9. Noah

Chapter 9

Noah

Goddamn. I’m not going to last long with her tight pussy strangling the fuck out of my cock.

She drags her nails through my hair and pulls my face down for a kiss. I slow my thrusts and kiss her soft lips, watching her face for signs I’m hurting her.

She bites her juicy bottom lip and cries out my name as I press deeper with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before her sharp nails dig into my shoulders while her tight walls clamp down on my cock. I come with her, my cock emptying deep in her sweet pussy.

Once I’m able to catch my breath, I carry her into the bathroom and turn on the hot water. Hugging her close, I slowly wash her luscious body, letting the warm water do its job on her sore inner muscles.

Outside, the storm is finally dying down, but the wind still howls wildly through the trees. I stir awake in the dim warmth of the cabin, listening to the relentless battering of snow against the walls.

I slide into consciousness, glancing over to find Scarlett still curled up under a pile of blankets, looking warm and cozy. The furry little tyrant is sprawled across the pillows, keeping vigil over the queen like she owns the place.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” I say, my voice gravelly but laced with warmth, and pull her tight against my body. Her warm, naked curves melt against me, waking up my cock.

Scarlett gives me that sleepy look that should be illegal. “What time is it?” she mumbles, wiggling her ass against my rock-hard dick.

“A little after nine,” I reply, the sun filtering through the windows, casting a golden glow over everything. “And be good. There’s no way your sweet little pussy can take another workout so soon.”

She pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders, those gorgeous messy curls falling across her face like a wild halo. It takes all my willpower to move away from her.

“I can take it,” she mutters, attempting to wiggle close again.

“I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.” I hop out of bed and pull on my sweatpants as another idea occurs to me. “I’ve had enough of being cooped up, and the storm is finally letting up. Let’s go outside for a little adventure,” I suggest, hoping to distract her from torturing my hungry cock.

“Adventure?” The excited gasp makes me chuckle to myself. “What kind of adventure do you have in mind?”

“We’ll have a quick breakfast, and then we’ll go outside and see how deep the snow got. If you’re a good girl, maybe we can have a snowball fight or two.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

She’s mulling it over, calculating the pros and cons of getting out of the cabin versus the warmth of the blankets. “Minnie isn’t going to like us abandoning her.”

I laugh, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. “Minnie is tough. I’ll bribe her with a can of tuna when we come back inside. Trust me, she’ll be fine.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” She finally emerges from the cocoon of blankets, grabbing a sweater and slipping it on.

Scarlett follows me into the kitchen and stands at the counter with her slightly tousled hair and her fiery intensity simmering beneath the surface. I reach into the refrigerator and pull out a variety of ingredients.

“Okay, what’s the plan here?” she tosses over her shoulder, flashing a look that’s equal parts challenge and mischief.

I’m leaning against the counter, sipping coffee, pretending to contemplate our options as if I haven’t just been caught watching her. “We’ll keep it simple. Eggs, bacon, and toast.”

“What do you want me to do?” She jumps right in.

“Why don’t you make the toast while I whip up the eggs and bacon?”

“Yes, sir,” she tosses back teasingly, and the only thing that stops me from fucking her on the icy granite countertop is knowing her sweet little pussy needs a break.

The bacon hits the pan with a sizzle while she puts a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. I find the kitchen stereo remote and turn on Christmas tunes for us to listen to while we work.

Minnie, her feline majesty, sits before the fireplace like a queen overseeing her domain, casting a judgmental glance our way, as if breakfast has yet again failed to meet her high expectations.

“Look at her.” I nod toward the cat, my voice dripping with playful disdain. “Does she ever approve, or is everything just beneath her?”

Scarlett glances over and chuckles. “Minnie’s waiting for us to realize the world revolves around her. Clearly, we haven’t earned her approval.”

“The story of my life,” I grumble, keeping one eye on the bacon, earning a laugh from Scarlett.

“What do you think, Minnie?” Scarlett calls over, shooting the cat a look that is met with a disdainful flick of her magnificent tail.

“She’s plotting. Probably something involving world domination,” I muse playfully.

“It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.” Scarlett laughs as we dish up our food.

After we eat our breakfast and feed the finicky feline, we head to the storage room to find coats heavy enough to ward off the chilly Colorado weather.