“I’ll be right back,” he says, pulling out slowly. Then, kissing the tip of my nose, he exits the bed and moves into the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush. He comes back into the room and picks up his discarded jeans.
“You’re leaving?” I ask in a small, anxious voice.
“I was just getting my phone, to make sure it’s off,” he answers, standing unmoving staring at me.
“Okay,” I say, biting my lip nervously.
An awkwardness that had not been there two minutes before now descends upon us. After such a passionate encounter, I can tell neither of us is sure what to say or do.
Everything is frozen in time as we stare at one another, trying to figure out the proper etiquette.
“Do you want me to go back to my room?” he finally asks cautiously.
“No. Do you want to leave?”
“No, I want to spend the night with you,” he answers, and I can see the truth of his words on his previously expressionless face.
“Good, I want you to stay,” I say seriously.
He drops his jeans back onto the floor, still holding his phone.
“It’s cold, we can keep each other warm,” I say, smiling at him broadly and moving further down into the bed before pulling the blankets up higher to cover myself.
“I like that idea,” he says, walking back towards the bed smiling.
“I am hot, so I’m sure I’ll keep you nice and warm,” he adds playfully, tossing his phone onto the bedside table. He climbs onto the bed next to me and pulls me into his arms.
“Cocky, too.” I laugh, wrapping my arm around his side as we lay, nose to nose, facing one another.
“I seem to remember you liking my cock,” he says, moving to nuzzle my neck.
“Mmmm,” comes my muffled answer as I snuggle closer into his warm body.
“Goodnight, June Bug.”
“Night, Cowboy,” I whisper.
The room is silent, except for our gentle breathing, and before he drifts off, I swear I can hear Tom mumble, “I could do this every night.”
Despite the anxious, excited feeling buzzing through me from being cuddled up with Tom, I fall asleep almost instantly. I’m lulled by his rhythmic breathing, radiating warmth, and the feeling of safety I have while in his arms.
Chapter Four
Tuesday, December 24th ~ June ~
I wake to several surprises the next morning. Not only do I have a gorgeous and virile man sleeping with his arms wrapped around me, but looking out the window, I notice the world outside has been covered overnight in glistening white snow, which is still falling down in big, puffy white flakes.
Shrieking with pleasure, I jump up out of bed and run to the window, completely forgetting I’m stark naked. Crossing my arms across my chest and hopping from one foot to another in an effort to stay warm, I stare out at the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
The world I knew yesterday has disappeared and is now covered in a white blanket of quiet peacefulness. The snow has been untouched by humans or animals, and it lays in a sparkling sheet, hiding everything beneath it.
Still staring out the window in wonder, I feel Tom at my back as he wraps his arms around me and covers us both with a warm down comforter.
“Morning,” he says groggily into my neck, where he has buried his face and is kissing me lazily.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I ask, as way of a greeting. I’ve seen snow before, but there is something magical about seeing it at Christmastime.
The new scenery isn’t the only magic being created here though. With one hand, Tom keeps the comforter wrapped tightly around us, while his other hand palms my breast and his thumb tweaks my already erect nipple. Moaning softly, I press my bottom into his hardening cock.
His hand moves down my body, his fingertips ghosting over my skin, sending tingling sensations throughout me. Tom runs his fingers along the top of my sex, making me shiver with the desire he’s creating.
My legs automatically spread, welcoming his further exploration. A moan escapes me as his fingers dip down, and two are thrust inside of me.
“Wet for me already?” he asks growling, nipping at my ear and pulling me tighter into his arms. His rock hard erection is pressed tightly against my behind.
Moving my hips against his palm, I silently encourage him to continue the pleasure he’s started to give me. Tom slowly moves his fingers in and out with deep strokes as he thumbs my clit lazily.
Beneath our cocoon, I reach behind me and grab onto his hips, anchoring myself as he continues to torment me with pleasure. I’m no longer noticing the beauty outside.
“Tom, please,” I breathe out, wanting him to do anything he has to so I’ll find my climax. In answer, he removes his fingers altogether, causing me to groan in frustration.
“Tom,” I whine petulantly.
“Put you hands on the window,” he says hotly, dropping the comforter to the ground and exposing us to the freezing air.
“It’s freezing,” I say, as I place my palms on the cold glass. I can no longer feel his warmth behind me, though I hear him grabbing a condom from the nearby table.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm us right up,” he says, grabbing my hips and pulling them back slightly as he nips at the back of my neck, before his warmth leaves me again.
“Fuck!” I hear him curse in an angry, frustrated tone.
“What is it?” I ask, turning around quickly, concerned it could be his wound bothering him. We did quite a bit of physical activity last night.
He’s standing there shivering, stroking himself to no avail. The rock hard erection that had been there only moments before has disappeared completely.
Looking at me, he angrily claims, “This has never happened to me!”
“Baby, it’s cause you’re freezing,” I say, trying not to laugh at his frustration. Moving closer to him, I run my hands along his arms trying to warm us both.
My breath is knocked out of me as I find myself suddenly in the air and over his shoulder as he moves back towards the bed, where he drops me with a bounce onto the mattress and follows me down, covering my body with his own.
Recovering, I reach up and, cup the back of his head and pull his lips towards mine while simultaneously moving to wrap my legs around his body.
With hungry kisses, I can feel our bodies warming again, despite the chill in the air. Tom’s cock twitches against my stomach in renewed interest, and I moan at the thought of him putting it to use for our mutual pleasure.
“Fuck, it’s cold in here,” he says, pulling away slightly and breathing heavily. Jumping off the bed, he goes to the thermostat by the door.
After tucking myself back underneath the warm covers, I watch him jump up and down on the balls of his feet, trying to keep warm as he runs his hands along his muscular arms. His cock has softened again, and is moving in time with his movements.
I’m so hypnotized by the view I don’t realize he’s speaking at first.
“It’s only 50 degrees in here, but it’s set at 65. Something’s wrong,” he says as he moves towards his discarded clothing and begins pulling it on.
“Wait, where’re you going?” I ask, not wanting the magic of the night before to end.
Coming up to the side of the bed, he leans over and kisses me sweetly saying, “I’m just going downstairs to see what’s up with the heat.” Then kissing my forehead, he adds, “I’ll be back in a few. Stay warm for me.”
After disentangling himself from my arms, which had instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, Tom heads to the door where he turns and winks at me before opening it. My heart squeezes at the sight of him quietly closing the door behind himself.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
I wiggle further down into the bed and hide myself beneath the still-warm covers. Thinking that I’ll only close my eyes for a second, I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I know, Tom is leaning over me, peppering my face with gentle kisses.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty. Break
fast is served,” he says grinning down at me.
“What?” I ask confused, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“I brought us up something to eat,” he says, kissing my forehead and pointing towards the food-laden tray on the chair next to the bed.
“Is there hot chocolate?” I ask hopefully, sitting up in bed pulling up the blankets to cover my nakedness.
“Sadly that wasn’t possible, seeing as we’ve lost power.”
“We don’t have power?” I ask nervously.
“No, that’s why it’s so fuckin’ cold in here,” he says. Moving over towards the fireplace and crouching down, he begins placing logs into the hearth.
“We’re going to freeze to death?” I ask stupidly, still not quite awake and caffeine deprived.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to start a fire, and I’ll keep you warm,” he says, winking at me from where he’s arranging crumpled up pieces of newspaper. Then taking a lighter, he sets the paper alight, and I watch as almost magically the fireplace bursts into flames.
“Wow, you’re good at that,” I say, becoming memorized by the flicking flames.
“Eagle Scout.”
“Josh was an Eagle Scout, too,” I say, still lost in a daze by the movement of the flames.
“And were you one of those Girl Scouts in short little skirts, selling sweets on street corners?” he asks in a teasing voice.
“No way! Jessica and I were Indian Princesses,” I say indignantly. “We would go camping, fishing, or hiking with our Dad,” I continue, ending on a whisper.
“You miss them?” he asks, already knowing the answer. I can only nod my head in response.
My throat tightens, tears welling behind my eyes, and I don’t trust myself to speak. Even after three years, their death is still a raw wound on my soul that could burst open at any moment.
“What happened?” Tom asks. Seeing that my eyes have filled with silent tears, he quickly strips down to his tighty whities and joins me on the bed, gathering me into his arms.
“Shhh, I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me now if you don’t want to.”
I bury myself into his embrace. His skin may be cold, but all I feel is the warmth of having someone hold me so close.
“It was their anniversary, and they were taking a helicopter tour over Gatorland when it stalled midair and crashed,” I whisper into his chest.
“My poor little June Bug.” I hear his voice rumble through his chest.
“As sick as it sounds, I take comfort in the fact that they went together. I don’t think either of them could’ve lived without the other.”
“Sounds like they loved each other very much,” he says, kissing the top of my head as he runs his hand along my arm, warming me from the inside out.
“Yes, they did,” I say pulling, away just enough to look into his beautiful face.
Running his hand up my arm, he cups my face and runs his thumb along my cheek before leaning in and giving me a slow gentle kiss, making me forget all of my troubles. Soon I’m wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him further down onto the bed with me.
I moan in protest as he pulls away, looking at me with his eyes hooded with passion. Through the thin layer of his briefs, I can feel his hardness against my naked stomach.
“I promised you a ride, but I think we should eat first,” he says heatedly. He squeezes my naked backside and rubs our quickly warming bodies together.
My nipples tighten and my sex creams in excitement at the thought. I wrap one leg around his waist and pull him down onto my body. He comes willingly, leaning his weight on one arm while the other hand cups my breast and begins teasing the already hardened bud.
The smell and the warmth of his skin has me on fire. I grab his hand off of my breast and he looks up questioningly from where he’s been nibbling my neck.
Moving his hand towards my sex, I part my legs, allowing him space to cup my wet curls. His gentle chuckle reverberates throughout me.
“My girl knows what she wants,” he observes, running his palm against me and teasing me with his gentleness.
“Yes, please, Tom,” I say, attempting to wiggle my hips into his hand. He moves slightly and pins me down onto the bed with his own hips.
“What does my June Bug want?” he asks, breathing into my ear before nipping it gently.
“Your fingers,” I whisper, suddenly shocked by my boldness.
“Like this?” Tom asks, running his fingers through my lower lips before finding my clit and teasing it with gentle strokes.
“Yes,” I moan out, loving the feel of his callused fingertips against my sensitive flesh.
“What about this?” he asks, running his fingertips down my sex until he’s teasing my opening.
“Yes, more,” I groan, needing to feel those thick fingers inside of me. I grab onto his shoulders as the flood of desire he had teased me with earlier this morning awakens in me again.
“Is this what my girl wants?” he asks, thrusting not one but two thick fingers inside, causing me to gasp and groan from the sudden intrusion.
“Yes!”
“You’re so wet,” he says, moving his fingers slowly in and out as his thumb rubs against my clit.
“Tom,” I moan again as I feel him rub the sensitive spot inside, causing me to move my hips in time with his exquisite rhythm.
“I’m hungry,” he says suddenly, pulling his fingers out.
“What? Don’t stop!” I cry out in protest as my eyes lock with his darkened irises.
I watch as he takes the fingers that had just been given me such pleasure, and sucks them between his lips to taste my wetness.
“My new favorite flavor. My June,” he says hotly, placing my hands above my head where I grab onto the pillow.
Then kicking the covers off, he moves down my body kissing and sucking his way towards my sex. I reach down instinctively and weave my fingers through his hair.
“June, you know what I like,” he says playfully biting my inner thigh.
Smiling up at me, he bends my knees, raising them towards my chest and exposing my sex even more.
“Place your hands on your knees; hold them up,” he says. Once I’m holding myself open to him, my shiver has nothing to do with the room’s cold air.
“Good girl,” Tom says, as he resumes his position between my legs and runs his tongue along my sex. I shudder as he flicks my clit right before he sucks it between his lips.
I’m so on edge, it doesn’t take long until my legs are shaking and I’m sweating as the fire of pleasure rolls through me.
“Tom!” I cry out as I come into his mouth.
When I return to myself, I’m panting loudly. Dropping my legs, I turn to see Tom’s smug face on the pillow next to me.
“Wow,” I say breathlessly, grinning at him.
At this juncture, he doesn’t need to know this, but damn, Tom’s the best I’ve ever been with. He makes my ex, Greyson, seem completely unequipped.
“Can we have breakfast now? No matter how sweet it is, a man can’t live on pussy alone,” Tom says, grinning broadly and looking playfully put out.
“What about you, Cowboy?” I ask, running a hand down his chest and teasing the trail of course hair leading to his visibly hardened cock beneath his briefs.
“Don’t worry, baby. I plan on being ridden long and hard later.”
“Count on it,” I say, giving his cock a squeeze before I climb out of bed and head towards the bathroom.
After freshening up, I walk back into the room, grabbing Tom’s discarded flannel from the floor and putting it on. I roll up the sleeves, and fasten two buttons to keep it closed.
“You look good in my shirt, baby, but I like you better naked,” he says, his eyes dark with desire.
“Later. I wouldn’t want to distract you with my nakedness when you’re hungry,” I say, climbing back onto bed. I notice that he’s brought the tray of food over and placed it between us.
“You don’t have to be naked to
distract me, June Bug.”
“What did you bring up?” I ask, getting comfortable on the bed. I suddenly realize that I’m starving.
“Basically anything that you can eat cold: yogurt parfaits, fruit salad, and cereal,” he says, pointing at the banquet he’s provided for us.
“Looks great,” I say, digging into one of the yogurt parfaits.
“I was able to get ahold of my parents while I was downstairs,” he says, in between bites of his own yogurt.
“What did they say?”
“Unlike us, they have power, and according to the news, they say it’s a Nor’easter that has taken everyone completely by surprise.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means it might take some time for us to get dug out. The area is under a state of emergency, and the National Guard has been called out.”
“Really, it’s that bad? But it looks so pretty,” I say, as my Floridian mind is trying to comprehend the situation.
“Yeah, road crews are trying to clear the main roads, but that could take time. The manager downstairs did say that they’d called their plow service, and we’re on the list.”
“What about the power?”
“The backup generator isn’t working, but they’re hoping that the power company will be able to fix the problem once the main roads are clear.”
“We really are snowed in, aren’t we?”
“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”
“I’m sure we can entertain ourselves,” I say, biting my lip and reaching over to run my hand along his long thigh.
We eat for several moments in comfortable silence. I stare outside the window and notice that it has since stopped snowing.
“Is it really cold out?” I ask, stealing a strawberry from Tom’s bowl.
“Not too bad, if you’re dress properly,” he says smiling, watching me enjoy his stolen fruit. Then he asks, “Do you want to go outside after breakfast?”
I nod my head excitedly. This is what I had come all the way to Vermont for: to have a white Christmas. To walk through the snow, to make snowballs, go sledding, and enjoy experiencing something like this for the first time. Having someone, Tom, to share it with, makes it that much better.
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