Page 31 of Frosty Felicity
His balls slapped against her pussy as he drove deeper into her forest, nearing his destination. She clawed at his shoulders, breaking the skin as her orgasm went from creeping to an all-out sprint. Their voices climbed over one another’s until they were screaming at the same time, releasing themselves, slowing and crawling in the lights and shadows of lust, until they were rested in the lap of euphoria. Their breathing harsh, bodies slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling almost in sync, they lay together. No words were shared as Enrique Iglesias’ ‘Hero’ played out. She was almost asleep when she felt light kisses against her face. She smiled against his tight embrace. They looked one another in the eyes, and her heart cracked. A tiny opening appeared. No, she couldn’t see it, but she could definitely feel it.
He intertwined their fingers, kissed her shoulder, and told her she was spending the night. End of discussion. Then, he was gone. She sat up and stretched, and when he returned, he was holding two glasses of wine. They sat side by side, listening to music, talking for a bit and drinking. Before a good ten minutes had passed, she was on all fours, being pounded mercilessly from behind.
“Shit!” She pressed her palm against the headboard as he yanked on her shoulder, shoving himself inside her with reckless plunges. She backed into his thrusts, feeling the intense impact until she shook with greed for more. “DEEPER! HARDER!”
She regretted that request as soon as it left her mouth…
Brett pushed her down flat onto the bed, pushed her legs wide open, then burrowed his face against hers. Stretching her arms high, he intertwined their fingers, then beat the living shit out of her pussy. The bed made the strangest noises as he fucked her until she was mere stardust beneath his wings…
She struck the mattress like a wrestler calling it quits, but the back-to-back orgasms made all of her attempts rather lackluster. She ached all over, and yet, she couldn’t stop begging and demanding more.
“You want more?!” he roared. “I can go all fuckin’ night! Literally!” She loved his pun, but she was simply too exhausted to fight the bastard. Her body had broken. Her fighting spirit had broken. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure, her mind on fire with desires…
“You win,” she muttered at his laughter.
He jerked out of her dripping wet cocoon, slapped her ass, took a gulp of his wine before sliding off the bed.
Oh, sweet surrender stunk to the high heavens.
“I’ll be right back,” he announced, leaving the bedroom.
He returned this time with cookies. Who brings cookies to bed after fucking?! Apparently, Officer Brett Mason.
Soon, they were sharing stories, drinking wine, eating cookies, getting crumbs in the bed, and teasing each other. Laughing and joking with one another.
“She did not!”
“Yes, she did. My mother was somethin’ else.” He chortled, then took a sip of his wine before putting it down on the nightstand. They drew quiet for a bit, after which burst out laughing again. She felt high. Giddy.
But her smile slowly faded when another thought came to the forefront of her mind.
I actually want this to go somewhere. I want it to work. I’m afraid it won’t… My relationships never do. Well, the ones that I want to work out never seem to, that is.
“Brett, what is it that you like about me?”
He cocked his head to the side and played with her hair. Scratching his jaw, he looked off into space.
“I like how free you are. I like how different you are from me.”
“How so?”
“You’re… unique. Unpredictable. I never know what you’re about to say, but when you speak, it makes sense. It’s kinda hard to explain, but I’ve never met anyone like you. You have common sense. A lot of it. You’re hilarious, and you roll with the punches. Like how you handled the squirrel battery situation…” Of course, she knew he was talking about the toy rabbit, too. “It just seems, I don’t know, you don’t respond to things in a way that’s expected.
“There’s a child-like wonder about you, but also a sophisticated maturity. Even with the way you dress when we go out. The way you walk. The way you talk. The words you use and how your body sways and moves. You’re pure elegance.” Her face warmed from the impact of his words. “You’re so damn smart, too. It’s a really big turn on.”
His icy blue eyes grew wide, sincerity dripping off his words. “I don’t want to scare you away or anything,” he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, “but I think this might really go somewhere… if that’s what you want. You know, for it to go somewhere.” He waved his hand about. “I’m past the stage of havin’ casual sex.” She nodded in agreement. “We already discussed that weeks ago.”
“Yeah, I told you I was past that stage, too.”
“So, at this point in my life, I want someone to settle down with. I want someone who wants to be a family. Not necessarily kids—but me and my lady. Hell, we can get a dog.”
She laughed at that.
“I like dogs.”
“Me too.”
They sat there, holding hands as the music played, and a half-eaten bag of chocolate chip cookies set between them.
