Chapter 4

chapter

four

Eli

I wake up and realize that aside from our sexy grinding and make-out session from the night before, I slept the whole time. I don't even remember the last time I got a full eight hours of sleep.

Joy is still curled up beside me, her wild curls are everywhere and I can't help but smile. What is it about this woman that drives me wild and settles me at the same time?

Kissing her last night, ringing that incredible orgasm out of her, it was perfect. I'm not really a romantic guy. I'm a grumpy divorcee who writes about murder. So, yeah, optimism isn't normally on my menu. But being around Joy, even for just these few hours has addicted me to her presence.

"Do you think it's still snowing?" her voice cuts through my thoughts.

Instinctively I hug her tighter to me. "I'm not sure. I can check. I need to look at the fire anyways." I also need to head outside to get the generator started, but seems like a shame when there's a warm body still waiting for me by the fire. I pull myself to my feet and try to casually adjust myself because...morning wood. That and sleeping next to Joy's soft curvy body is enough to give me a constant hard-on.

I throw some more logs on the fire and make sure everything is good there. Then I go to the window to look outside.

"Still snowing and it looks like it snowed all night. We won't be going anywhere for a while."

"Really?" Joy's breathless question comes from my side. Her eyes are wide while she scans the winter wonderland outside.

The snowflakes are fat, coming down the size of quarters and piling on what I'm guessing is a good thirteen inches that's already there.

"Do we have enough supplies to last that long?"

I turn to face her and she's much shorter than me. Her head comes to about my chest and I want to pull her to me, fold her into my arms. But that would be weird, right? "Yeah, we'll be fine. I'm often up here working on a book and I don't go into town for a couple of weeks."

She gives me a weak smile. "I'm sorry you're stuck with me."

"I'm not."

"You're not?"

I put a hand on her waist and pull her to me. "Not even a little bit." I want to bury my face in her neck. Hell, I want to bury my cock in her pussy. But this is all happening so fast. And no matter what I want, I don't want to push her. So I pull back to look down at her. "But I need you to know that you don't owe me anything. I'm not expecting you to sleep with me or anything. Not that I don't want that because I definitely do." Fuck, I'm messing this up. I rake my other hand through my hair and wince. "I'm probably not saying this right. I just don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable or unsafe."

She puts her hands on my chest and looks up at me. "You don't make me feel uncomfortable or afraid."

I put my other hand on her waist and then lower them both to her hips, pulling her to me. "What do I make you feel?"

"Desire."

Her brown eyes are nearly black from her blown pupils and her lips are parted, a little glossy from her tongue swiping across them. "You're single, right?" I ask because I can't help it.

A tiny crease forms between her eyebrows. "Yes. Aren't you? I wouldn't have done what we did last night if I'd thought you had someone in your life."

"I don't. I just wanted to make sure."

Her shoulders drop with her relief. "So what do I make you feel?" she asks, her voice is kinda small as if she's afraid of what I'll say.

I suck in a breath, considering my words.

Everything .

Joy makes me feel everything.

She makes me hope and think that maybe I don't have to be alone forever. She makes me want to smile and laugh. She makes me want to do and feel all the shit I haven't since Beth.

And that makes me feel a little afraid, because this feels like too much.

"I want you," I say because it's all I can manage at the moment.

Besides, if I say all that other shit out loud, it would probably scare the shit out of her. And no one writes seventeen bestsellers without knowing when to edit out the shit the audience doesn't need to know yet.

Despite that, I can't resist the urge to repeat myself. "I want you."

"Then have me."

I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back to our makeshift bed on the floor. "Warm enough?"

"Yes."

"Good, then we're going to take this off." I kneel over her and unbutton my flannel shirt revealing her creamy skin beneath. Her tits are unbelievable. Big, definitely more than enough for my large hands, with pale aureoles and pert pink tips. I groan at the sight. Then I finish removing the shirt until she's laying there in nothing but my boxer shorts.

My dick is so hard that the tent in my pajama pants is obscene. But I'll deal with him later.

I cup both of her breasts and she arches her back pressing them into my palms.

"You're beautiful." I lean down and put my mouth on her; kissing and sucking and licking first one breast and then the other.

I spend a lot of time on her tits because, well, I'm a breast man and I don't think I've ever seen a more perfect pair. She's writhing and moaning beneath my attention and her hands are grabbing at my flesh, stroking my back and gripping me tighter to her.

I kiss my way down her stomach until I reach the waistband of the boxers. I grip the elastic and peel the tight shorts off her plump hips and down her legs. I'm met with tightly trimmed brown curls just at the top of her mound, the rest of her is bare. Her pussy glistens with her arousal.

I slide my thumb between her slick folds and she whimpers in response.

"You're so wet, sweetheart." I bring my thumb up to my mouth and lick off her essence. Her flavor bursts on my tongue, sweet and tangy and uniquely her. "Fuck, you're delicious."

Without another thought I'm flat on my stomach with my face buried between her legs. With the flat of my tongue I lick her from slit to clit.

"Oh my..." Her hands thread through my hair and she holds my face to her pussy.

I chuckle and continue laving her with my tongue. I move down a little and fuck her with my tongue, while rubbing a light circle across her clit with my thumb.

She hisses and rocks her pelvis against my face.

"Wait, wait," she says.

I lean up and look at her, knowing my mouth is wet from desire. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just, I want to touch you and kiss you."

"I can arrange that." I quickly stand, step out of my pajama pants, then lay down next to her. I pat my flat stomach. "Come'er. Climb on top. I can finish eating your delicious pussy and you can play with my cock. That what you want?"

She sucks in a breath and nods. Then she climbs on me backwards so I'm up close and personal with her round ass and that glistening pussy. I grab her hips and pull her up where I want her then I suck her clit into my mouth.

The first brush of her tongue against my cock makes me jerk. It's been a long damn time since anyone has sucked me off. I won't let her finish me, but goddamn I'm going to enjoy it for a little while.

Her wet mouth slides down my length and I groan at the sensation and double my efforts on her pussy. I want her to come on my face, then I want to fuck her. The feel of her wet mouth and tongue sliding up and down my cock is amazing. If I don't get her to come soon, I'm going to lose it.

I squeeze her ass with one hand and the other I slide my thumb into her slick channel. I suck her clit in my mouth while I fuck her with my thumb.

Her mouth comes off my cock and she moans. Her body is rocking against my face, and I know she's close. So I concentrate on the rhythm so I don't ruin her orgasm.

"Eli, Eli, Eli..." she whispers my name like a prayer. Her legs begin to shake and I hold her still as she falls apart on my tongue. When her climax subsides, I roll us so we're on our sides, then I stand and retrieve my wallet to grab a condom.

She's staring up at me with a dreamy expression as I roll the latex down my length.

"You're ridiculously hot, you do know that, don't you?" she asks.

I chuckle, then crawl up her body. I kiss and lick her neck. "Is that so?"

"It is." Her legs spread, welcoming my body.

She kisses me as I enter her, slow, slow, slow. Finally when I'm all the way seated, she lifts her legs and wraps them around my hips.

I move, thrusting in and out and her slick pussy walls grip me so tightly.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel perfect. So perfect."

Her nails run up and down my back. But I want to see more of her. I want to see her fantastic tits bounce with my every thrust. So I shift our position. I get up on my knees and tilt her pelvis.

As I fuck her, I rub slow circles over her clit. And her tits do bounce. Spectacularly.

"Yes! Just like that. Please don't stop," she says.

"I wouldn't dream of stopping. Fuck, Joy, you feel so damn good. Like you were made just for me."

Two more thrusts and her eyes widen. "I'm going to come." Her mouth falls open and an orgasm rocks through her body. She's gripping me so tight that I can't help but fall over the edge with her.

I lean over her, nuzzling her neck. "That was amazing."

She giggles.

I pull back to see her face. "What is so amusing?"

"I think it's just orgasm endorphins." More giggles. "I don't know why I'm laughing. Probably because I have zero chill and I never do this."

"Do what exactly?" I ask.

"Hook up with an insanely hot guy and have life-altering sex."

"Life altering, huh?" I can't help but grin at her.

"Let's just move past my saying that." Then her stomach growls.

"You hungry?"

"I think I might be."

"Let's get cleaned up, then I'll make us some breakfast."