A Week in the Snow (7 page)

Overcome by the simplest touch, she turned her face into his palm and breathed of his skin.

This was all kinds of wrong. Wasn’t it?

“Yes,” she said.

Richard couldn’t believe his ears.

“Do you want this?”

She took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

The answer was so simple, so easy and so completely crazy. She wasn’t this kind of woman, and she was pretty sure he wasn’t this kind of man, but with the bed only a few steps away and his warm hand touching her so gently, it suddenly seemed like the sanest thing in the world.

Richard paused, not sure how to say what was on his mind, but certain it had to be said before he lost himself in her the way he really wanted to. “I told you it’s been a long time,” he reminded her. “I’m not…prepared.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I am.”

Richard moved closer to her, unsure how to go about what he wanted, but Rebecca had no such qualms. She put a warm hand on the back of his neck, tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his.

The touch of a woman had been missing from his life for longer than he liked to think about, and now the return of it made his heart pound. He actually went weak in the knees, a fact that would have amused him greatly if it were any other time. He wrapped his arms around her to keep some sense of equilibrium. Her body nestled against him like it was meant to be there, and when she slipped her tongue into his mouth they both moaned with the pleasure of it.

The memory of the night before came to Richard, when he had thought about her as the orgasm overtook him. He had never imagined then what would be happening now: the woman he had fantasised about taking his hand and leading him to his bed.

She sank down on the mattress and pulled him to stand in front of her. She bent her head and rested her forehead against his belly, her hands on his thighs. She sat there for a long moment, breathing deeply, while he ran his fingers through her hair. He made no move to rush her. When she ran her hands up his thighs and found the buckle of his belt, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Rebecca pushed his jeans down his legs and smiled at how ready and willing he was. She licked her lips and looked up at him with wild eyes.

“How long did you say it had been?” she asked directly, and he blushed as he thought of the answer.

“Over three years.”

Rebecca was surprised, but a part of her was delighted. After so long without the touch of a woman, he would respond to every breath and kiss as though it was food to a desperately hungry man. All her hesitation fled as she thought about how much they would both enjoy this.

She moved to the edge of the bed, grabbed his ass with her hands and pulled him forward into her wet, open mouth. At the first taste of him she thought of Gene, expecting a tiny sliver of guilt at the very least. There was none—and so she took Richard deeper into her mouth, tasting more.

Richard shuddered at the first touch, then groaned as her mouth enveloped his dick, swallowing him so much deeper than he expected. She bent her head a bit and worked him deeper, sliding her tongue around the bottom of his shaft, stroking him with it. He threw his head back and his fingers tangled in her hair.

He thought of Amanda then, the wife he hadn’t seen in over three years. She was the last one who had done this to him, back when he had thought everything was fine, back when he had believed that forever really meant something. The guilt rose up in him but on the heels of it came the anger.

She could have been here
, he thought.
She chose not to be.

Richard then stopped thinking at all, because Rebecca was doing wicked things that demanded attention. She started to bob up and down, sucking him hard at the tip before plunging the length of cock back into her mouth. Soon his manhood was slick, and she was stroking him with her hand as her mouth sucked at his crown. Richard’s legs started to tremble. The approaching orgasm promised to be a very, very good one.

“Rebecca,” he managed to say. “I’m going to come.”

She stopped moving her mouth but her hand kept up that same rhythm, holding him right on the edge. “I’m going to swallow it.”

He almost came right then, and probably would have, if she hadn’t suddenly squeezed his cock. The orgasm backed away a bit, but came roaring back to life when she lowered her mouth on to him again, this time gliding faster, making her intentions very clear. She grabbed his hips hard as he started to thrust against her, his dick going a little deeper into her mouth each time. He couldn’t have stopped her even if he’d tried—she obviously wanted his cum and she was going to get it.

That’s what sent him over the edge. He came hard, his cock pumping almost painfully into her, sending warm jets of semen down her throat. She swallowed and he could feel it, a soft spasm around the tip of his dick. He leaned on her and held on to her hair as the last pulses of his orgasm faded away. She swirled her tongue around his dick as she pulled back, leaving him cool and damp in the warm air between them.

“That was…” he began, then laughed instead.

Rebecca laughed too, even as she lay back and hauled him on to the bed with her. “That was just a preview.”

She kissed him until they were both breathless. Then she gently put her hand on his chest and pushed him away.

“Give me one minute,” she said. “I will definitely be back.”

“Where are you going?”

She giggled and kissed his nose. “Just a second.”

She rose from the bed and disappeared around out the door. Richard smiled up at the ceiling and tried to catch his breath. Before he could start to think about what had just happened, Rebecca appeared with her small purse. She sat it down next to the bed and crawled onto the mattress beside him.

“So, where were we?” she asked.

Richard rose above her and started working the buttons of her shirt. His hands shook and she laughed again, then pushed his eager fingers away and did the work herself. The shirt came off and so did the jeans, pushed down her legs by Richard before she kicked them to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath the clothes, and Richard sighed in approval as he looked down at her body for the first time.

Her nipples were hard. Richard touched them gently at first, but when she smiled at him he touched them harder, and finally she arched up under him and made a low sound in her throat. It was an animal growl, nothing like the sweet woman she seemed to be. She blushed even as she told him what she wanted. “Like that.”

He pinched her nipples between his fingers and rolled them, sending little shockwaves through her body, as if a direct line connected her nipples to her clit. She was already wet from sucking him off, but the rough treatment of her nipples made her even wetter. It had been over a year since she had got off with anything other than a toy or her own hand, and she wanted nothing more than to lay back and let him do whatever he pleased, so long as she came at the end, and came hard.

Richard hovered over her, watching every reaction. He loved the way her nipples got even harder as he pinched them, and the way her chest flushed red, as if a fever were glowing within. She tried to open her legs but he sat on top of her, trapping her thighs between his knees, forcing her to keep them closed. The restraint, even as gentle as it was, wreaked havoc on her. When he slid a fingertip down between her breasts and headed for her belly, the little muscles there jumped in anticipation.

His tongue swirled around one of her nipples, and Rebecca cried out with the pleasure. That line between pussy and nipple tightened even more, until her body was primed and her emotions were raw.

“Fuck me,” she growled, and in answer Richard licked down her belly, finally freeing her thighs as he moved down. She opened her legs and he immediately put his hands on her knees, pushing her legs wider apart, until she was spread open for him.

He sat back and looked at her. Her cheeks blushed scarlet under his gaze, but she didn’t try to close her legs. The muscles in her thighs quivered as he looked at her. Her carefully-trimmed pussy was already so wet, it was almost dripping. Her chest heaved as she waited for the touch she wanted so badly.

Richard bent low between her legs and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. Rebecca reached above her and grabbed the headboard as his mouth hovered closer. When his tongue snaked out and touched the cleft of her pussy, she let out a long cry of desire.

“Please do it,” she panted, any inhibitions long gone. “Please, oh, please. It’s been too long.”

Richard didn’t make her wait. He recognised the desperation in her voice, so much like the sound of his own. His tongue dipped into her as he spread the lips of her pussy, the final secret of her body opening like a flower rising to meet the new rain. He pressed his tongue as deeply as he could, tasting the wetness of her before sliding his tongue up to touch the base of her clit. She went perfectly still at the new sensation, waiting for more.

Richard slipped the tip of his tongue against the sensitive nub and pressed, moving slowly up and down, waiting for the reaction that told him he was doing the right thing.

She started to tremble, the delight flooding her from the inside out. Her whole body tingled; her very skin felt alive. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, a mantra that kept pace with the stroking of his tongue. When that stroking became too fast, too hard, pushed her too close, she stopped talking and simply closed her eyes, raised her hips up to him, and let it happen.
The orgasm shattered from her centre, a thousand pinpoints of light glistening in her head, the waves of it lifting her body even higher, closer to Richard’s talented tongue. She writhed under him but he held her hips, his tongue still working magic even though the goal had been reached. When she would have become too sensitive and stopped touching herself, Richard kept on, intent on driving her to another orgasm right after the first.

She hadn’t thought it would happen again, but when it did she let out a wail of pleasure. The waves were higher this time, stronger, and her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. She let go of the headboard and instead grabbed his head, his hair thick under her fingers. She closed her legs around him, trapping him there until the last of the pleasure trickled away.

When it was over she lay stunned, almost unable to move. Richard climbed on top of her and paused. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

She reached for the purse she had placed beside the bed. She had been prepared for anything on this trip, but she had thought her preparations would be for Gene, not for this other man she hadn’t dreamed she would meet. She found what she was looking for and pushed thoughts of Gene out of her mind. She was quite happy where she was, thank you very much.

Richard smiled as she held up a shiny condom packet. “I’m on the pill,” she explained, “but we haven’t had that very important talk about histories, so…”

Richard smiled and took the packet from her. She watched as he rolled the protection on, then opened her arms to welcome him against her.

With one long, smooth stroke, he slid his hard cock into the place his tongue had just worshipped. The stretching, so foreign and so welcome, sent more shockwaves through her body. He held very still, watching her face, waiting.

“More,” she murmured.

Richard began to move, his cock inside her hotter than she had imagined, the size of him making her ache. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked with him, her hands discovering the muscles in his back. She loved the way they tensed and relaxed with each thrust, the way his buttocks hollowed out as he drove forward, then relaxed as he pulled out. Soon they found a rhythm that melded so easily, it was hard to tell where he ended and she began.

She watched him as he fucked her. When he closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure, she relaxed her legs and looked down between them, where she could see his cock slide in and out of her pussy. When it came out, his dick was slick and shiny with her juices; when it slid back in, she noticed how their pubic hair pressed together, the curls tangling in a seductive dance. Soon he was buried deep and not pulling out anymore, stroking hard, and she wrapped her legs tighter.

“You’re going to come,” she murmured into his ear. “I want you to come so hard. I want to feel your cock throbbing against the walls of my cunt. Give it to me, Richard. Give it to me…”

Richard closed his eyes and threw his head back, gritting his teeth as the sensation spread up his spine. His thrusts became jerky and his knees started to slip on the sheets. She grabbed his ass to pull him harder into her, her calves now riding the small of his back, her body almost bent double. He thrust harder, so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.

When he came, it was with a shout that echoed down the hallway of the house. He pushed as deeply into her as he could go, his dick completely buried in her warm, soft body. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She held him so hard he couldn’t have moved away if he’d wanted to, and that alone made the moment last longer—he loved the fact she wanted his cum so badly she would hold him there until she got every last drop.

When the final spasm of his body faded, he collapsed over her. Instead of pushing him off, Rebecca rolled with him, her legs still locked around his middle, his dick still inside her. She pressed her body hard against him, keeping him in, and she stared at his face until he opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“You…” he began to say, and she held a finger to his lips.

“Hush.”

He thrust against her once more. The aftermath of the orgasm made his body tingle. He gently pulled out of her and made quick work of getting rid of the condom, then wrapped his arms around her.

Richard kissed her, a slow and lingering exploration. They lay together on the pillow, their bodies still humming with pleasure, and smiled at each other.

Chapter Five

“It’s hard to believe you haven’t done this in years,” she teased as they lay in his bed together, a quilt pulled over their naked bodies. “You gave quite a performance, Mr Paris.”