We spend another day reading in front of the fire with Christmas music playing and holiday lights sparkling, but this time it's different. The two of us share the couch together, my legs resting across his lap. At one point, he surprises me with a delicious foot rub.
As Lorne rubs his thumb along the arch, he laughs and shakes his head, looking up at me with those blue eyes.
"I can't believe Mair was right about us," he says, making me giggle.
"She is going to be beyond excited."
On Christmas, we surprise each other with handmade gifts. Since I had little to work with, I made him several origami swans in the bathroom while he worked on my gift in secret. Lorne surprises me with a tiny carved wooden cedar waxwing bird.
"You made this?" I say, shocked, rolling the two-inch figurine in my fingers.
"I'll make you a bigger one when I have more time," he promises, lining up the origami birds on the mantle along with his other Christmas decorations.
We make a simple cornbread chili casserole with fresh sliced jalapeños and sour cream. The bagged Caesar salad he bought before the storm is still good, and we eat in front of the fire, sitting crisscross on his bearskin rug.
Afterward, with my mouth still tingling from the spices, Lorne presses his lips against mine, and we slowly fall to the rug.The fire warms my side as he peels off my clothing, kissing down my breasts and belly until his mouth greets my waiting pussy.
I arch at the feel of his tongue swirling around my clit and moan out when he slips two fingers inside, pumping me while he works my nub. The tension from his touch builds at a rapid pace until my orgasm crashes through me as I cry out.
Lorne travels with kisses once again, going up my soft belly to my tits, where he licks and nibbles the nipples before finally entering me. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he thrusts into me before the fire, his hand gripping my hair at the base of my neck. He presses his mouth hard on mine as he fucks me with intensity.
His body shudders against me, with Lorne moaning into my mouth as he climaxes. Collapsing next to me on the rug, I curl up in his brawny arms, listening to his heart race against my ear.
When my sexy mountain man finally catches his breath, he says, "I'd like to see where we go beyond this snowed-in cabin."
Resting my chin on his hairy chest, I say, "Definitely. Me too."
10
Lorne
When we were finally dug out from the snowstorm, Alana had to return to Northern California to deal with some business matters. We spoke daily by phone when possible, and now she's back for a visit in mid-January.
When we wake up next to each other in bed, I stroke her hair, saying, "I thought maybe we could go for a tasting at Duskwood Winery today."
Giggling against my chest, Alana says, "I probably owe you several bottles after being snowed in here with you."
After the hostess takes the couple ahead of us to their table, a woman with ginger-colored hair approaches.
"Hi. I'm Lita. The hostess is tied up for the moment, but I can help seat you," she says.
We follow her to the back patio looking out at the vineyard. It's a chilly day, but not too cold to sit outside, especially since they have heat lamps scattered between tables. We each order atasting flight from the sommelier and hold hands as we look out at the beauty.
"I've always meant to come here," Alana says, looking at me with her dark eyes.
"I'm glad that your first time is with me."
After our tasting, we decide to take a walk in the garden before heading back to my place. Alana and I stroll around looking at the white sculptures when I pull her close, stealing her mouth with mine. Suddenly we hear a woman making appreciative sounds behind us. We turn to find one of the Duskwood Winery's elderly witch owners smiling at us from the garden entrance.
"I just love discovering soulmates in here," she says before disappearing behind the hedge.
Alana looks up at me, resting her chin against my chest. "Soulmates," she says with a giggle.
Without a word, I lift her chin and press my mouth against hers.
In February, the two of us meet in Corvid Valley because Alana wants to check out its Imbolc festival. We grab a room at Ravenhart Mountain Dude Ranch Bed and Breakfast. A cowgirl named Clementine checks us in.
"Is this your first time staying with us?"
