Page 25 of My Pucking Life

“No, Roman, I don't like it. Are you kidding me? I don't even love it. Like you, there are not adequate words in the English language for me to appropriately convey what this means to me.” Tears are now skittering down my face, and I can't be bothered to care. He moves from in front of me to my side, and I fully take it all in again.

The ice path ends near the end of the tree line, and just in front of us is another smaller lake—maybe at this size, it's considered more of a pond. The forest wraps around this magical little space, and there is a small clearing to my right, and on a wooden platform, there is a domed tent that I can see straight into. It looks like a snow globe out here with everything being covered in the snow flurries and the light dusting on the ground. There's a small fire crackling that’s settled between two wooden lounge chairs, as well as another small fire going within the dome in a small stove. The twinkle lights extend in a path to both the chairs and the tent, held up by stakes since the trees are now behind us.

My feet carry me to the snow globe, and I take in the interior. Two-thirds of the inside are taken up by a large bed, covered in fluffy white blankets and pillows, adding to the snow globe ambiance. There's a skinny piece of wall behind the bed that I can't tell what it is…a bathroom or something if I had to guess. To the side of the bed is the stove heater and a comfy-looking lounge chair, also a fluffy white.

Everything is absolutely stunning.

“What is all this?” I ask because this all looks fairly permanent and not just for a date.

“I thought we could use our own little getaway space on the pack lands. I mean,” he rubs the back of his neck, “I know with you being the princess and all, our future isn't certain as far as where we will be, but I wanted to create a space for us here that was made for you. It doesn't have a finished bathroom yet, but there will be one. I have it rigged up more like an RV right now, so we can still use it, though—”

“Roman.” I stop him with my hands on his chest. “It's perfect.” I breathe in his scent and pull him to me, kissing him as hard as I can, hoping he knows how much I love this. That no matter where our lives take us, we'll always have this place to just beus.

Without breaking our kiss, he lifts me into him and wraps his arms around me, one arm banded beneath my ass and the other tangling in the hair at the bottom of my neck. He slowly starts walking us towards the little haven he made just for us.

He pulls the hand out of my hair to open the door and carries me inside. It's so warm and toasty in here and smells like the fire mixed with the increasing intensity of Roman's scent that’s becoming muskier in the small space.

The door is shut behind us, keeping out the cold air. Roman lifts me even higher as his kisses travel across my jaw to my neck. I tip my head back to give him a better vantage point and am able to successfully gasp without choking myself. Staring out the top of what I have decided will forever be known as our snow globe, the moon is shining in the sky, and the snow flurries are dancing and landing on the edge of our enclosure.

Feeling the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks, I ask quietly, “Is there anyone else out here that will see us?”

His eyes meet mine in the fire-and-twinkle light, and I'm once again struck stupid by the beautiful colors. One green eye, one blue. My eyes dance between his, and we both just kind of get lost in each other again. He shakes his head a little, remembering I asked him a question. “No one. The pack didn't really use these lands except for hunting. I let them know to steer clear of this area while we’re here.” He growls into my skin as he's resumed kissing me everywhere he can reach, which currently isn't much as I’m terribly overdressed.

As if he was able to read my thoughts, he gently sets me on my feet. I wobble at first, forgetting I have the skates on. They might be second nature to him, but I am definitely still getting used to them. I plop backwards onto the chair by the stove to remove them, but as quickly as I land in the chair, Roman hits his knees in front of me and begins to unlace the skates.

I watch his every move as his large hands nimbly work to untie, loosen, and remove each skate gently but quickly. With the skates off, he slides the fluffy pink sock and leg warmer from my right leg. After setting them down next to him, he rolls his fingers into the sole of my foot, causing me to release an unexpected moan. I've had the mediocre foot massages you get when you get a pedicure, but the way his hands are working the tension in my feet from that skate is a completely new experience. His eyes jump to mine at the sound, and I work to shove the embarrassment down again.You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This man adores you.And judging by the slowly growing bulge in his pants, he's enjoying this as much as I am.

He gives my left foot the same treatment, and I'm able to stifle the moan by biting my lip.

I thought after the foot massages, I'd be allowed to stand, but I don't even get the opportunity to try because he goes directly from massaging my foot to massaging my calves. The electricity shooting through my body right now from his touch could keep all of these twinkle lights lit for weeks. I can feel the wetness building between my thighs as he continues to work and knead my body in a way I never thought sexual before.

Once he's had his fill of both legs and before he can move onto whatever he had planned next, I ask, “Roman, honey, when are you going to take off your skates?” when I notice they're still on his feet.

“Would you like me to remove them?” he returns my question with one of his own, and the gravel in his voice skitters across my skin, and all I can do is nod.

He quickly moves to do as I’ve asked and returns to me, offering me his hand, then pulling me to my feet. He leans in, kissing me again and taking all my brain power with him. I'm clutching his shirt, desperate to hold on to anything to ground me as he unwinds my scarf from around my neck and tosses it onto the back of the chair.

With the scarf gone and my brain still malfunctioning under the spell of his kiss, I barely register him unzipping and slowly guiding my arms out of my fluffy vest. The vest plopping onto the floor snaps me out of it, and I'm suddenly tugging on his jacket. He helps me remove his jacket, and I immediately move for his shirt, only being able to lift it so far because he's so tall he helps me and lifts it off over his head. I can't contain myself, and my fingers move to the chiseled muscles in front of me, letting my fingers trace every dip and ridge, soaking my panties even further.

“Your turn,” is all the notice I'm given before he's pulling my long-sleeve shirt over my head, my arms now straight up in the air, leaving me in the silver lace bra I got just last weekend.

“No ripping these. They're my new favorite,” I mock-scold with my finger pointed at him.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Now where's the fun in that?” He then huffs, “You should know by now to buy multiples when you find a favorite.”

Before I can retort, I'm lifted off of my feet and back into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and my mouth crashes against his. This kiss is different. This kiss is raw and filled with need. My arms are wound around his neck, pulling him into me, and it still doesn't feel close enough. I can't get enough.

He turns with me still attached to his torso like a marsupial and lowers me onto my back. The kiss breaks, and my chest is heaving trying to get enough oxygen to chase away the fog of lust, but it's not working. Not like when I went through my first heat, just in a way that won't go away until I get what I want. Everything I want.

He rises to his full height and flips a switch, turning off the main lights within our little snow globe, as well as the twinkle lights following the ice path, leaving us only illuminated by the moon and the small fire to our side.

I wriggle with need on the fluffy blankets, and a whimper escapes me. Roman inhales a deep breath, and when he opens his eyes, they're blown with need themselves.

He leans and runs his finger along the waistband of my leggings, asking for permission to remove them. I nod furiously, another whimper leaving my lips.

His growl reverberates around the room as his eyes drape over my skin, taking all of me in, his eyes lingering over my silver lingerie set. I take the opportunity to lift myself, lean forward, and unbutton his pants while never breaking eye contact. His dick is pressed so tightly against his jeans that it springs free of the denim the moment I pop the button and begin to lower the zipper, though still held by the confines of his black boxer briefs. Without hesitation, I grab the waistband of those as well, pulling them down with his jeans.

His thick length bobs at eye level when I sit back up from helping him step out of his pants, and I lick my lips in anticipation. The tip is red and looks angry from being confined in his too-tight pants, so I lick around the top, taking the silky-smooth staff in my hand. He tosses his head back, groaning in approval. Though he only allows me a moment to lick around his tip and down the bulging vein while my fingers trail lightly up and down, remembering to pay special attention to his knot. I love listening to his body react to my touch. The power in being able to make him feel this way. He reaches down and lifts my chin so that we're looking into each other's eyes. “Lay back for me,” he breathes, and I swear I can see his heart trying to beat out of his chest.

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