Niko lets out a little groan before his teeth nip at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. This starts a new round of hotter, wetter kisses. I cannot seem to get close enough to him. I ache between my thighs, so I rock against him, seeking some sort ofrelease. I gasp when he growls and grips my hips, angling me over himself so I feel how hard he is.
“Niko,” I whimper in a needy voice I’ve never used before. “Please...”
Trailing off because I have no idea what I am asking for, I keep rocking against him. His hands tighten on my hips before they move, sliding beneath my top. I gasp against his mouth when his big, rough hands cup me through my lace bra. His thumbs find my stiff nipples and rub, slow, circling the tight buds as bolts of pleasure shoot between my thighs.
“Jesus, you’re so soft,” he murmurs against my jaw as he drags his lips there, a path of heat following the touch. “Wish I could get you bare so I could feel all of you. I’d love to have you beneath me, even here, with the snow falling,” he rambles, his touch turning rougher, his fingertips plucking at the budded flesh.
My eyes just about cross as pleasure I have never felt before floods between my legs. I rock faster, feeling his hardness pressing against my leggings, thick and hard. I reach between us, brazenly touching him, yanking at his zipper, wanting to feel his hardness in my hands.
“Honey, if you touch me right now,” he pants against my throat, “I cannot be blamed for what I do to you.”
“Who said I would blame you,” I whisper as bravado overcomes me. “Would you blame me for wanting to touch you.... or for wantingyouto touchme?”
“Hell no, honey. You can do whatever you want to me, Nova. Would you let me touch you now?”
“Yes,” I almost moan the word as his fingers pluck at my nipple again.
Niko pushes me back, startling me. Until I catch on. Flipping us over, he pins me beneath him in one fluid motion. His hand yanks at my thick fleece leggings. Groaning when hefinds my lace panties, his fingers hook inside the little waistband and tug. Then his palm is on my skin, his fingertips brushing the wetness between the aching slit of my sex.
“Oh God,” I cry out, arching to his touch. “Niko...please. I don’t know...I need to.... please,” I whimper and whine as I twist beneath him.
“Shh, honey, I will take care of you. I promise you,” he hums, his mouth whispering kisses over my throat as his fingers delve inside of me. I cry out again, my body shaking beneath his touch. His fingertips brush over my swollen clit and I whimper again, rocking against his hand. “That’s it, that’s a sweet girl. Show me what you need, little flower.”
Pleasure ripples through me like waves on the shore as he touches me. His thumb continues to rub swift, hard swipes over my clit as two others curl as he pushes them inside me. I buck beneath the invasion before it feels so good, I never want to feel anything else. I stare up at him with wide eyes, enraptured by the beauty of what I am feeling, of the falling snow, of him.
“Hell, you’re so pretty when I touch you.” He is praising me even though he is the one doing the work here. Reaching up, I cup the back of his neck to draw him closer. “Show me how pretty, little flower. I want to see it all,” his words are hot against my mouth before I seal my lips to his in a hungry, heated kiss that sends me over the edge at last.
Coming beneath his touch is unlike anything I have felt before. I have touched myself, heck, I even got a toy for myself last year after I started reading some smutty romances. This is not even close. I might hate the holidays, but as I come, I feel like a lit up, sparkling Christmas tree with all the trimmings. I moan into his mouth as he strokes me, rubbing magic against my clit, his thick fingers pumping inside of me still.
“Niko,” somehow his name becomes several syllables as I moan it, my fingers clutching at his hair, my tongue licking at hissweet mouth.
“Do you need more, honey? Do you need to come again?”
“No, no, please...oh God, yes!” I shout as his teeth close around my nipple through my sweater. When did he push my jacket off? I don’t care. All I care about is the pleasure pounding through me now, not just in waves, but in a whole tsunami. I shudder beneath him as a second orgasm overtakes me.
“That’s it, sweet little flower. That’s my girl.”
Niko strokes me softly, gently, almost petting my pussy. Curling into him, I just about purr like a content kitten. When he brings his sticky fingers to his mouth, sucking them with a groan, I swear I could come again. Smirking at me, he draws me close to his chest, brushing his lips against mine. I flush because I can taste myself on his tongue, but it doesn’t taste wrong or feel dirty.
Lying in the bed of the truck, we cuddle close together as the sun sinks lower in the skies, the snow falling heavier. I am not cold. I do not want to go home or end the night. All I want is to be right here, cuddled in the back of this truck, with his arms holding me.
It might not be the winter festival, but it feels like a celebration to me.
Chapter Six
Niko
Becoming addicted to one thing is new for me.
We all have things we give our time to. For me, it is my niece and nephew, my sister, and my shop. Working on cars clears my head, spending time with the people I love fulfils my days. Or so I had thought until I walked into a flower shop and found the woman that fulfills everything in my life.
Spending time with Nova is all I want to do lately. We’ve spent a dozen nights parked in my truck, cuddled beneath the stars, unable to tear ourselves apart. I hate dropping her off at her place. We stay up there longer and longer now, neither one of us wants our nights to end.
“I want to meet her, Niko,” my sister says once again as I hold a fussing Evan. We’re putting up their tree tonight, as we have each year since the kids’ first Christmas. It’s more important since we lost Eddie that I be here. Sutton knows I am anxious to go see my girl, but it will wait.
“You will. At my holiday Festivus,” I tell her with a grin, spinning my nephew round the tree until his bad attitude turns to giggles. “I will bring her there to meet everyone. It just...it is not time yet. It will be soon.”
This weekend I am hosting my usual party with all the usual suspects. I go a bit bigger each year. Sleigh rides, decorating a huge tree at my cabin, holiday games, punch and cookies I make from my grandmother’s recipe. It is the best time where we create a ton of memories together.
