My walls clench and Royce sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Christ, baby, if you keep doing that I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that kind of the point?” I smirk, increasing my pace.
“Not if I come too soon. That shit’s just embarrassing.”
“You talking from experience?”
“Yeah, when I was like sixteen.”
I giggle. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I lean down and press my lips to his, circling my hips above him, remembering something from the back if my mind telling me to spell ‘coconut’ with my hips. Wherever that came from, it seems to be working.
He squeezes my breasts, playing with them as I ride him. Sweat drips down my back and my forehead as the heat from the fire beside me burns my skin, but I don’t let up.
“Oh God, Royce,” I cry, working myself above him faster, seeking my release which builds low in my belly. I can feel my orgasm building as the feel of him inside of me becomes too much to handle, toogood.
“I’m going to come, Lor.Fuck,” he moans, his jaw clenching as his chest heaves.
The fact that he has a nickname for me has my heart soaring in my chest with affection.
He brings his hand between us to play with my clit and within a few seconds, I fall over the edge, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me. I come so hard I see stars as I continue to ride him, and a moment later, Royce follows me over, emptying himself inside me. His head falls back against the cushion as he groans through his release, his nails biting into the skin of my hips.
After a few minutes, once we’ve both come down from our highs, I shift off him, excusing myself to use the bathroom and when I return, I find Royce in the same spot as before. His arm is bent under his head while the other rests on his stomach as he stares into the fire, deep in thought. The blanket is draped over him to cover his waist, exposing his toned upper body that has me actually drooling.
When he hears me approach, he pulls back the blanket to invite me under and I snuggle into his side, tucked into the crook of his arm with my head resting over his heart where it thuds steadily against my ear.
“You’re the most breath-taking woman I’ve ever met,” he says, running his fingers up and down my arm absentmindedly, breaking me out in goose bumps despite the warmth from the fire.
“Hardly,” I scoff. “I’m sure I have nothing on the women back in New York.”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He takes my hand and presses his lips to my palm. “Those women… its fake beauty. Fake lips, fake tits, fake personality… There’s nothing fake about you. You’re as genuine as they come, Lorna, and that’s what puts you above all the rest.”
What could a girl like me possibly offer a man like him?I don’t understand the attraction between us, we’re so different and yet we fit so right, but whatever this is between us, I don’t want it to end.
“Will you stay?” I ask.
“What?”
“Even if we can get your car fixed tomorrow, will you stay, just for another day. I… I don’t want you to go just yet.” The thought of him leaving is enough to make me want to cry. This can’t be it, it can’t just end with him going back to New York and that all this be just a distant memory for the both of us, because I don’t want it to be.
“I don’t want to go yet either. How about we spend tomorrow together?”
“What will we do?” I ask, shifting to look up at him, my chin resting on his chest.
“Anything you want. We could go out for a walk in the snow…”
“You hate the snow,” I point out.
“I’lltolerateit for you,” he replies. “Or we could… spend the whole day in bed, doing what we just did, again and again…”
“Mmm, that sounds good. How about we compromise? Spend the half the day in bed and half in the snow?”
“Deal.” He leans down to kiss me softly. “This has been the best Christmas I’ve had in years, and it’s all because of you. Today was amazing, and I couldn’t have wished to spend Christmas anywhere else.”
“I’m glad to hear that. And I’m glad to see that I’m slowly softening up Mr. Scrooge.”
“Baby, you’re doing everythingbutsoftening me up.” He raises an eyebrow and it takes a moment for my brain to catch up with what he meant.
“Oh,” I say, fighting a smile, feeling his hardness pressing into my thigh which is draped over his body.
