Page 65 of Holiday Unscripted
I move my leg over him, gripping him in my hand, and positioning him right under me before I slide down his cock. His hands go to my hips, as my hands go beside his head on the pillow. “It’s so good,” I moan as I move up and down his cock.
His head moves up off the pillow to catch one of my nipples that are moving over his mouth. He sucks one nipple in his mouth before moving to the other one. The only sound in the room is of us breathing as I ride his cock, his hips moving up to meet mine when I slide down. “More.” I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of his cock in me and his mouth biting my nipple. I grip the pillow by his head. “More.” I slam down on him as hard as I can.
“Want me to give you more?” he asks, and all I can do is moan as he wraps an arm around my waist, and in the blink of an eye, his cock is buried to the hilt inside me as he flips me to my back. “I’ll give you more,” he hisses between clenched teeth, pulling out of me and then slamming into me.
“Harder.” I pull my legs back to get him to go as deep as he can, and does he ever. He slams into me over and over again, pushing me to the brink of orgasm.
His forehead is on mine. “I’m almost there,” he says. I arch my back as I open my eyes, right before I jump off that cliff and everything inside me shivers. “There it is,” he hisses as my legs wrap around his waist. He plants himself all the way in me and buries his face in my neck. “Fuck.” I wrap all my limbs around him as he collapses on me.
“That we just did,” I joke, silently laughing as he gives me soft kisses.
“Good morning,” he mumbles before he slides out of me and falls to the side on his back. “Now that is a good fucking wake-up call.”
I turn on my side. “Figured I should return the favor since that is how I woke up yesterday morning.” He looks over at me, his eyes a light green and so warm, all you need is for him to look at you and you know you’ll be okay. He’ll settle all the insecurities you might have.
“Thank you for that,” he says.
I get up on my elbow and look out the window. “I think it stopped snowing.”
“I should hope so”—he gets up off the bed—“it snowed all day yesterday.” He walks toward the bathroom as I watch his ass disappear. Then I get off the bed, searching the floor for the pj’s I started to wear to bed but got ripped off me as soon as the lights went off.
I grab the shorts and tank top before walking to the door and opening it. Whiskey is sitting outside the door, looking up at me with a look that says, “it’s about time” and “how could you lock me out of the room?” “Good morning, boy,” I say as he gets up and circles around my legs and then steps into the room looking for Nate, who is in the bathroom. He hears the water running but then looks at me when I say, “Want to go outside?”
I walk down the step with him following beside me as I turn and head toward the back door. The snow is piled up in the back and you can see exactly where Whiskey played yesterday while we tried to shovel him a path. He couldn’t care less and kept jumping into the snow and then back again.
Letting him out and starting the coffee, I head over to the living room to turn on the lights on the tree. Something I did also when I got up yesterday. Snow was still falling when we woke up yesterday and all day long. The message to everyone was if you could stay in, stay in, so we did. We made breakfast and then lounged on the couch to watch a movie, which ended up with us having sex. We lounged around all day long, either having sex or laughing when we would remember old stories about each other.
By mid-afternoon the snow had trickled off and everyone was going to gather at my parents’ house, but we opted to just stay in. It felt like neither of us wanted to let the outside into this thing that was going on between us.
I’m making the coffees when I hear him coming down the steps. I feel him before I have a chance to look over my shoulder at him. One hand is by my side, the other hand sliding against my stomach, he buries his face in my neck as he pulls me against his chest. “Just in time to let in Whiskey.” I move my head to the side, giving him access to my neck.
“Got it.” I watch him over my shoulder, going to the back door and letting him in.
“Good morning,” I hear him tell Whiskey and then hear the sound of him tapping his side. “Go get your grub,” he adds. “I’m going to check the front.” He walks to the front. “Snowplows finally passed,” he announces as he walks into the kitchen, “which means we can finally get out of here.”
I don’t know why it bothers me when he says that, but it does. “Great.” I turn around and hand him his cup of coffee before sitting on the stool I’ve sat in ever since the first morning. “Do you want to make breakfast today?” I ask him and he leans against the counter.
“I could eat.” He shrugs. “What’s your favorite breakfast meal?”
“I don’t really eat breakfast.” I take a sip of my coffee. “I get off at eight a.m., and by the time I get home it’s middle of the morning and I’m exhausted, so I usually just heat up some leftover food from the morning before.” I laugh. “I sometimes grab a breakfast bar.”
“Well, let’s pretend you worked a normal nine-to-five job,” he says. I don’t know why I have this need to get up and go to him and have this conversation with my arms around his waist and my head against his chest.
“Okay, let’s pretend.” I smile at him. “I would probably have some pancakes and scrambled eggs, maybe some breakfast sausage.”
“Done,” he states, walking over to the fridge. “We have everything that we need to make it.”
“I’ll help,” I offer and he shakes his head.
“You made dinner the past two nights.” He looks over his shoulder, grabbing the ingredients. “Let me make you breakfast.”
“I won’t say no to that.” I watch him mix up the pancake batter before putting the breakfast sausage in the little toaster over he has to the side.
“Have you ever thought of working regular daytime hours?” he asks me as he makes the pancakes.
“I did,” I admit to him, “but I felt when I would work during the day, I was missing out on things that happened at home.” He looks at me. “I know it’s crazy. It wasn’t like I could just be here at the drop of a hat.” The feeling of dread hits me like I just hit a brick wall. “But at least I could be in the moment. I would sleep when you guys would sleep so I felt I was semi-involved.”
“Have you thought of maybe, perhaps, that you want to just come back home?” he asks me and I shake my head.
