‘Oh, you want me to beat your butt again.’
‘Aye, but this time with a paddle, please, ma’am.’
‘Sicko pants,’ she replies, shaking her head. We just stare at each other then, her from under her endlessly long dark lashes and me with a goofy smile on my face. ‘Have you seen what the weather is like yet this morning?’
‘Don’t tell me, you’re too precious to turn your head now?’
‘Too sleepy,’ she answers cheekily but then, her gaze lifts to mine, her expression hesitant. ‘I’m a little afraid to look,’ she whispers.
It’s like she’s sharing my thoughts despite this morning’s levity and banter. It so strange to think that yesterday I imagine she woke, desperate for the snow to be gone.
What a difference a day can make.
A day and an evening filled with discovery.
It looks like neither of us is ready to return to reality.
‘Seems the radio was right yesterday,’ I say, my eyes drifting over her shoulder to the window beyond. ‘The weather hasn’t let up overnight. A bit more snow and freezing temperatures. Looks like I get to keep you for another day.’
She smiles shyly as I return my gaze to hers.She wasn’t so shy last night, I think. And she’ll be a little less shy still by tomorrow again. Oh, the plans running through my head. The things I want to do to her—with her.
‘And the cottage is too far from the main roads to see any change?’
‘Exactly. We won’t see a snow plough out here. We’ll just have to wait for things to thaw.’ While things continue to heat up indoors.
‘So it looks like you’re stuck with me,’ she says.
‘Oh, no. Whatever will we do to keep ourselves occupied?’
‘I’m sure we’ll think of something.’ Her words are sultry as she tries to restrain her smile.
‘It’s strange. I was just thinkin’ earlier,’ I murmur, returning my gaze to the window. ‘Thinking that the weather outsideisfrightful. But the fire downstairs, delightful.’ I bring my eyes back to hers as she groans theatrically before giving in to a bout of giggles.
‘Oh, my God, this could only be worse if you were singing,’ she complains. And while she might think she knows where this is going, she does not.
‘And well, since we’ve got no place to go, I was thinking, let us bone, let us bone, let us bone.’
‘That was really bad, Greg. Terrible, in fact.’
‘Then why are you laughing?’
‘Sympathy.’
Sympathy my left testicle.
Without answering, I launch myself at her. She squeals and makes to roll out of the bed, but it isn’t a very convincing show, even if the flash of her tits makes me hard. I haul her onto her back and take her hands in mine, pinning them on either side of her head. Her eyes gleam excitedly, a little mascara smudged at the outer corners. Her lips are parted, and her right cheek red from my hard kisses and rough stubble as I’d pounded her from behind last night. So many little marks of pleasure and I can’t wait to discover each one.
‘So you don’t appreciate my attempts at culture, but the question is, are you good with fucking again right now?’
