Daee jumped up, and I quickly ashed the blunt and tossed it in the ashtray before she could swing on me. I grabbed her hands and pushed them behind her back. I nipped at her ear, and whatever bullshit that was about to spew from her mouth halted and was replaced with soft moaning.
With one hand, I pulled my dick out. Daee wasn’t wearing any panties under the new shirt I’d given her, so I lifted the shirt over her ass and dropped the shit talker on my dick. I ain’t never had this much sex in seventy-two hours, but I couldn’t get enough of Daee even if I tried.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as she began sliding up and down and moving her hips in circles. My fingernails dug into her ass.
“Fuck, Daee. Shit,” I growled through clenched teeth.
Daee grabbed my face and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth with a moan. I damn near lost it. I kissed her ass back, gripping her hair. Messy and aggressive. It was like a battle of dominance that we were both determined to win. Daee’s hips never stopped moving, grinding against me, her slick heat coating my dick and driving me insane with every rotation.
I broke the kiss. I needed to be deeper. Standing, my arms wrapped around Daee’s waist, lifting her with me and never slipping out of her.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up,” I growled, my voice laced with need. I carried her across my living room to the large window overlooking the street. The world outside was white, the snow coming down harder than ever. It’ll probably be another day before it starts to melt. Another day without electricity.
I pressed Daee up against the cold glass, and she let out a loud yelp.
“Look outside. Look at the snow. This what you wanted, right? You wanted me to be in the holiday mood?” I asked, biting at her ear.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she moaned. “But not while buried inside of me. It’s beautiful, though.”
“Just like you,” I admitted to her.
Daee’s eyes searched mine. I saw the shock in them. The hope shining back at me scared the fuck out of me, and I wasn’t scared of shit. Before she could make more of what I’d just said, I thrust upwards, hitting the bottom of her pussy. I fucked Daee against the window for the whole world to see if anyone was crazy enough to be outside in this storm.
She was fuckin’ me back with her needy ass. Kissing and sucking on my neck. Meeting me thrust for thrust until an orgasm tore through her body. Daee screamed out my name, but I continued to pound her, the window rattling, until my stomach tightened. I swiftly pulled out of Daee and caught the nut with my hand.
My head fell against the window as I caught my breath. The coolness felt good against my skin.
“Damn girl, I think you got me pregnant.”
Chapter Eight
Washed up…again, and clean, I was lying on the couch watching the movie Shad, and I was supposed to have started watching before that last round. He was lying on me, head buried in my breasts with one eye open. Now and then, I’d hear him snoring softly, and then he’d wake up. Shad was trying to finish the movie with me at my request, but it was getting hard for him. The weed and the nuts he busted were catching up to him.
A small smile played on my lips as I looked down at him. He looked so…peaceful, so boyish as he held onto me. His arms were wrapped around me, tightly, like I’ll run out if he gets into a deep sleep. The hard, angry lines around his eyes were smoothed out. This was the Shad I was starting to get a glimpse of. The one hiding beneath the gruff, asshole exterior. The one I was unexpectedly falling for.
I ran my fingers through his locs, the springy soft coils a comforting weight in my hand. Shad stirred, nuzzling deeper in my chest. My heart did a little flip-flop. Was this more than just sex? Was it more than just a snowed in fling? I didn’t know, butit wassomething. Something I for sure didn’t want to walk away from.
I loved his rough exterior. I loved how he had somewhat of a soft side to him, too. I couldn’t help but feel as if Shad may bethe one. Like, maybe this wasn’t just a coincidence. Maybe we crossed for a purpose. Maybe I was brought into his life to heal him.
…or maybe I was just thinking too deeply.
I had a damn track record of picking niggas who were emotionally unstable and unavailable. Shad was a deeply damaged, complicated nigga. Why did I think I could heal him? Pussy can’t fix it all. I mean, maybe temporarily, but not permanently. Shad needed more. He needed to be loved correctly so he couldlove correctly.
Or….
Maybe we were just two lonely ass people who found each other in the middle of a storm…and that’s all it was? Yeeaaah, I was just thinking too much and needed some sleep. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the couch, pulling the blanket up around us. The fire was still going strong. Shad had thrown more wood inside before we settled onto the couch for the night.
All I had was this moment. This quiet, intimate moment in the dark with the snow falling outside…
…and the man I was falling for sleeping in my arms.
For now, that was enough.
Until my heart wanted more.
“That pussy got melatonin in it,” Shad joked first thing in the morning. I hadn’t even wiped the sleep out of my eyes.
