Page 74 of A Very Snowed In New Year
She undoes my jeans, and I help her remove them.
I manage to take off my shirt too, because fuck this shirt.
“You’re so hard already!” she says from between my legs, not in some porny way—it’s just pure delight and surprise.
That. Just that. I’m so turned on.
I lean back in the chair, head tilted up, the down-filled comforter resting over my face. I grip the arms of the chair. And I feel Piper leaning in. My cock drags against her skin, bounces between her tits as she kisses my abs, my chest, my abs again. She sends shivers down my spine by trailing her fingers up the inside of my thighs.
“Is that good?” she asks, genuinely inquisitive.
“Yeah, baby. It’s so good.”
She strokes my cock really gently. Licks up the shaft, lapping at first, base to tip, and then, flattening her tongue, she bathes it with her saliva. Like she’s trying to cover as much of the surface as possible. And then she grips the base with both hands and carefully sucks the tip as she moves her hands up and down and around, so slowly.
After years of receiving either obligatory or performative blow jobs from women, I can barely handle this woman exploring me with her mouth and her hands and her tongue. Generously. Like she’s actually giving me something.
It’s so hot under this comforter already. I never want to leave this erotic cocoon, but I also want to breathe. And fuck her. I sayher name, or I try to. It comes out like a groan or a growl or a plaintive wail.
“Are you okay?” Piper’s mouth and tongue are no longer on my cock, which is sad, but she’s still holding it, which is wonderful. “Where’s the condom I gave you?” she asks, like she’s talking to a little kid she’s babysitting.
I feel around the cushion by my leg and produce it for her. There’s a sudden rush of cool air when she stands up. The refreshing slap in the face I needed. “C’mere,” I say to her, reaching out to cup the back of her head and bring her in for a kiss that is so inadequate at thanking her for what she just did and praising her for how she did it. “You made me feel really good,” I say when I pull away.
“Really?”
Again, I can only express myself with a groan.
She opens the package and kneels between my legs again. The comforter covers my face again. I hold it up over her. “I’ll put it on you, okay?”
I nod and try to watch her, even though it’s dark and her hair is in the way. I have a terrible feeling I’ll always want to be able to see and feel and hear her and I’ll always be thinking about tasting and smelling her and just thinking about her. It’s not that terrible, actually. I have someone to want now. I’m twenty-five and I know who I want.
I suppose it’s possible that this snowstorm and this cabin and this firelight and this white comforter-cocoon could cast a spell on me in the same way if it wasn’t Piper who was in here with me. But I doubt it. I found her journal, I found my way to her eventually, she shared something even more special with me, and I don’t think it’s crazy to believe that this is the woman I’ll be sharing everything I have with for the rest of my life. It’s still more believable than all of those movies she loves.
I think this was meant to be.
We were always going to connect, in the same way that Piper is slowly, patiently, trying to connect with me right now. Lowering herself down onto me as I hold myself steady for her. It’s just the crackling fire and her sighs and gasps as she sinks down, down, down, and my grunts and groans filling the room. And it’s just me filling her.
She’s straddling me, and she is finally, finally still when she has taken me in as far as she can. When she’s ready to move, she moves. The comforter is wrapped around our shoulders and we’re staring at each other in the warm glow of the fire, and it’s intense but it also isn’t. I’m gripping her waist, and she’s leaning back, resting her hands above my knees. It’s comfortable but tense, and I’m just waiting for that moment that I know is coming.
When Piper’s breaths get louder and faster and more ragged. When her hips start to rock and gyrate with more confidence and determination. When there are sudden jerks and tremors. When my fingernails scrape down her back, ever so lightly, thrilling her in a way that she didn’t know she could be thrilled. When I spank her ass just once and she responds with a shudder and a sharp squeeze and an explosive surge of movement. When I fist her hair and her neck arches back and she loops her arms around my neck and I thrust up and up and up and then sit back and let her ride me until we both come. Holding onto each other so tight.
It’s too much and not enough and exactly right.
The sexiest kind of surprise, under a cloak of comfort.
I can feel her breaths on my upper back. Other than that, it’s so quiet, I swear I can hear the snow falling outside. She kisses me. All over my face. And I kiss her mouth and then I clean myself up in the bathroom. It’s getting cold, but I walk to the kitchen, naked, to get us a glass of water.
She gulps it down, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and then says, “What time is it?!”
I find my phone and tell her, “It’s after midnight.”
We both look over at the big screen TV, which isn’t on, because there’s no power. There’s no one around outside with noisemakers, no one yelling or singing. It’s just us. And that’s perfect.
Piper arranges the comforter on the armchair and gets up so I can sit in it, and she sits on my lap again, facing the fire, and we cover ourselves up.
I feel the need to sing to her, softly. “Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind. Should auld acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne.” I kiss her cheek. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop kissing her.“Happy New Year, Piper.”
“Happy New Year, Holden… Somewhere over Times Square, there’s a piece of confetti paper with the wordsI meet HEA face-to-face, and he figures out it’s me he’s been texting withfloating down from the sky.”
