Her hands yank at the fabric barrier between us, demanding removal. Nibbling her bottom lip, I pull away to remove them, sinking back between her thighs to devour her sweet hot pussy.
“No,” she says with more force than I would expect.
“Pardon?”
“I need you inside me. Filling me up.”
“But I—”
“Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckle, positioning myself at her entrance. Taking a moment to tease her—run the head of my cock around her entrance, then taking her wetness to her clit—I enjoy the breathy sounds she makes.
The bedroom door is open. Of course it is. I had no intention to stay. The boys are probably sound asleep in the loft. They need to stay that way.
I push into her, only half way, and freeze. “You have to be quiet. We don’t want to wake the boys.” Holly whimpers, but agrees.
I thrust fully into her, savoring how tight and responsive she is. Her legs lock around me as we move together. “You’re so tight,” I praise her. “You feel like heaven.”
The pace picks up, and when I bottom out on her, she cries out. I cover her pretty mouth with my hand, slowing to a gentle rhythm. “Shhh, remember. You have to stay quiet. Are you okay?”
She nods beneath my hand. “Good girl. Can you stay quiet for me?” I thrust harder with the question, wanting to see her response. She moans beneath my hand and I still. “Holly,darling, you need to be silent. This cabin isn’t big enough for you to make those delicious noises.”
Her response is to thrust her hips up at me and squeeze around my cock. I hiss my inhale. Damn, she feels so good. “I’m not going to last long if you keep playing dirty,” I warn. She does it again.
At that, I pull out of her, and her whimper of frustration and disappointment matches my cock’s own. “Here you go. Roll over.” I move out from between her legs so she can shift.
Oh gods, her sweet ass in the air for me is a dream. I run my hands along the curves of her cheeks, whispering just how sweet she is. Up on my knees, I separate her folds and plunge into her. This time her cry is muffled by the pillow. Reaching around to her clit, I press my thumb to it as I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “You’re such a good girl. I love how responsive you are. That’s it. Milk me harder.”
Chapter 15
Holly
Ididn’t know when I first saw Jack that he’d be a dirty talker in bed. Never once suspected it, with all the grunts and short conversations we started with.
Never did I know I would get off on dirty talk, either. Milk me harder, just the encouragement I didn’t know I needed or wanted. It’s like my body has a mind of its own, and its prime directive is to do whatever Jack says.
“Right there,” I whisper, hoping my few words make sense to him. That he continues pumping into me. Continues thumbing my clit with utter devotion.
“Oh,” the word leaves my mouth as my orgasm hits hard, as he fills me up, rolling over me. Pleasure hits me over the head. I bite my lip to stay silent, muffling my moans with the pillow. It’s an intensity I’ve never experienced before. The challenge of staying quiet keeps me tense, and that tension seems to stretch out my orgasm. When I can’t hold myself up any longer—arms like jelly—I collapse onto the bed, Jack on top of me.
I don’t suppress the laugh, and he joins in with me. His chuckle earlier was just a precursor for his deep, gravelly laugh. It delights me. The absence of his weight makes me crave more.Rolling over, I pull him to me, and he happily wraps his body around mine.
“That was glorious,” I say, leaving little kisses along his scruffy jawline.
“You are glorious,” he answers.
We stay like that, intertwined, for a long time. I know I need to clean up, but the thought of tiptoeing through the cold cabin does not motivate me. Just a little longer. Jack shifts, then disappears from my arms and legs. Head too heavy to look for him.
When he comes back to bed, body chilled, I savor the feel of his skin against mine. He smells of wood smoke. Leaves a trail of featherlight kisses along my jaw.
Next thing I know, lights and sounds come blaring at me. I sit straight up in bed, thwacking Jack across the face as I do. “What the fuck?” I ask, probably yelling. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the noise and light, but once they do, I see Jack in his boxers, running out of the room.
The power is back on. That’s the hazy thought that finally finds its way into my brain. The shot of adrenaline, followed by kids’ voices, has me scrambling to find my panties and clothes. The bedroom door is still open, but no one seems to be coming this way.
Teeth brushed, face washed, pep-talk in the mirror pepped—you look like you didn’t sleep. You slept with the mountain man who happens to own the freaking mountain, and you saw your comet. Go you. Don’t freak out—clothes on, I step out into the living area of the cabin and get bowled over by Cliff, who attacks me at sprinting speed.
“It’s a Christmas comet miracle! We have power! And Dad says Uncle Hans is clearing the road for us so we can go home!”
