Page 62 of A Very Snowed In New Year
“Later,” I say. “I’m good.”
She takes one more sip, puts the bottle down, arranges the big vase of flowers just so, then turns around and climbs onto my lap, straddling me. Which is not what I was expecting, but I have zero complaints. “Hi,” she says.
“Hi.”
She combs her fingers through my hair, and there is nowhere else for me to put my hands other than on her ass—over the skirt. “I really like your hair and your eyebrows,” she tells me, and then she kisses me, very demurely.
“Thank you. So this is first base?”
“Yes. I mean, I know there are wildly different definitions, but you may proceed to second base.”
“Which is?”
“Hands under the shirt.”
“You got it. Second Base mode activated.” I kiss her as I slip my hands under her blouse, brushing my fingertips ever so gently across the skin just above the waistband of her skirt. On the big screen, Deputy Riley is questioning Sidney, and I question Piper silently.
Is this slow enough?I ask with my hands as I caress the warm skin of her waist. Sensing a shift in her, I pull back from her lips so I can watch her face. Her eyes are closed; she sighs. She’s sitting on my thighs between my crotch and my knees. Lowering her hands from my hair to my shoulders, she starts swaying her head and torso, ever so subtly at first. My fingers travel up her back. Her blouse is loose enough that I have room to maneuver, but I already know the answer to another question—Are you wearing a bra?The answer is no. I could tell when she walked out of the bedroom. Her nipples have been flirting with me from under this white blouse for what feels like forever, and I can finally start flirting back.
Piper’s eyes are still closed, lightly, not squeezed shut. Her head tilts back a little and then to one side, as if she’s focusing her attention, like someone trying to meditate for the first time. She isn’t tense. I can feel her body relaxing into this. The hunger she had on the phone last night, all that frantic energy she had earlier…it’s still in there somewhere, but she seems to know that she has time. Thatwehave time. And it’s not restraint so much as patience and trust, and I have no idea why that is so sexy but I want to make her feel good in a way that I never have with another girl. Not for my own ego, but for her.
My hands encircle her rib cage, and my thumbs stroke the bottom flesh of her breasts as delicately as I can. Piper exhales and places her hands behind herself, gripping my knees as she arches her back a little and opens her heavy-lidded eyes to meet mine. Inviting me to touch her more, and I accept this invitation.I cup her breasts with both hands and watch her head fall back as she sighs and slides down my thighs to my crotch, bearing down on me. I watch her eyes flutter open as she realizes how hard I am between her legs. She gasps, and I kiss her again. Her hips start rocking back and forth, and I groan into her mouth and stroke her hard little nipples. I want so fucking badly to put my mouth on them, but I will keep my hands under that blouse and massage her tits for as long as I can without losing my mind.
I’ve got over a decade more experience now than I did when I had teenage girls dry humping me in cars and on sofas when their parents were out, but this is a thousand times hotter.
She fills my hand—I can feel her swelling up as she presses herself into my palms. Kissing me deeper and deeper, her tongue is getting more confident. She is slowly becoming a goddess beneath my touch. Her breathing is heavy and womanly, but her sighs are high-pitched and it’s a song I haven’t heard before. The sound of something she’s sharing withmeand only me, and I hear it in my cock and in my soul. I break the hypnotic, very stimulating flow of massaging her tits to squeeze her hips, just once, and it triggers something amazing.
She starts grinding down on me. The friction is fantastic and terrible, and it’s a good thing I’m an actor because I’m starting to lose my cool, but I will control myself for Piper. She breaks our kiss and starts unbuttoning her blouse, struggling with the buttons. But I’ll let her handle that because I need to stroke her thighs under her skirt. “Third,” she says, breathless. “This is third, I guess? Or is this still second?”
“What are we talking about here?”
“Tops off. Kissing everywhere.”
“Yeah, good—second, third, whatever.”
She’s still struggling with the buttons. My hands slide up to her ass. She’s wearing cotton panties and I want to see her in them, but when I give her plump ass cheeks a squeeze, it elicitsa little squeal and then she gives me the most pleasant surprise ever. She tears the top of her shirt apart, exposes her full, beautiful tits, and pulls my head toward them.
I eagerly lap and suck and swirl my tongue around and flick at her nipples, and her joyful gasps and moans are the sound of a naughty angel singing. I pull apart the rest of the buttons and help to free her from her shirt. Her tits bounce around as she wriggles out of it, and they are exactly as pretty and full of life and love as she is. I just want to hold and kiss them and rub my face all over them forever and ever.
My hands explore every inch of her naked torso, and I’m aware of her watching me now, the way I was watching her before.
“Holden,” she whispers.
“You are so fucking beautiful” is all I can say. My eyesight is blurry. This is more than lust. It’s possible this ache I’m feeling isn’t just the blood rushing to my cock, it’s a full-body need tobewith this person.
She isn’t grinding down on me anymore; she’s found a slow, rocking rhythm.
My next silent question for her as my hands travel south again, under her skirt:Is your pussy ready for my fingers? Because I need to feel how wet you are.
She nods, understanding what I’m asking. “Yes. Yes.”
I rub her clit through the soaking wet fabric of her panties, and the way she shudders and catches her breath is exquisite. Just that. So responsive to my touch. It’s thrilling. I feel like a fucking god, and I still have all my clothes on. Slipping my fingers under the loose waistband of her panties, I find her so slick with arousal, my groan fills the room. “Jesus. Fuck.” She rubs her clit against my hand, and I just let her do that for a little while before slowly, slowly curling my index and middle fingers and sliding them inside her.
I watch as her mouth opens.
Her muscles tense around my fingers.
She is so warm and wet and swollen down there, and I want to be inside her. Not just my fingers and my cock and my tongue—I just want to live up in there.
