Page 2 of Snow Good to Lose
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” I growled into her ear. I gripped her neck and kissed her.
She groaned into my mouth as I pounded into her. I never lasted long the first time, but I made it count.
“Fuck,” I groaned and plunged my tongue into her mouth. I felt her orgasm at the tip of my cock. It exploded, and she clamped down on me and held tight.She threw her head back and arched into me, moaning and digging her nails into my flesh.
My hips rocked on their own, sustaining her orgasm and holding my own out of reach.
Amari tilted her pelvis. I pushed into her and groaned. The sensation overwhelmed my senses. The pressure was painful and so fucking good. I grunted, my entire body stiffening as the pain turned to immeasurable pleasure. I grunted and threw my head back as my cock released.
I collapsed on top of her. My princess trailed her nails down my back and held me until I stopped shaking. The way she took care of me . . . I didn’t deserve it.
Her fingers ran through my hair.
Her pussy gripped me and held me inside of her, not ready to break the connection. When feeling returned to my limbs, the roles reversed. I took care of her. I shifted to my side.
“I am sure you have our day all planned out.” I held her to me and rolled onto my back. “Lay it on me.” The breeze snuck through the open window. She shivered. I pulled the sheets up and tucked her in.
“I thought we’d sleep in.” She laid her cheek on my chest. Her eyelashes tickled me when she blinked. “Then, you can make me breakfast and serve me in bed.”
“Why am I making you breakfast in bed?” I ran a few of her braids through my fingers.
“I made you breakfast in bed last week.”
“So, princess is keeping score.” She pinched me. “Ouch.” I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my throbbing nipple.
She giggled.
“Okay.” Our fingers intertwined. “I’ll make you breakfast. What else?”
“A swim. We can go fishing on the raft.” She kissed my chest. “Catch something for dinner.”
“We training before or after our swim?”
Amari lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest.
“Can’t we take one day off?” She frowned. “It won’t kill us.”
“It might.” I squeezed her hand.
“You don’t think people are still looking for us.” She narrowed her eyes. “We’ve been dead for over two years.” She had nightmares about being buried alive in a pile of snow. She’d wake up in a cold sweat and I'd hold her until she fell back to sleep.“I figured once we left America, we were safe.”
The journey from Canada to Costa Rica took a year, traveling by car, plane, boat, and train. We stayed in Costa Rica because it was easy to blend in and enjoy the laid-back life, but I never relaxed. We were never safe.
“Laziness leads to complacency.” I ran my hand up and down her back.
She laid her head back down.
“Hey, Mari, look at me.” She lifted her head again. “I have to know that when I’m not around you can take care of yourself.”
She rolled her eyes.
I pulled her hair.
“Ouch.” She swiped my hand away and rolled off of me.
“Don’t be a brat.” I followed and pinned her beneath me. “Look at me.”
She spread her legs to accommodate me, but her head fell to the side. Her arms laid at her side, palms up in surrender.
