Page 37 of Merry on the Mountain
Her lips skim mine, parting when I drag my tongue against their seam. I pull back once our tongues just barely touch each other, regardless of the herculean effort it takes. For the briefest second she looks irritated, but her smile returns as I back her toward the stone bench someone must have etched out long ago. Right as she’s about to sit, I wrap my arm around her waist and turn us.
She wastes no time once I’ve sat to straddle my lap. This time when she kisses me, I let her take the lead. Her fingers slips into the hair at the nape of my neck as her tongue glides along mine. The kiss is so deep and sensual that my dick jerks between us. She reaches down and wraps her fist around it, slowly giving a few pumps.
My heart rate increases as she teases me by notching the crown at her entrance but doesn’t slide down. Her hardened nipples brush my chest as she rocks back and forth, teasing herself with the tip of my cock. I want to offer a teasing sensation of my own, so I reach over and grab a handful of snow.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she drags kisses up and down the column of my neck.
I shape the snow into a ball and lean back along the edge of the spring. “Stand up.”
“Why?” She leans back, looking at me skeptically.
“Because I want to show you something. You’ll like it, I promise.”
“It’s cold.”
“I’ll warm you up. I promise.”
She hesitantly slides off my lap and stands before me. Water sluices down her body as steam drifts off her exposed skin. I wrap my hand around her hip and pull her a little closer to me.
She watches me lift the snowball to her piqued nipple and gasps as I use it to circle the peak. Icy water drips from my hand onto her breast. I watch with deep, aching desire pounding within me as goosebumps ripple across her flesh. As I switch the snowball to the other side, I cover her cold, tight bud with my mouth.
“Fuck.” She arches against me, offering her tits to me. “I need you,” she moans. “Drew. Inside me.”
I bite down on her nipple. “Say please.”
“Please, please.”
Her body trembles as I slip two fingers inside her slippery, wet heat. We might be in a hot spring, but her body is both wetter and hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve learned her body as well as I know my own now, so I hook my fingers inside her. She gasps as I hit the spot along her front wall that makes her go fucking feral for more.
Just as I wanted, she reaches down and pulls my hand away. I give her the control she needs to drop down on top of my cock. Once she’s fully seated over me, I drop the snowball into the water and grab her hips.
She rocks against me, dragging her slick channel along length until I feel like I’m going to blow. She hasn’t come yet, and that has to happen before I do. I could never look myself in the mirror if I took my pleasure before she did.
I grip her tightly, holding her in place as I fuck up into her. Water sloshes all around us, waves crashing over the edge of the spring and onto the stone surrounding it. Our eyes lock as I feel the first squeeze of her pussy around me. She never looks away as she comes, her lips parted in exquisite pleasure. My release comes quickly after hers. Pulse after pulse fills her until we’re both spent, and she drops her forehead to my shoulder.
“I needed that,” she whispers as our heart rates slow.
“We both did.”
CHAPTER 14
WILLA
I haven’t hadthis much fun sneaking around since high school. Every chance Drew gets when I’m over at his house to pull me into a dark corner, he takes with no hesitation. It’s fun and exciting, which is what worries me. How can something that feels so natural and yet so fun, be sustainable?
Why am I even worrying about whether or not it’s sustainable?
In a few weeks my van will be fixed, and I’ll be back at the campground and in my normal routine with Maya. Having a bigger space to live in the past month or so has spoiled me to the point of wondering whether I even want to go back to full-time van living. Not to mention cooking in a full-size kitchen.
To top off all my conflicting feelings, I don’t even feel restricted by this change in life. Any other time I’ve been forced into one place, I’ve felt a gnawing restlessness grow inside me. This time? Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
What does it even mean? Is it because I enjoy Drew and Izzy so much that they dull the need to be able to run at a moment’s notice? Or am I just changing in general?
In any case it’s time to go next door and have our little Christmas party. I’m in the red and white fair isle print pajamas that Izzy picked out for us to all wear. She asked me to put her hair in dutch braids like mine, so I know that will be first on our agenda. I grab the bag of cookie baking and decorating supplies and walk out the front door.
Izzy’s first to the front door, as usual. She looks absolutely adorable in her PJs. Drew takes the bag from me as she wraps herself around my waist in the tightest hug she could give.
“You ready to have a fun day, Izzy?” I run my hand over her silky, dark curls.
