Page 26 of Mountain Man's Naughty Elf
When I felt her beginning to tighten around me, I slipped a hand between us again, finding her clit. She was so sensitive from her previous orgasms that she nearly levitated off my lap at the first touch.
"Too much?" I asked, ready to pull back.
"No, don't stop," she gasped. "I'm so close."
I circled her clit with my middle finger, feeling it swell further under my touch. Her movements became erratic, desperate, as she chased her release. I could feel my own building, the familiar tightening at the base of my spine.
"Come with me," she urged, her eyes finding mine, holding my gaze as we raced toward the edge together.
Her orgasm triggered mine, her inner walls clamping down on my cock as I thrust up into her one final time. I came witha hoarse shout, emptying myself inside her as she shuddered in my arms, her face lost in pleasure.
We clung to each other as the aftershocks subsided, her forehead pressed against mine, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Neither of us seemed inclined to move, to break the connection between us.
Finally, the chill in the air became too much to ignore. I helped her off my lap, both of us wincing slightly at the separation.
"We should go inside," I said, noticing the goosebumps on her arms. "Before you catch cold."
"Mmm, in a minute." She settled beside me, nestling under my arm, her head on my shoulder. "It's too beautiful out here."
She was right. The forest around us was a winter wonderland, the only sounds the bubbling of the hot tub jets and the occasional distant crack of a snow-heavy branch.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"For what?"
"For sharing this with me. For..." she gestured vaguely, "everything."
I tightened my arm around her, pulling her closer. "I should be thanking you."
She tilted her head to look up at me. "For what?"
I considered my answer carefully. "For bringing a little light back into my life," I said finally, the admission feeling like jumping without a parachute.
Her smile was softer than I'd seen before, something tender in it that made my chest ache. She pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder, then settled back against me.
We stayed that way until the snow picked up again, forcing us inside. After a quick shower to rinse off the chlorine—together, naturally, which led to more exploration but no further completion—we moved to the living room. Pepper rummagedthrough my kitchen, insisting on making a late lunch while I built up the fire.
The day passed in a comfortable haze—talking, eating, touching. As darkness fell outside, we found ourselves back in my bed, Pepper curled against my side, her head on my chest.
"I should have been sleeping on the couch last night," I said, running my fingers through her hair.
"Mmm, terrible idea," she murmured, nestling closer. "This is much better."
I couldn't argue with that. With her warm weight pressed against me, the scent of her hair filling my lungs, I felt more content than I had in years.
As we drifted toward sleep, my gaze caught on the mistletoe, still lying on the floor where it had fallen. Maybe this Christmas spirit thing wasn't complete bullshit after all.
