“Well, not the way Miki cooks it.”
After dinner, Paden made coffee and they retired onto the balcony, to see the twinkling lights of Miami.
“Will you dance with me?”
She looked at him. “Now?”
He held out his hand. When she placed hers in his, he stood and pulled her into his body. They used the music of the night, the hum of the water, to guide them as they swayed back and forth.
“I wanted to dance with you that night at the Auditorium,” he admitted. “I was jealous of Caleb, that he was the one allowed to hold you, to pull you close.”
The glittering heat in his green eyes warmed her soul. “You have me now.”
He tightened his embrace. “I never want to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“I was hoping.”
“The first time I saw you, I knew you’d change everything.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sorry about that?”
He shook his head. “Not now. At the time, I was terrified.”
“I love you, too, Paden.”
He stopped dancing, gave her another light kiss, and then fell to one knee. From his pocket he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it. The ring was shaped like a snowflake, with a round diamond in the center and small diamonds circling it.
Tears flooded her eyes.
“Would you, Panthea Snow, marry me?”
She nodded before she could get the word out. “Yes!”
He slid the ring on her finger and she threw her arms around him, pulling him tightly to her.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispered.
He scooped her up in his arms and marched through the house, taking her into his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him and sat her down. Their lips met, meshed, kissing and taking from each other happiness and love.
She pulled him to the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. She stepped away and untied the string holding her dress up. It pooled at her feet, revealing that she wore nothing under it.
“You once drove me out of my mind,” she said. “It’s my turn.”
She fell to her knees in front of him and her hands glided upwards, curving around his outer thighs to his tight buttocks before coming around and sliding to his groin. She unbuttoned the pants and pulled the zipper down before tugging at them. The smooth material came down easily, pooling at his feet. His cock tented his briefs so she carefully pulled them around the large shaft. Then she picked one foot at a time to help him step out of his fallen pants.
His body was beautiful, a testament to his outdoor lifestyle. She ran her hands over his muscles, appreciating the corded strength that rippled through them. His cock was eye level with her and she saved that for last, gently taking it between her hands as she explored it carefully.
Longer than her hands, it held a slight curve so that it reached toward his stomach. His scrotum hung heavy behind it, and she lightly tickled the sensitive skin behind it. Other than a twitch he remained impassive, his hands closed into fists at his side. She leaned forward and rose up on her knees, able to lick his cock from the base to the tip. He sucked in his breath so she did it again. She kissed the tip, licked it, tasting his early juice before sliding her lips over it.
Down, down her mouth went, engulfing him as her tongue swirled around his shaft before coming back up. She could feel his body quiver now, but his hands stayed at his sides. Again she went down, a little faster this time, sucking as she pulled off him. Up and down, up and down, sometimes taking it slow, sometimes speeding up, her fingers played with his balls, teasing him until he finally broke. Paden groaned and buried his fingers in her hair, guiding her head up and down on his cock.
She grabbed his ass, clenching her fingers into the flexed muscles and holding on as he thrust into her mouth. He was able to go all the way in and she made an effort to relax her throat. This moment was for him, it was all about him.
Just as she thought he was ready to let loose, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth. Her eyes popped open. He reached for her, pulling her up to kiss her hard on her mouth, juice and all. His tongue slipped in twirling with hers, and she knew he could taste himself. Their bodies meshed together, his leg inserted between her thighs and he pulled her up until she was balanced on his leg, her core grinding itself on him. He half picked her up, half dragged her to the bed, where he fell backwards and she sprawled on top of him.
He brought her knees up on either side of his hips, forcing her to straddle him. His hands ran up her body, over her breasts to cup her head, he pulled her down as he pushed up to meet her half way for another kiss.
As they broke apart, his hips undulated against her.
“Why don’t you put on a condom?” she panted as she ground down on his pelvis.
She saw a frown form between his eyes. She realized that this was the moment where he either believed and allowed himself to let go or not.
“In my pants pocket,” he murmured.
Her heart almost burst. She moved off him and reached for his pants, finding the small wrapped foil. He watched her, so with a wicked grin she rolled it onto the tip then used her mouth to roll it down.
He gasped then groaned.
“Where did you learn that?”
“One night, when I was in college, my girlfriends and I decided to watch some porn and I thought that might be an interesting trick to learn, so I practiced on a banana.”
He blinked and then started to laugh. Immediately, the bad tension in his body relaxed. He pulled her toward him, once again pulling her legs up to straddle him, only this time she sunk down on his cock, easing little by little until he was fully buried inside.
She held still for a moment, letting his girth stretch her. As she started to ride him, she slid her right hand behind her to play with his balls, causing her breasts to thrust outward, toward him, and he quickly took advantage by touching them, rubbing the nipples and pinching them lightly.
She used her leg muscles to bounce up and down, squeezing his cock as if she were milking him. His hands ran down her body and he flicked his thumb over her clit, right where they were joined. She moaned and pressed herself against his finger, so he rubbed it more.
“Oh! Paden!” she cried. “I’m going to come!”
“Do it, Princess, come on my cock.”
“Oh yes, yes!” she called out, flinging her head back.
Her rhythm broke as waves of pleasure cascaded over her. Every atom in her body seized up and she ground herself down hard against the pressure on her clit. She shivered and then collapsed on top of him. Paden’s arms came around her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
“Shit! I wanted to hold out till you came first,” she muttered, her eyes closed as aftershock trembles rolled through her. Paden petted her like a purring cat.
“I want to be with you, face to face,” he whispered.
She wound her arms around his neck and he rolled her until she was under him and they were still joined. She shifted her legs open, wrapping them around his hips as he settled more fully inside her. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, on the cheeks, on her eyelids and nose. As he surged forward, he brought his cheek to rest against hers. In and out he moved, building the emotion and tension from the ground up. Slowly at first, he kept his cheek against hers until the rhythm of their bodies pulled them apart. He kept close to her, breath to breath, chest to chest, when he moved she moved with him. They were one body, one soul, one moment merged together.
******
In that special moment all ugliness ceased to be. He opened his eyes and saw love pouring out of hers, banishing the darkness that had held him for so long. He allowed her healing power to wash over him, cleanse him, destroy the last bit of hesitancy that held power over him.
“I love you,” she whispered into his ear.
Then they collapsed together, spent.
Epilogue
Thea watched as the last student bundled herself up and headed outside to meet her mother. Schools ran a little differently in River Ice since there wasn’t a large population of children. Thea taught Kindergarten and first grade in a large classroom where the Kinders were on one side and the six-year-olds were on the other. It was slightly hectic at times, but she didn’t mind. It made teaching interesting.
She had accepted the teaching position not long after moving permanently to River Ice, after she passed the standardized test to receive her certification. She still helped Miki out whenever she could, mainly when Paden was working against a deadline and needed no distractions.
The overhead light caught the sparkle in her ring and lit it up. Thea caught herself several times a day looking at her ring in awe, loving it. She and Paden were planning to have the wedding in the summer, when school ended. Paden’s parents were already planning their first trip to Alaska as well as giving them a lavish honeymoon on a chartered yacht to China.
Thea turned out the lights in the classroom and headed down the hallway to the office to collect her things. There were a dozen people leaving for the night, including the principal. Thea nodded and waved and walked to her four wheeler, which was a lot more practical in the winter slush than a truck. She zoomed quickly through the darkened streets to her home with Paden.
He was working as she let herself in, closing the door softly before shucking her winter gear. She hung them on the appropriate hooks before heading over to the blazing fireplace. The front room was bare no longer. They had added throw rugs, an oversized couch, two recliner seats, a coffee table plus the remains of a half decorated Christmas tree. Every night she went to finish taking off the ornaments only to have Paden scoop her up and kiss her until she was breathless.
“Is that you?” he called out.
“Yes. You almost done for the day?”
He appeared at the top of the stairs. “Not almost.” He cracked his knuckles then stretched. “Eight hours bent over the drafting table is too long but I finished.”
He hurried downstairs and took her in his arms. A long, lingering kiss followed. “I missed you.”
“You did not,” she teased. “You probably didn’t even know I was gone.”
“Of course I did,” he challenged back. “I had to make my own lunch.”
She laughed and wound her arms around his neck. “I’m hungry.”
“I think we have some steak.”
“Oh yeah? Tube steak?”
He groaned at the pun. “Get your mind out of the bedroom. I meant that Miki sent us some caribou.”
“Mm. Caribou.”
“How about it?”
“I think I’ll go with tube steak.”
“Oh yeah?”
She smiled. “Positive.”
THE END.
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