I chase her. She weaves her way between the trees as we pass snowballs back and forth. I manage to get in more hits than she does, but just as I’m about to throw my last snowball, one of hers hits me square in the face. I stumble back as the cold bites at my skin, the sting radiating outward as pieces of snow roll down my face and body.
“Oh my God! Are you okay?” Lorna rushes over to me, swiping the snow from my face and my hair. Her worried eyes dart across my face as she examines me.
“I’m fine. That was a good shot. You could play for theYankees,” I tease and she laughs.
“I’m sorry,” she says with an apologetic smile.
“Not as sorry as I’ll be.” Her brows furrow at my words, and instead of elaborating, I bring my snowball down onto her head. It shatters into pieces as they cascade over her.
She tries to turn and run but I band my arms around her waist, hauling her up against me as my mouth crashes to hers. I can taste the snow on her lips as it melts in my mouth.
Our tongues lash against each other’s in a desperate, hurried kiss as I lift her into my arms and walk her back against a tree. I press my body into hers, as I lose myself in her. Her smell, her taste, the sounds she’s making…
She intoxicates me. Entrances me in ways I never imagined.
Her fingers knot in my hair as her legs tighten around my waist and I feel my dick jump when she squirms against me.
“Let’s take this to somewhere warmer, shall we?” I ask, my lips grazing hers as we pant for breath, and she nods.
I set her back down on the ground and take her hand, hurrying back towards the car we left at the edge of the woods, leaving the beauty of the winter wonderland around us, in search of a different type of paradise.
7
We crash through my front door, a chaos of limbs, a war of lips and a melding of hearts as the door slams closed behind us. I’m suddenly up against the wall, my lips fused to Royce’s as his tongue glides expertly over mine as his hands roam over every inch of my body he’s able to touch.
He unzips my coat and tugs it off my body, my scarf falling from around my shoulders along with it as I wrestle off his clothes. We make our way upstairs, leaving a trail of our discarded clothes behind us.
The last thing to come off is his jeans which I tug down his legs at the foot of my bed.
He nudges me onto the mattress and I fall back with a soft bounce. He grips my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees in front of me so his head is level with my most intimate parts.
He closes his hand around my left ankle, and kisses a trail up the inside of my thighs before his lips find my pussy and I squeal in surprise.
He pulls back. “You okay up there?” Royce smirks.
“Yeah. Just got a little excited. I’m um… not used to doing this is all.” My cheeks heat.
“How come?”
“Trav never… you know…”
Royce’s mouth drops open, horrified. “He never went down on you?”
“He didn’t like to,” I explain.
Royce shakes his head, cursing under his breath as he pulls himself up, hovering above me where he drops a kiss to my lips. “A woman like you deserves to be worshipped and I’ll drop to my knees every day to prove it. I’ll enjoy it too.” He plants one more kiss before returning to his position on the floor with his head between my legs.
He continues his torture, kissing everywhere but where I desperately want him to and soon I’m a quivering, writhing mess, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stop from screaming. His stubble grazes over my skin and the feeling is indescribable, the friction sending sparks throughout my entire body.
Just when I least expect it, his tongue moves over my pussy and I cry out in both surprise and pleasure. He laps at me, swirling his tongue around my clit before closing his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth, holding my thighs apart so I’m completely exposed, unable to move.
He keeps his word, worshipping me like a Queen as he switches his attention from my entrance to my clit and back again. My hands fist my bedsheets as an orgasm rips through me, the sensation completely different to actual sex itself. It has my body spasming out of control as shocks of pleasure wrack through me.
He licks me through my release until my breathing begins to return to normal, then he stands up and climbs over me. When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his lips and instead of grossing me out, it turns me on.
He nudges my knees apart with his and positions himself between them. He leans down to kiss me, just as his phone begins to ring and he releases a heavy sigh, climbing off the bed to answer it.
“Yeah?” he asks. I can hear the muffled sounds of a male voice on the other end but I can’t make out the words, my only indication of what’s going on is through Royce’s facial expressions. His face falls as his eyes find mine. “Tomorrow?”
