Page 21 of One Snowy Seduction
They ate and talked for what seemed like hours and Kendrick felt like no time had passed between them. Certainly not nine years. Their conversation was so easy. Her excitement so evident in the light of her eyes as she talked and the way her hands moved when she acted out some of the scenarios in the game. That robe just didn’t cooperate, moving about so that at one point his gaze dropped to her bare shoulder, then back to her mouth as she continued to speak. The side where the material had slid off her shoulder, only traveled further until the skin at the rise of her breast—that part that he knew to be soft to the touch and tongue—was on display.
Teesha continued to talk and he managed to participate in the conversation, telling the desire building inside him that they had time. They had tonight, one more whole day and one more night together here. He didn’t want to waste one moment of it.
“I can’t wait to start pitching it,” she said finally and lay back against the pillows across from him.
He’d been lying on his side, his elbow propped up on the pillows to support his upper body weight as he watched her. “I bet it’s fantastic,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve only gotten better over the years, but really you were so good back then. I used to watch you work and then look at your finished project in awe.”
She turned her head on the pillow and waved a hand at him playfully. “Get outta here, you were the best. That’s why you got the internship.”
That was the last thing he wanted to talk about and instead of saying that, he reached over to the charcuterie board and grabbed one of the strawberries. Leaning over, he held the fruit just above her lips. When she opened her mouth to receive it, he pulled it away. She giggled and swiped at his arm.
Damn, he loved her smile. He could watch her grin all day. He put the fruit near her lips again. This time, she extended her tongue to touch the tip of the berry and he lost his breath. His dick hardened instantly at the sight of her pink tongue touching the very red fruit. Lowering the fruit a little more he watched that tongue twirl around the bottom portion of it, recalling her tongue doing the same thing to the tip of his dick.
“Oh, you got games tonight,” he said, his voice going husky with desire.
“You started it,” she said and then bit into the strawberry.
It was a big one and juice dripped over her lips as she chewed. When her tongue darted out to swipe the droplets away, Kendrick moved in, touching his tongue to hers and then to her lips to lick the sweet juice. The kiss came naturally, their tongues tangling, the berry flavor easing into his mouth. He knew he’d love strawberries forever now. Especially when she broke the kiss and eased off the bed to remove the charcuterie board.
Knowing exactly where this was heading, he dropped the other half of the strawberry he’d still been holding into the trash can beside the bed. Then he reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand and pulled one out.
“Lay back,” she told him as she removed the robe and climbed back onto the bed.
He opened the condom packet, smoothed the latex down his length and then did as he was told. As he lay on the bed he watched as she lifted a leg to straddle him. She looked like a goddess. Her hair flowing past her shoulders and down her back, breasts high and plump, nipples already hard.
“You stay ready for me,” she said clasping her fingers around the base of his dick.
Kendrick shook his head and moaned as she touched the tip to the entrance of her pussy. She was warm and wet, and he groaned, mumbling her name. “I stay needing you.”
She eased down onto his length, taking her good ‘ole sweet time. “You got me, baby,” she whispered, her breath hitching on that last word. “At least for another day.”
He didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to consider the possibility of him never seeing her again after this trip. Since the first night when he’d been buried balls deep inside of her, he’d been thinking about the reality of them both going their separate ways after this trip. And he hated it.
Gripping her hips, he lifted his to thrust the last inches of his dick into her without delay. She gasped and arched her back, her head tilting as she stared down at him.
“I didn’t know how much I needed this,” she whispered. “How good this would be.”
She set the pace, circling her hips, lifting slightly, then easing down onto him again. Kendrick followed, matching her thrusts and circles, loving the easy friction they created. “It is good, baby. It’s so damn good.”
So good he didn’t want it to end. Not right now and certainly not on the 31stwhen they were scheduled to check out. He couldn’t lose her. He knew that now without a doubt. And as she worked his dick, pulling every moan and curse from him before shattering into a million pieces with her release, he knew he had to do something to keep her.
“I don’t wanna come, baby. I don’t.” Because that would end this interlude for the moment. But not forever. As his release ignored his declaration and burst free, leaving him moaning deep and holding her tightly to him he knew what he was going to do. He knew how he was going to keep Teesha with him.
* * *
On her last full day in Méribel, Teesha glided down the mountainside feeling the brisk air against her cheeks. A grin spread across her face as exhilaration poured through her body. Were her legs, arms and back sore from a combination of skiing and all the sex she and Kendrick had been having this past week? Hell yes! Did she care? Absolutely not!
If this was how Christmas vacations played out, then she never wanted to go back to the family dinner she’d been used to all her life. Each year, she wanted this feeling—this freedom and power to do any and all the things she wanted. All the things that would make her happy.
She came to a stop at the bottom of the slope and stuck her poles into the snow. Looking around she noted how beautiful the tall, snow-kissed trees were. Majestic and pure they marched up the mountainside casting just the right amount of color amidst the pristine white. Above, the sky was a sparkling blue, with the faintest hint of clouds on the horizon. She inhaled deeply and released the breath slowly. This had been the best week she’d had in a very long time and she wondered if it would’ve been the same had their reservations not gotten mixed up.
“Okay, speedy. You whisked right past me,” Kendrick said as he came to a stop a couple feet from where she stood. “I didn’t know we were racing.”
She glanced over in his direction. “We weren’t,” she replied. “I was just enjoying the ride.”
He looked, as he always seemed to look, really good in all black ski gear and yellow-tinted ski goggles. That meant she couldn’t see his eyes, but she didn’t have to, they were most likely smiling just like his huge grin. So much of this week had been spent noting Kendrick’s smile and his eyes, the timbre of his voice and the feel of his hands. All things she’d never paid that much attention to when they were in college. But they weren’t in school anymore and they certainly weren’t just friends. That ship had sailed somewhere around the time he’d licked her pussy until she came so hard, she barely recalled her own name.
“You’re really good on the slopes,” he said, making his way over to her. It was a clunky trek, considering the long skis he had to maneuver, but eventually, he was standing right beside her, their skis aligned as if they were about to race officially.
