Holiday Spice (5 page)

Andrea looked at him with the beginnings of fear on her face.

“Surely, the snow plow will make it up this way,” she implored.

“Yeah, they’ll come up here, but it may be days before they can break through. We’re going to have to start conserving the wood immediately. In that way, we can stretch it out a little longer.”

They spent the rest of the day trying to behave as normally as possible.
By
nightfall
,
the snow seemed to show little sign
of letting up. They brought their pillows and blankets into the front room so that they could sleep by the fire. Closing off the bedroom
would
help keep the warmth trapped in this room
and allow them to use less wood
. Under any other circumstances, this would have been a very romantic adventure. But now it was only frightening.

John pulled the blankets over them both and put his arm around Andrea, pulling her close. She figured he had to believe that they were getting ready to die or something because he had not touched her like this in years. But she would take whatever she could get. As she rested her head against his chest, she could feel his heart beating frantically

“Andrea, you do know that I love you, don’t you?” John said softly.

She didn’t answer at first because she was thoroughly stunned. Also, she didn’t know exactly what she should say because she had actually had doubts that he did love her romantically any longer.

“I suppose so,” she finally managed to say. “But you haven’t shown any romantic interest in me in years so I suppose that I have to admit to wondering.”

“I never meant for you to feel that way,” he said. “It’s just that between our busy schedules, it became more difficult for us to find the time to be romantic. Finally, I was starting to feel that you weren’t exactly interested anymore. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“Are you serious?” Andrea asked, astounded. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

Sitting up so that she could look him directly in the eyes, she let him know that she was still very much interested
.
John looked back at her and leaned down to kiss her. As it had been such a long time, this was a kiss that caught fire instantly and spread wildly. In spite of the temperature, they began shedding their clothes underneath the blankets. Their kiss turned into much more as each of them used their hands, mouths and tongues to explore and become reacquainted with what they had denied themselves for so long.

John had not lost his touch. He remembered to kiss Andrea’s neck in a certain spot as well as gently suck her earlobes as he used his thumbs to tease her nipples. Andrea touched John’s body like a starving woman searching for
sustenance
. She moved her fingers over his chest and down his stomach. Her hand found him hard and waiting for her. It was just as she remembered and it sent a thrill of desire and excitement through her body.

John’s hand moved from Andrea’s breasts to her pleasure core at the center of her upper thighs. He moved his fingers around her wetness and located her throbbing stiffness that begged attention. It was all too much, though. Andrea wouldn’t wait for what she wanted. Eagerly, she climbed on top of her husband and straddled him. Taking his engorged member in her hand, she positioned it so that she impaled herself upon it. Her intimate muscles contracted around him instantly. Looking down into his eyes, she started to move up and down on him.

It seemed as if only seconds passed before they both succumbed to their ecstasy. Those waves continue
d to roll for a few moments
, which was fine with the two of them.
They savored the strange sensations and
found that they had generated their own heat, at least momentarily, as rivulets of sweat ran down their bodies.

“Damn, woman,” John exclaimed. “Whe
re was that hiding all this time
?”

“I’ve always known how to be
…
I just didn’t think that you wanted to see that side of me.” Andrea giggled
, feeling slightly ashamed for a split-second
.

“Oh, I definitely want to see that side of you as often as possible
,” John replied.
“
We’re not going
to ever let ourselves get so off-track
again.
”

The couple continued to catch their breath and began to get dressed again under the covers, now beginning to realize that it was still damn cold in the cabin.

“You know,” John said after a few moments.
“
I think we should begin planni
ng a second honeymoon.
”

“Really?
I can’t think of a better idea!” Andrea squealed.

They spent the next
24 hours
getting reacquainted
, several times,
and were having so much fun that they
actually felt kind of sad when the
snow plow rescue
d
them
.
As it turned out, the plow arrived just as the last of their firewood died down.

Later
on
they would
joke
that they weren’t worried
too much about being rescued
because they had their
own special
method
of generating heat.

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Denver, Colorado

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