Page 33 of Two Canes, One Cup
“Merry Christmas, handsome,” she murmurs, her exhale tickling the small hairs of my chest.
We both startle when the ceiling fan motor kicks on and the clock on the nightstand starts to flash.
She sits up quickly, her bare torso escaping the blanket in her surprise. “The power’s back on!” Wide eyed, her mouth forms an “O”, then she starts to giggle. “I’d almost forgotten what it was like to not live by candlelight.”
I don’t know if it’s the threat of losing her, or her genuine joy at something so innocent, but it makes my cock fill with need.
“Come here and celebrate,” I groan, pulling her over me.
Her beauty shines in the morning sun as she straddles me, sinking me into her with a roll of her hips.
“Show me how happy you are.” My fingers grip her thighs, coaxing her sensual ride.
When she leans back, arching her breasts to the sky, I can’t stop myself from rising with her.
I have to taste those beaded nipples, savor them like a holiday feast.
Her supple body undulates, grinding me harder to rub against her womb.
Fuck, I want to keep her.
Impregnate her to make her mine.
Ours.
I don’t even care if it’s Reece, or me, that succeeds.
I just need to be near her.
Her nails rake through my hair as she clings to me, her rhythmic movements growing faster.
Reaching around her, I push two soaked fingers into her clenching ass.
She’s mine, every piece of her.
A cry rips from her throat as it tips her over the edge. Her body convulses over me as her inner muscles squeeze me like a vise, vaulting me into my own release.
“Holy shit,” she pants, hanging from my shoulders. “I’ve never had that…I didn’t know it’d feel like that.”
“You’ve never been fucked in the ass?” I growl against her racing pulse. “Such a good little whore like you, still with a virgin hole?”
Her soft laugh makes her pussy contract around my softening cock. “Before this week, I was the most vanilla of all the wallflowers.”
“I’m going to fix that.” I get her the last night we’re here. “Your going away present is going to be me filling you up, front to back.”
Pink flushes its way up her smooth skin as her palms frame my jaw. “Promise you’ll be gentle?”
“Your pleasure is my only goal in life,” I whisper against her lips.
It’s true.
She doesn’t know it, but I’d promise her the world for one more week in this cabin.
“How long do you think before the water is hot enough for a shower?” Rolling off me, she stretches against the pillows.
Damn her and her beauty.
“Long enough for a cup of coffee and a snuggle by the fire.” I reach over and wrap my teeth around her alluring nipple until she shrieks, then dive away to get dressed.
