“You’re so gorgeous,” I manage to say between moans.
“Please forgive me. It’s been a while and my panties are a little—”
I lower my hand and sure enough, the fabric is soaked from her juices. All I can think about is sliding my fingers inside of her. Feeling her warmth. Sending her to another world. “May I?”
She manages to push them off without moving from her position on top of me. When my fingers graze the outside of her pussy, I don’t know who moans the loudest—me or her. She orgasms not once but twice before collapsing on my chest. “Give me a minute to catch my breath.”
Except it’s more like thirty seconds. And when she slides down on top of me, I’m the one who whimpers. I pray my brother and Breah don’t hear us.
I use my hands to lift her hips up and down. It’s the best ride I’ve had in a long time. When the walls of her pussy tightly clench my dick, I know she’s content.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The rest of the week we spend doing as much as possible outdoors. Yeah, it’s cold but it sure is sweet crawling into bed with her instead of sleeping on the couch. Each night, we get a little more intimate. I’ve had a few one night stands—show me a guy who hasn’t—but I don’t consider this to be the same. Because I know for a fact, I want to see her again.
Saturday morning, the tire repair shops calls to say that her car is ready and she can pick it up whenever she’s ready. Her voice is almost sad as she chats with the owner, but realistically, I know we can’t stay here forever. Morgan and Breah have plans to leave in the morning and I figure it’s probably best that we make plans to head back too.
After saying goodbye to my brother and his wife on Sunday, Sierra and I crawl back in the bed for our last few hours together. “Would you like to come to Florida sometime?” I ask after we wake up from making love again.
“I think I can arrange that. I’m really good friends with the nurse who makes our schedule,” she says and winks at me.
“There’s nothing wrong with having an inside connection.” I pull her down on top of me and wrap my arms around her. “Because I really want to see you again.”
I wish I could put into words what it feels like being intimate with her, but I’m at a loss. No other woman has made me feel this incredible in such a short period of time. It’s only been a week but if feels way longer than that.
“What time are we leaving in the morning?” Sierra manages to ask while trying to catch her breath. She lifts her hips one last time, squeezing my dick as tightly as she can.
I close my eyes then grit my teeth together as my body unleashes yet again. I shove my dick inside her as far as it will go. Driving, pounding as fast as I can. I’m pretty sure I can’t walk when we’re finished. She rests her head against my chest and I wrap my arms around her naked body.
“We don’t have to be in any hurry if that’s okay with you.” I trace the smile on her face with my finger then brush my fingers against her cheeks.
The next morning, we double and triple check that we didn’t leave anything behind. I’m notorious for leaving phone charges behind but I’m happy to say that I’ve spent more time with Sierra rather than on my phone. And it’s such a great feeling.
I watch as she stares out the window while I drive down the road. She’s rather quiet but I know that going our separate ways isn’t going to be easy for either of us. I keep telling myself that it’s never goodbye, it’s just ‘til next time.
When we get to the repair shop, I follow her inside to the counter. The same pungent odor fills the room but it’s not quite as bad as it was before. Thank goodness. It’s a smell, though, that I will always associate with her. Who knows, we might have a good laugh about it years down the road.
Mearle hands over her keys and we begin to transfer all of her stuff from my truck to her car. “Looks like you have a quite a bit of stuff to wrap.”
“I’ll get my mom to help me with some of it. I’ll just have to figure out where to hide her presents until I’m able to get to them. She’s been known to snoop.” She laughs but I know it’s a cover up. I’ve seen the tears in the corner of her eyes more than once this morning.
“I’ll probably get a room tonight instead of driving the whole way back.” Its’s too bad we can’t enjoy spending it together. “Hopefully, you won’t have any trouble with your car and if something doesn’t feel right, please pull over. I’ll turn around and—”
“Thank you for a fabulous week,” she says as the tears spill down her cheeks. “Promise me that we’ll see each other again.”
I kiss her passionately right in the doorway of the repair shop. I don’t care if Mearle or anyone else sees us. I want her to know that I mean it when I tell her this is not over.
“Drive safely, Sierra.”
“Call me when you get to your hotel.”
“I will.”
We lace our fingers together and as we’re getting ready to walk outside, I happen to look up and see a branch of mistletoe affixed to the wall right above the door.
“Merry Christmas, babe.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
