Page 36 of Connected By Christmas
“Travis…” Her whimper is music to my ears and only fuels me.
I slide my hand down her stomach and find her soaking for me as I run my fingers through her center.
“Mmmm. I think this pussy is very much wanting my touch.” I rub my palm roughly over her swollen clit, and her hips involuntary arch wanting more. I tease her without giving her what she wants, wanting to drive her wild with need. The familiar place where only she can take me..when you want something so desperately that you feel you will die if you don’t get it.
“Now…” she rasps out, rubbing her ass against me and making me throb painfully. “I need you to fuck me now…please.” The last word sends a wave of pleasure straight to my core. I spin us around so she’s facing the window.
“Put your hands on the glass,” I say, more roughly than I intended, but there’s no stopping the animal inside of me that wants to come out and devour her. Pressing on her back, I lower her to where I want her. My hand glides across sweat-soaked skin that’s forming on both of our bodies. Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue up her spine, enjoying the taste of the salt on her body.
She wiggles under me and pushes her backside against my dick. She’s running out of patience, and so am I.
“Hang on, wildcat. This might get rough.” I dig my fingers into her hip, and she looks back at me with hooded eyes.
“Give me all of you, Travis. I can take it…I want it.”
Her words are all it takes for me to be buried deep inside on our next breath.
“Fuck…” I moan when I feel her warmth surround me. She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I knew the first time I was inside her that I was getting a glimpse of heaven for the first time in my life. She’s easily become my addiction, and every thought I have is on my next fix of her.
I pull out and go harder, wanting her to feel me in every inch of her body. Her loud moans tell me I’m right where she wants me to be.
I keep a firm grip on her hips to keep her safe from the window as I fill her over and over again with a force that I know she will feel hours later.
“Oh, God,” she pants as her hands splay against the glass. Sweat drips off my chest and onto her back, mixing us together. She bends further down and presses deeper into me.
“Holy fuck,” I ground out through my teeth, feeling her body start to squeeze me. This orgasm just might be the death of me. I feel my body get ready to fall, teetering on the edge of drowning in her.
“Travis,” she moans, seconds before our bodies collide into a million pieces. Her pussy pulses me so tightly that I see stars. I shoot inside her with brutal force as my body releases over and over again. I have no idea in this moment if I’m alive or dead. It’s a euphoric high as reality fades away.
I’m breathing hard as I keep my grip on her, letting her sag against the window from sheer exhaustion. We stay like this for what seems like hours, but it’s only mere minutes. When I can finally feel my body again and able to take a normal breath, I slide out and turn her toward me, wrapping my arms around her.
She sinks into me as I feel her heartbeat match mine in a steady beat.
“I think we’ve set a pretty high standard for our first fuck of the year. It’s going to be hard to top that,” she says, her voice muffled against my chest.
“You really shouldn’t have said that. I’m competitive as fuck, and I’m going to make damn sure I win this challenge,” I chuckle against her hair.
“Why do you think I said it? I knew you wouldn’t pass on the challenge. I’m looking forward to you trying to break our record,” she giggles.
I throw my head back and laugh. “God, I love you.”
I feel her grin against me. “I love you too.” Her lips touch the tattoo we share over my heart, and I do the one thing I haven’t been able to stop since I met her. I smile.
“I can’t believe I found the one thing you aren’t good at?” I laugh as my wife hangs onto me for dear life.
“People are not meant to balance on a single blade of steel,” she mutters. “And since when did you become Wayne Gretzky? How did I not know this about you? You were born in Florida,for Christ's sake, not Canada.” Her green eyes find mine when she finally finds her balance.
I grin at my worked-up wife. She does not like it when she’s not good at something. The competitive part of her is screaming right now. Today is our last day here, and I wanted to take her someplace fun. I haven’t been ice skating in years, so when I heard about this outdoor rink in the heart of their small town, I wanted to check it out.
“We still have skating rinks in Florida,” I chuckle. “Our hockey team is kicking ass this year, too, I might add. You watch all the games with me, so I know you love it just as much as I do.”
“I’ve always loved hockey. Maverick and his friends would let me watch the games with them whenever he hosted at our house. It doesn’t mean I can skate, though.” She lets go of me and starts to skate slowly toward me as I skate backward, keeping an eye on her.
“Remember the guy that saved Savi that night at the party? Miles’s best friend?” I watch her brows furrow in concentration with each movement. She’s determined to learn today. I bite back my smile at how fucking cute she is right now.
“Yeah, the one that pulled the guy off of her. I remember you telling me that.” Her eyes flick to mine before focusing on her feet again.
“Don’t look down. It will only make you more unstable.” I lift her chin to meet my eyes. “Just let the skates do the work. Skating is a lot like dancing. Try to relax your body and just feel the movement of the blades against the ice.”
