I lower my face to meet Desiree’s, and she eagerly returns the kiss. My hips begin moving in a rhythm that stokes the embers burning between us, heightening the sensations and feelings all around. Desiree’s feminine purrs and moans grow loud, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my mouth seeking out the soft flesh that resides there.
It doesn’t take long at all for her to arch her back off the bed and moan out her first orgasm. My only regret at this moment is that I don’t get to taste her orgasm on my lips. Yet, I don’t dwell on that regret. I still have plans to taste every part of her again and again before either one of us closes our eyes for sleep tonight.
That’s a promise I sure as hell plan on keeping.
Chapter 5
My eyelids feel heavy as I force them open. Blinking, I orient myself enough to recall that I’m not awakening in my bed. No. The scent of Neil lingers all around me, much too strong for me to forget that it’s his bed I’m lying in. Embedded in the sheets that drape over my body is his smell. It clings to my skin, reminding me of the countless orgasms he brought me to last night.
Sighing, I rise on my elbows and turn to my left, expecting to see him lying there, asleep. My heart sinks when I find his side of the bed empty. The sheets are crumpled, evidence that he was there. But as I run my hand along the empty pillow, a longing to see him wells up in the pit of my stomach.
Tossing the sheets off me, I step my bare feet onto the area rug underneath the bed and look around the room. I spot a T-shirt of his lying on the dark blue armchair by the window. Picking it up, I throw it over my head, dressing in his clothing as I go to look for him.
The room and hallway are semi-dark, alluding to the early morning hour. Carefully, I retrace my steps from the night before, down the long hallway. Only when I come to the opening where the kitchen, hallway, and living room meet do I spot Neil seated on the couch. He’s murmuring low into the phone pressed to his ear.
From my position, I can’t hear what he’s saying. I notice the faint sound of meditation music. Curiously, I tilt my head sideways, wondering who he could be on the phone with so early in the morning, but let it drop. It’s then that I recede down the hall, turning for the bedroom. I remove the T-shirt and climb back into bed, getting underneath the covers again. However, I don’t immediately fall back asleep.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around my knees and stare out toward the window. My eyebrows lift when, through the blinds, I can make out what looks like snowflakes falling. Getting up, I move closer and open the blinds, and sure enough, it’s snowing outside. I laugh a little, that child-like exuberance welling up in me as I take in the scene of cars parked on the street covered by a light sheen of the powdery white snow.
Climbing back in bed, I continue to stare out the window, feeling like it’s a sign of things to come. I always loved the snow, and I sigh as I watch it fall, knowing that I’m in Neil’s bed, my body still rippling with the many sensations of how he took me to ecstasy the night before.
“You’re awake.” His deep voice comes crashing through the air, forcing my head to turn and meet his gaze.
“I didn’t want to disturb you.” I gesture my head in the direction of the living room, trying to make it obvious what I referred to. “You were on the phone.”
A small smile plays at his lips, and he moves closer to the bed. I watch the taut muscles of his abdomen move along with him. Despite how satiated I felt only moments earlier, my mouth begins to water along with another part of my body that moistens as well.
“Yes, early sunrise phone meeting,” he answers, moving onto the bed and wrapping his arm around me, forcing me to lie beneath him. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I swear I could melt into the bed.
Turning, I jut my head toward the window. “It’s snowing,” I announce.
His gaze moves from me to the window, and a grin crests on his beautiful face. “So it is. The weather station said there was a chance of snow this weekend.”
“It’s so early.” Typically we don’t get it until late December or January. We’re still in the first week of November.
“The weather is trying to tell us that it’s best if we stay inside for the weekend. We definitely should listen,” he says before dipping his head and suckling on a particularly sensitive spot on my neck.
Closing my eyes, I sigh out a breath. “Well, if Mother Nature insists, who am I to argue?”
He chuckles. “Exactly.”
It’sanother three hours before I emerge from Neil’s bed. By now, it’s after ten o’clock in the morning, the sun is up, but it’s still snowing outside.
This time when I rise from the bed, instead of finding the same T-shirt of Neil’s lying on the chair, I see a pair of running shorts and a clean T-shirt, neatly folded, waiting for me. I put on the clothes and follow the scent wafting from the kitchen.
“He cooks, too?” I ask, laughing when I find him standing in front of the stove with his back to me. My laughter grows when he spins to face me, wearing a dark blue and green apron—the colors of Washington’s football team.
“We’ve gotta eat.”
“Mmm, what’s on the menu?” I pull out one of the black and white stools and take a seat at the granite bar, watching him. He’s not wearing a shirt underneath his apron, and he only has on a pair of boxer briefs. I admire his overall physique when he turns back to the stove to turn it off.
“Avocado toast.”
“Like a proper millennial.”
He chuckles.
“Not just any avocado toast, though.” He proudly sets a plate down in front of me, and my stomach instantly growls.
