As I coast into my second orgasm, Colton pushes my head down toward the windowsill. I brace myself with my other hand, and he slams his cock into me. I gasp as the world before me weaves as my orgasm takes me to another level.
I can feel Colton’s cock pounding into me, his hands on my hips, pulling me roughly onto him. My hand slips off my clit, and I put it beside the other one on the windowsill, using it to push myself even further onto him, needing to feel all of him inside me.
I can hear his breathing, short gasps that sound pained as he pumps into me. I explode as his cock hits my center. I tumble over into pure bliss. My pussy clenches; my clit throbs. My stomach whirls, my toes curl, my hair even frizzes as my insides clench. My skin is tingling, every nerve brought to life by Colton’s touch.
For a moment, I think it’s too much. I can’t suck in a single breath, and black spots dance among the snowflakes that fall in front of me. An explosion rips through my body, teasing painful, amazing pulses through every part of me.
I manage to gasp in a choked breath and moan loudly. I gasp in another, and as I go to scream Colton’s name, a cool hand covers my mouth, stopping my scream and turning it into a gurgling moan.
He takes his hand away from my mouth, reminding me where we are. As the next wave assaults me, I whimper as I try to hold back the scream. I need the release. I need the primal release of crying out as wave after wave surges through me.
Colton runs his fingernails along my back, and it arches of its own accord, leaving me rigid. Still Colton pumps into me, faster and harder now. Each thrust sends a sharp sting through my pussy as his cock stretches me out.
My release comes, pulling me from the heights of torment to the heights of pleasure. I relax, letting it flood me, knowing Colton won’t let me fall. I can’t see or hear. I can only feel.
I begin to coast down, and I’m more aware of Colton moving inside me. He’s close now, his thrusts more furious than ever, his breath nothing more than a series of gasps and moans. I am putty in his hands. I feel his cock twitching as he hits his climax. I feel his hands squeeze my hips, holding me in place against him as he fills me up. I feel a warm rush inside me, and then another one. Colton sucks in a breath, and his grip on me relaxes.
My knees give way, and he grips me again, holding me tightly. He wraps his arms around my waist and sinks to the floor, pulling me down with him. He turns so his back is pressed to the wall, cradling me against his chest.
His chest is heaving as he fights to get himself back under control. His eyes are closed and there’s a half-smile on his lips. I lean forward and lightly kiss along his lips. He moans and half opens his eyes. I feel his smile beneath my lips.
He wraps his arms tighter around me, holding me to him. Neither of us have the breath to talk. We don’t need words. The way he clings to me says it all. We sit that way for a while, relaxed and recharging.
Colton’s eyes start to close, and I smile and push myself up. He smiles back at me sleepily.
“No time for sleeping. You’ve got a job to get to.”
He shakes his head and laughs. “You sure are a hard-ass, Aria Blackwell.”
It sends a shiver though me to hear his name with mine like that. It always does.
I look pointedly at my torn panties and raise an eyebrow. “Not as hard as you.”
I reach my hand down, and Colton takes it, but instead of me pulling him to his feet, he pulls me back down onto him. I shriek and laugh as I tumble into his arms.
“Two years later and you’re still falling for me,” he says.
He kisses me, and I melt into his arms.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THREE MONTHS LATER
COLTON
Tonight, I take Aria out to her favorite restaurant. We both have the duck, her favorite. I finish my last forkful and lean back in my chair. I moan.
“God, I’m so stuffed,” I say.
“Me too,” Aria says. “But we still have to get dessert. That’s the best part.”
I smile and look at her. The blue streak from her hair is gone, but other than that, she looks no different to the day I met her. Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at me across the table.
“What?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing. I was just enjoying the view.”
She blushes slightly and looks down at the table. Our desserts arrive. I have a raspberry and lemon mousse, and Aria has a chocolate lava cake. The second she tastes it, she moans in pleasure. My cock responds to her moan, stiffening in my jeans. I scoot my chair closer to the table, covering my lap.
Aria spoons up more cake and holds the spoon out to me.
“I haven’t tried my own yet.” I laugh.
“It doesn’t matter. There’s no way it’s going to be as good as this,” she says.
> I lean forward, and she puts the cake in my mouth. It is damn good, and I nod appreciatively. I swallow it and take a drink of red wine, and then I try my own dessert.
“You’re wrong,” I say. “Mine’s better.”
“No way,” she says.
I load my spoon and hold it out to her. Watching her lips close around the spoon makes me think of her lips around my cock, and it does nothing to convince my hard-on to go down. Aria moves the mousse around her mouth, her head to one side.
“It’s a pretty close second,” she says after she swallows it.
I laugh and shake my head. We finish our desserts.
“Would you like a drink to finish?” I ask, already knowing what her answer will be.
“No,” she says. Her hand goes to her stomach.
She won’t even drink real coffee anymore; she insists on decaf. I laugh.
“I was joking,” I say. “But we could have a coffee if you have room.”
“I’ll have a decaf, then. You should have a drink, though.”
“Now, Mrs. Blackwell, anyone would think you were trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me.”
She grins and doesn’t deny it. I look up, searching for our waiter. A waitress loaded down with a tray of drinks goes past. She looks frustrated. The restaurant is busy, and she is trying to move as quickly as she can. The waitress trips, and I wince, waiting for the crash, but it doesn’t come. She saves the drinks and keeps moving. Aria shakes her head in wonder.
“How did she manage to save that entire tray of drinks and I couldn’t?” she says.
I take her hand over the table. “I don’t know. But I’m damn glad you didn’t save them that day.”
“Me too.”
She rubs her thumb gently over the palm of my hand. Even this touch sets me on fire, and I debate not bothering with the order of coffee and just taking her home.
“You know,” I say, “I didn’t know how empty my life was until you came and agreed to be mine and filled it up.”
She smiles, and I think I can see tears shining in her eyes. “You showed me I was right to wait for someone special, because when you came along, it made it all worthwhile. You were more than worth waiting for, Colton.”