Page 90 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
“Think of this as a humanitarian mission. I’m eager to help you.”
She bursts out laughing. “You’re so kind.”
I walk through my bedroom doorway and drop her on the bed. “I’m nothing if not a philanthropist. Now lose the clothes.”
She’s laughing as she strips off her top and sleeping shorts. She reaches up and grabs me by the waistband of my sweatpants, and pulls me on top of her. We make out like that for a while, until she starts to claw at my pants. I break our kiss and stand up, then yank them off.
She grins wide as her gaze fixes on my dick. When she licks her lips, my cock twitches. I drop to my knees and move my face between her legs, but she sits up and shakes her head.
“I wanna try something,” she says with the slyest, sexiest smile I’ve seen.
My dick twitches again. “What did you have in mind?”
She stands up and grabs me by the arm, leading me to lie down on the bed. And then she crawls on top of me so her face is hovering over my dick and her ass is above my face.
She looks behind her shoulder and peers at me. “I wanna sit on your face and have your dick in my mouth at the same time.”
Even more blood rockets to my cock, making me hard as concrete. I’m grinning as I hook my arms around her thighs and pull her pussy to my face. She yelps as I run my tongue up and down her sopping wet slit. I moan at how wet she is, how turned on she is.
Soon she slides my dick into her perfect mouth, slowly running that tongue along the length of me. I groan at how fucking incredible it feels to have her work me over with her mouth. As she bobs her head up and down, the pressure and heat build in my dick and balls. I focus all my energy on her so that I don’t blow first, even though this feels incredible.
I move my tongue slowly at first, then I pick up speed, just how she likes it. Soon her legs are trembling and she’s screaming with my cock in her mouth. I groan at how turned on I am hearing and feeling Maya have an orgasm. My entire body is hot, throbbing with pleasure, aching for release.
She starts to come down and works me faster in her mouth. A minute later, I explode, my entire body shaking. Holy shit, that was intense.
She rolls off of me and settles next to me on the bed. We’re lying head-to-toe, so I peer down at her, smiling when I see that starry look in her eyes and how she’s still panting.
I lean up and help her move so that she’s lying next to me now. I wrap my arm around her and cuddle her into my chest.
I kiss the top of her head, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath of her vanilla-flower scent.
“So did it work? Did I help you get rid of your nerves?” I ask as I look at her.
She laughs and looks at me, a naughty glint in her eyes. “It definitely helped. But I’m gonna need another round with you to be sure.”
I grin, feeling like the smuggest, luckiest guy in the world. I grab her and sit her on top of me. “Gladly.”
Chapter30
Maya
“Ican’t believe how many earrings I’ve sold. It’s only been four hours and half of what I brought is nearly gone,” I say as I scramble to change around the display of earrings I’ve set up at my booth.
Theo moves around the earrings on the display next to me. “Told you your jewelry would be a hit.” He winks at me and my insides melt.
I’m still blown away that Theo surprised me with a booth at the Rocky Mountain Winter Festival, that he went through the trouble of arranging all this for me, and that he’s been by my side this whole day. He woke up before dawn with me this morning to help me pack up my merchandise, load the car, drove me to the event center on the outskirts of Denver where the festival is being held, and has been giving me pep talks every time I got nervous and started freaking out.
Theo’s been a literal dream guy for all the support he’s shown me today.
I watch how careful he is as he rearranges the display, handling the earrings gently. It’s crystal clear just how much he cares about me—just how much seeing me live out my dream means to him.
My heart does a strange skidding move in my chest. I swallow it back and glance around at the lively festival taking place around us. I inhale, savoring the aroma of cinnamon cookies, pastries, kettle corn, cider, and other goodies from the food and beverage booths at the far end of the event center. White string lights and giant snowflake decorations dangle from the ceiling and most of the booths. Cheery mood music echoes inside. For a second I stop and smile to myself. I can’t believe I’m here, selling my earrings like a proper business owner and designer. I need to enjoy the moment.
A man and woman who look to be in their thirties walk up to my booth. I immediately notice the woman. She looks familiar, but I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve seen her before or she just looks like someone I know. She could pass for a young Naomi Campbell. She’s wearing a vintage wool Chanel coat. Damn. That thing must have cost a pretty penny.
“Wow, these are so pretty,” she says as she looks at a pair of dangly, rose gold chevron cut-out earrings.
“Thank you,” I say.
