He unhooks my bra, lowering his head to trail over each of my nipples with his tongue, rolling in circles and then sucking them until I’m shamelessly panting and tugging on his belt to get his clothes off. All I want is him inside me right now.
He picks me up again and carries me to the bedroom, still kissing me as I wrap my legs around his slim waist. He tugs his T-shirt off and his abs ripple, revealing his perfect torso. I’m almost dizzy as I lay back on his bed. He peels off my panties, his fingers trailing up my thighs, which are shivering in delighted anticipation. I arch my back as he circles my clit with his thumb in slow, gentle strokes, building a warm glow inside my belly that starts to grow into a raging fire.
“You’re perfect, Julia.” He’s sucking my nipples as he carries on stroking my clit, building a rhythm of stroking and sucking that’s almost unbearably pleasurable.
“I’m going to come.” I pant, looking up at him. “I need you inside me now.”
He reaches over to his bedside table and extracts a foil packet, which I take and roll out the condom over his enormous cock. My thighs are shaking from the intense need to have him inside me and I scrabble at his pants, pulling them down. He spreads my thighs, returning his thumb to my clit, almost pushing me over the edge. My pussy is dripping wet as he guides his cock slowly, inch by delicious inch, inside me.
I’ve never felt so full in my life as he holds himself over me, rocking slowly in and out, filling me up completely. His eyes are hot as he gazes down at me and I moan shamelessly as he quickens his pace. My hips rise to meet his as he thrusts harder and faster, and I call his name as I come in an explosion of pure pleasure. His lips are against my neck as he comes and I hear him call my name, too.
Our breathing slows as we lay there, hot and happy, together.
He raises his head to look down at me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”
Chapter Six
Roman
I wake up to see Julia’s glorious hair spread all over my pillow and for a second I think I’m still dreaming. We didn’t get much sleep last night - not that I’m complaining - and she’s still deeply asleep. I ease myself out of bed without disturbing her and go into the kitchen to make coffee as quietly as I can.
The coffee brews as I stare out the window. All the emotions of last night have settled into place, like the snow falling outside. Just as the yard is starting to show the tiny signs that winter isn’t as fierce as it was before and spring is coming, there’s a new hope inside me that Julia and I can be together. Because I know, and I knew even before last night, that she’s the only girl for me.
I know I need her in my life, now and forever. Happy ever after.
Only there’s one massive problem. Our families.
“Roman?” It’s Julia. I pour us both a cup of coffee and head back next door.
Several orgasms and a hot shower later, Julia’s climbed back over to her apartment as she has to start work.
I make it through a full day of deliveries before heading out to the fire station where I have evening training. It goes on later than usual because there’s a real emergency on Blitzen Street, just a block away from the fire station. The old barn, which is one of the oldest buildings in Snowflake, has gone up in flames. Folks come from all around to see what happens - there are agonized shouts as the ceiling caves in. It’s been here forever and there are a few tears as people realize a piece of the town’s heritage is burning down.
It’s heartening to see everyone helping out, even Mr Paris, who has run over from his hotel to see what he can do. He’s deep in conversation with Bette Bells as they pass buckets of water from hand to hand, and they seem to be getting on famously. I make a note to let Julia know the gossip when I see her again. She’s never far from my thoughts. Although I’m concentrating on what I’m doing, the instant I have a break she’s in my head again.
We don’t finish until after midnight, and I’m tired and sweaty when I come home. All the lights are out next door, so I don’t hop over the balcony. I take a shower and get into bed, my head still full of Julia.
I’m woken by my smoke detector going crazy and a haze of gray smoke in my bedroom. I spring out of bed, instantly alert. I feel the front door and it’s cold, but I can already see from the back window that the smoke isn’t coming from my apartment.
It’s coming from next door.
Julia’s apartment.
Every nerve in my body is tingling and my alertness kicks up a notch as adrenaline surges through me. I have one focus - to get her out of there. I call the station, give them the details and tell them to call Mr Caputo as I’m opening up my balcony doors. Pulling my work boots on and my T-shirt over my mouth, I squint my eyes against the smoke. I can’t see any flames as I peer next door and hammer on the glass, but Julia’s living room is thick with dark smoke.
No answer.
What if she’s not there?
What if she is?
Fuck it. I boot in the glass of the balcony door and smoke pours out. I crouch down to find air and crawl in, giving myself a hefty scrape on some broken glass. It isn’t painful, as all my senses are on hyper alert, focused on finding Julia and getting her out of there. Calling her name, I move from the living room to the small hallway. The source of the smoke seems to be coming from the tiny kitchen at the end.
I hear faint coughing from the room to my left and I’m crouched over and I run into her bedroom. She’s lying on the bed, semi-conscious and pale. I lean down and scoop her into my arms.
“Roman?” She smiles at me and then her head falls to the side.
