I allow him to take control because my entire body is overcome with all of the emotions racing through me.
When Joel moves one hand from my hip to my breast, cupping and squeezing, I cover his hand with my own.
I grow breathless as the movement of my hips become erratic, the impending orgasm rushing over me.
Joel comes soon after, which sets off yet another orgasm in my body.
By the time I come down from three back-to-back orgasms, I’m laying on the bed, completely spent with Joel hovering over me.
“You’re damn majestic when you come.” The reverence in his voice almost does me in.
I curl my arm around the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “I think I’m ready for my cake now.”
He chuckles, kisses my lips again, and then climbs out of bed, strips himself of the condom, and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands before retrieving the cake and a fork from the table.
“Mmm,” I hum and do a little shake of my shoulders as I eat a piece of the cake. “Perfect.”
I fork off another piece and hold it to Joel’s mouth. He catches me by the wrist and never breaks eye contact as he wraps his lips around the tines of the fork before slowly pulling it free from his mouth.
“You’re so sexy,” I say.
He snorts. “I’m a rancher. We’re not sexy.”
“Ha! Babe, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but many women consider ranchers to be the definition of sexy.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my neck before pulling back. “I don’t care about other women. Do you consider ranchers the epitome of sexy?”
I shake my head. “They’re okay, in general. But you …” I wiggle my eyebrows. “You’re in a league all by yourself.”
He gives me a satisfied smile. “That’s all that matters.”
I eat the cake slowly, savoring it and my time with Joel. I know we’ll have to leave soon and a part of me feels like the worst mother in the world for not wanting to rush back home to be with my daughters and grandchildren on Christmas Eve.
It’s not that I don’t want to be with them. It’s just that I don’t want to separate from Joel.
“Don’t think I missed the decorations you put out on your front lawn.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re trying to best me in the competition, aren’t you?”
Leaning back, I narrow my eyes at him. “What?”
“Don’t try to sweet talk me with that beautiful face and naked body. I know a cheater when I see one.”
I burst out into laughter. “You think because I decorated my front lawn a little bit I’m trying to win this year’s competition?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve gone three years in a row without a defeat, and I don’t plan on losing this year.”
“You are off your rocker.” I jab him in the shoulder with my finger. “Just so you know,ifI seriously thought about entering that competition, I would win.”
He sits all of the way up, affronted. “Is that a challenge?”
With deliberately slow movements, I place my now empty plate and fork on the nightstand by the bed and sit up on my knees, completely unbothered by the fact of our mutual nudity.
“You don’t want this challenge.”
“So this is a threat to my title.” He shakes his head, clucking his teeth. “You don’t want this competition, darlin’.”
I make myself ignore my body’s reaction to that pet name, especially my hardened nipples.
“I put out a few decorations in order to make my grandson happy, but if you want some real competition, you just got it.”
