Page 55 of Stuck on the Slopes

Before I could even taunt him, Juniper was on top of me, his lips pressing roughly against mine. Juniper adjusted his legs, planting his knees on either side of my hips. As we kissed, his thermals left nothing to the imagination as I felt him through our clothes, brushing up against my upper inner thigh. His hand slipped past my shirt, running up my stomach and sternum before reaching my breast. The chilly air made my nipples peak as his thumb swept across one, making desire shoot through my body even more. I couldn’t help the moan that bubbled up, stifled by Juniper’s plush lips and tongue.

With one hand, I gripped at Juniper’s bare bicep, feeling the tense muscle tighten. My other traced his ribs as I wished I could reach lower. Juniper groaned, the deep sound ringing through my ears and shooting straight for my abdomen as he pulled away from our kiss so he could move his mouth to the underside of my jaw.

“For better or worse, you have occupied,” he said between kisses down my jaw and neck, “every single corner of my mind since you got here.” His hands moved down my sides now, slow and tantalizing. While his hands were soft, a few spots on his palms were once-calloused and still smoothing over.

“I have?”

“For starters, your hair. It gets fucking everywhere. It’s beautiful. Please, tell me I can touch it.”

“I would love it if you did.”

He nipped at my collarbone. “Let’s put it this way: I’m going to make you regret letting me. And yourcurves.” Juniper ran his hands back up so he could cup my breasts. “You do know that some of your flannels threaten to bust open at your chest, right?”

I blushed. “I’m sorry. Has that been distracting?”

“Don’t play coy with me now.”

Heat pooled in my gut and between my legs; I didn’t realize any more could.

“You have,” he continued, “entirely too many clothes on.”

“That makes two of us.”

In a swift motion, Juniper’s hands lowered to the hem of my shirt and tugged up. I raised my arms, allowing him to take the thermal top off. As I reached for the waistband of my pants, he stood to discard the rest of his long johns, giving me the space to wiggle out of my own.

Once he was bare, I tried not to stare too obnoxiously. He couldn’t have been any better looking if he tried.

Juniper’s body was still fairly muscular; even though he didn’t snowboard anymore and had a few softer spots that I wanted to sink my teeth into, it was obvious he maintained his physique with his hikes and his time in the gym. His long, black hair hit his shoulders, down completely instead of in a bun or half-bun for once, drawing my attention down his nude form. I reached out to trace the lines of his abdominal muscles before letting my finger drag to his already erect cock.

Even his dick was pretty. I didn’t know dickscouldbe pretty.

Juniper crawled over me like he was ready to worship me. He dragged his lips up my legs, starting at my ankles until he reached my upper inner thigh. When Juniper’s lips reached between my legs, his grown-out five o’clock shadow scratched my thighs. I moaned in pleasure, making him chuckle.

“Listen to you. That didn’t take long.” He kissed my clit and then looked up at me. “Sit on my face?”

“You want me to?”

“Believe me, you have no idea.”

Juniper rolled over onto his back, and while I wasn’t about to deny his request, I wanted to reciprocate how good he’d made me feel. When I kneeled over his face, I faced the end of the bed, giving me a flawless view of Juniper’s nude form. He wasted no time in returning his mouth to where it had been moments ago, but I both heard and felt him groan in surprise as I lowered myself over him and ran my tongue around his tip. As the vibration of his moan rippled through me, his hands reached up and gripped my thighs, pulling me closer to his face as his fingers dug into my flesh.

The whole moment felt surreal. After months of thinking Juniper would want nothing to do with me, here he was, exploring me with his tongue like he was a man starved. But he’d said it himself: it had been years for him. Years, and yet of all the people Juniper could have picked to be with, he picked me. Of every man or woman my unattainably attractive boss could have chosen from, he chose me.

“Believe me, you have no idea,”he’d said moments ago.

For how long had my self-doubt made me blind?

Juniper didn’t stop to breathe until I felt my orgasm pooling in my core, building until the waves crashed through me and onto Juniper’s tongue. Juniper gave my hips a knowing squeeze as I came into his mouth, but he let me ride it out on his tongue. It was only when my body relax that he pulled away.

“This feels so fucking good, Rach, but I’m not through with you yet. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up.”

I withdrew my mouth with a pop and carefully swung my leg over his head, so I sat beside him. The mattress dipped beneath my weight as he rolled over and reached for the condom, with proof of my release still coating his lips. He darted his tongue out to lick them clean as he stood and put it on.

“How should we..?”

“Lay down,” Juniper said, voice as smooth as velvet.

As he returned to the bed, he placed a forceful yet gentle hand on my shoulder, laying me back as he lowered himself over me. He caged me beneath his arms with some of his hair falling like a curtain over either side of his face.

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