Page 67 of Hiding for the Holidays
I slowly lower her to her feet, and she looks around at where we are. “What are we doing here?” She asks breathlessly as she grips my sleeves.
“I hope you don’t mind a little cold air on your skin.” She looks up at me and frowns. I grin as I grab her jacket zipper and slowly pull it down, giving her a chance to stop me if she wants to.
Her fingers tighten on me, but her eyes heat, and I know I have my answer.
Once her jacket’s undone, I slide it off her and lay it on the ground before shrugging off my own jacket and adding it to create a larger area.
“Hold on to my shoulder,” I tell her as I lift one of her legs and pull off her boot, setting her foot on my jacket, before doing the same with the other.
She shivers and I wrap my arms around her as I kiss her hard, my tongue demanding entrance that she willingly gives. She whimpers as I take control and I let one hand slide down to the front of her jeans, flicking the button open and lowering her zipper.
She gasps against me, and her fingers tighten against my chest as I push my hand down and rub a finger up her slit, over her panties.
The jeans are too tight so I quickly pull back and useboth hands to yank her jeans down. She lifts her feet one at a time, and I take a few extra seconds to fold them and place them on the edge of my jacket so they don’t get wet in the snow.
My hand finds its way back to her pussy, and I groan. “Much better.”
I slowly run my fingers up and down ever so lightly as I kiss her, and she whimpers my name. “Grant, I need more.”
“Tell me what you want, Rosie.”
She shakes her head.
“Mmm, you’re shy in bed, are you?” she shrugs, ducking her head to place her forehead against my chest as I chuckle.
I grab the bottom of her sweater and t-shirt and yank it over her head, adding it to the pile with her jeans.
She shivers and I quickly remove my own shirt as I tell her, “Lie down.”
She does as asked, and as I gaze down at her laying there, surrounded by snow in only her panties and bra, my dick jerks against my pants, straining for release.
I kneel down, straddling one of her legs and run a hand up her stomach until I’m squeezing one of her breasts. “I need you to tell me how far I can take this, Rosie.” I lean down and kiss her briefly before pulling back a few inches.
My hand finds its way down her body and into her panties. The wetness I find there makes my eyes roll as I groan in approval.
“Do you want me to make you come on my fingers?” I lean down and suck gently on her neck before pulling back to watch her again. “Or would you rather come on my tongue?”
Her hips buck against my hand and I smirk. “Or… do you want me to fuck this sweet little pussy with my aching cock.”
“Yes!” She cries out desperately the second I say the word.
“Fuck, yes,” I mumble in relief as I undo my jeans and shrugthem and my boxers off, leaving me completely naked as I kneel over her.
Her eyes drop down to where I’m stroking my hard cock, and her eyes widen in shock. “Holy shit, you’re huge!”
I grin happily. “You sure know how to help a guy's ego,” I whisper as I lean back down over her.
“As if your ego needed any help,” she whispers before wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling my lips to hers.
I rub myself through her folds, lubing myself up on her juices and bumping my head against her clit on each thrust.
She cries into my mouth as her hips try to thrust against me. Eventually I tilt my head to look between us as I line myself up, I press just the tip in then look up at her. “Ready?”
She nods eagerly, and I watch her as I slowly press inside. She gasps as I groan.
“You’re so tight, Rosie.”
“Grant!” she cries, her fingernails digging into my back. “More!” I push in further before pulling back an inch then pushing all the way in.
