Page 20 of Snowed In With the Snow Queen
“Excellent, then we don’t have to kick him out. My knees are going to hate me later,” he says.
I’m about to ask him “for what” when he kneels down beside the bed and moves my legs over to rest on his shoulders. His tongue is on me immediately, moving, exploring until he finds what he’s looking for.
There are definitely more benefits to having a man like Randy, it seems. As I run my hands across his scalp, he takes directions like it’s his job–moving, speeding up, and slowing down without hesitation.
It’s absolutely freezing in the room, but my brain is in a completely different place as Randy works me with his tongue. I’m grateful for the broad shoulders he has in his human form. Having a place to rest my legs as he sucks and licks and nips until I’m clinging to his face is essential if this is going to be a regular occurrence. That or I’ll have to build up more core strength.
“Randy, don’t stop,” I beg, as his tongue finds the absolute perfect spot. I lift my lower body to meet him and he pulls me closer, his fingers digging gently into my thighs until I don’t think I can take any more. My body shakes with the orgasm as it peaks, pleasure washing over me until I have to remind myself to breathe. “Randy, I can’t–” Randy keeps going until I push him away. He chuckles as he kisses my thigh and slowly stands up with a groan.
Even with my eyes adjusting to the dark, he’s still just an outline. I reach out my hand to him and he takes it. “Are you exhausted now, or…?”
He laughs, “As if that’s a real question.” I tug on his hand, until he gets the hint and lays down beside me, his cock hard against my thigh. I scoot back on the ice cold sheets and he follows, kneeling between my legs. “Soojin… you sure you’re okay with this?”
I wrap my legs around him and pull him close, grabbing his cock and lining it up, so that he has to hold himself back not to enter me. “I think you did a very good job of getting me ready for this.” I tell him as he presses into me at last.
There is no anxiety, no panic as he builds up his rhythm, rocking into me as I run my hands over his very human back. I can’t keep my head in it to chase another orgasm, but I can keep my mind on him–his scent, his gentleness, his desire to please me.
It may be awhile before I can truly let go and enjoy this again like I used to, but the safety I feel here in his arms is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It brings tears of relief to my eyes. Over me, his muscles grow taut and his whole body stiffens as he reaches his release. He rests his head against my shoulder for a long moment before pulling me close.
His fingers accidentally brush against my face, and I know I’ve been caught. The soft pad of his thumb runs under my eye, collecting the tears that have fallen there.
“Soojin,” he says softly, his voice full of concern. “Are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
“It’s not bad crying,” I sniff, now that I’ve been called out.
He huffs a laugh. “Then what is it?”
“Relieved crying?”
“Relieved crying? Like thank God, Randy doesn’t have a weird mole or…”
I don’t have the words to explain it right now. Maybe one day. “Just relieved.” I kiss him again and squeeze him tight. “It’s freezing in here. We’re going to turn into popsicles. Do you think we could move the mattress next to the fire?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind pissing off Chewpawca.”
“I’ll bribe him later when the restaurant’s back up and running. No animal I’ve ever met would turn down a plate of bulgogi.”
Randy stands up with another groan and then offers me a hand. He pulls me to him, as if I’m something precious, and kisses the top of my head. “Come on, then, let’s get you warmed up.”
Epilogue
Randy
Spring is ever so slowly coming to Black Raven County. Now that I get to spend most of my days outdoors, it’s easier to recognize its approach. The birds are coming back. They wake me in the morning and fill the bare trees that are suddenly sprouting an abundance of bright green leaves.
I kiss Soojin before I roll out of bed, careful not to wake her, and head out to get the day started. I get coffee started for her, feed Chewpawca, and shift before I head outside. My first stop is always the barn.
Every morning, the pig family and their pet capybara are waiting for me to roll open the big door so they can go off on whatever adventures they get to during the day. They don’t bother the horses, and they aren’t messy, so I don’t mind them making this their winter home. They picked up on my schedule fairly quickly, and now come back every evening as I’m settling the horses in for the night.
Next, I release Grace and Ramona so they can run the pastures while I clean their stalls. They aren’t bonded like the pig family, but they’re more friends than rivals these days. Grace has slowlysoftened to the younger horse and now they run the pastures together.
Along with everything I do on the ranch, I’ve been working on a few projects now that I have time. With the financial help of the pack, I’ve got a small house started for Zane and Alyssa, close to the barn, so they can finally be near Ramona. We all spend our weekends on it to cut down on costs. If all goes well, it should be done by summer and Zelda can get her house back.
And, even though I haven’t brought it up to her yet, I have a place already picked out for Soojin and me to build. It’s far back among the trees, far from the road, but close to where we laid Robert to rest. For now, though, we live mostly here in the cabin.
After the horses are fed, I drive around, checking on the cattle; making sure there’s enough hay and water, that the babies are holding up during their first cold season, that the mamas are healthy enough to care for their offspring, that the bull is keeping an eye on it all.
It’s repetitive and quiet and slow. It’s definitely a complete shift from my life before retirement, but I like to think I’m adapting pretty well. When I get antsy, Soojin always has something for me to do at the restaurant, so I’m getting by.
