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thrusts became jerky and his knees started to slip on the sheets. She grabbed his ass to pull him harder into her, her calves now riding the small of his back, her body almost bent double. He thrust harder, so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.
When he came, it was with a shout that echoed down the hallway of the house. He pushed as deeply into her as he could go, his dick completely buried in her warm, soft body. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She held him so hard he couldn’t have moved away if he’d wanted to, and that alone made the moment last longer—he loved the fact she wanted his cum so badly she would hold him there until she got every last drop.
When the final spasm of his body faded, he collapsed over her. Instead of pushing him off, Rebecca rolled with him, her legs still locked around his middle, his dick still inside her. She pressed her body hard against him, keeping him in, and she stared at his face until he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“You…” he began to say, and she held a finger to his lips.
“Hush.”
He thrust against her once more. The aftermath of the orgasm made his body tingle. He gently pulled out of her and made quick work of getting rid of the condom, then wrapped his arms around her.
Richard kissed her, a slow and lingering exploration. They lay together on the pillow, their bodies still humming with pleasure, and smiled at each other.
Chapter Five
“It’s hard to believe you haven’t done this in years,” she teased as they lay in his bed together, a quilt pulled over their naked bodies. “You gave quite a performance, Mr Paris.”
“You did quite a good job yourself,” he said. His body still throbbed with the delicious aftermath of what they had done. He could hardly believe he had come twice. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done that.
Rebecca’s body felt alive in his hands. She watched as he traced a finger down the middle of her chest, going as far down as he could before his hand met the quilt. Then he came back up, trailing that finger over her collarbone and under her neck, pausing to test the pulse at her throat.
“Still pumping hard,” he whispered, and she smiled.
“Are you proud of yourself?”
“Why not?”
Rebecca cuddled closer to him. The clock on the bedside table said it was now one o’clock in the afternoon. Nothing had moved outside. If the phone had rung, neither had heard it. The world seemed to have stopped completely, and all they had was time.
Richard would have been at the newspaper office today, assuming the sheriff wouldn’t have yanked him off the streets as soon as he had heard the roar of his snowmobile headed for the town square. He would have worked on a few articles for next week’s paper, made small edits to the one going to print tomorrow, and spent time doing unnecessary work just to keep busy. He would have been the only one there, and he would have wavered between going crazy with the silence and being grateful for the solitude.
Now he didn’t have to worry about either.
“It’s hard to believe you showed up in my life less than a day ago,” he said to her now. “I’m not the kind of man who does this.”
“I’m not the kind of woman who does this.”
“Snow makes people crazy.”
They grinned at each other, complete strangers who definitely weren’t strangers anymore. She loved the way he looked at her, as if he couldn’t get enough of the shape of a woman. When he slid his fingertip down between her breasts again she stretched, her supple body a canvas before his hands. His eyes roamed every inch of her skin and then his fingertip followed. He smiled when his touch brought forth goosebumps, turning her perfect smoothness into perfect roughness.
“I would much rather be with you right now than with Gene,” she said.
“Gene is his name?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened, anyway? He was your boyfriend last night and today he’s not. How did things change so
When he came, it was with a shout that echoed down the hallway of the house. He pushed as deeply into her as he could go, his dick completely buried in her warm, soft body. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She held him so hard he couldn’t have moved away if he’d wanted to, and that alone made the moment last longer—he loved the fact she wanted his cum so badly she would hold him there until she got every last drop.
When the final spasm of his body faded, he collapsed over her. Instead of pushing him off, Rebecca rolled with him, her legs still locked around his middle, his dick still inside her. She pressed her body hard against him, keeping him in, and she stared at his face until he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“You…” he began to say, and she held a finger to his lips.
“Hush.”
He thrust against her once more. The aftermath of the orgasm made his body tingle. He gently pulled out of her and made quick work of getting rid of the condom, then wrapped his arms around her.
Richard kissed her, a slow and lingering exploration. They lay together on the pillow, their bodies still humming with pleasure, and smiled at each other.
Chapter Five
“It’s hard to believe you haven’t done this in years,” she teased as they lay in his bed together, a quilt pulled over their naked bodies. “You gave quite a performance, Mr Paris.”
“You did quite a good job yourself,” he said. His body still throbbed with the delicious aftermath of what they had done. He could hardly believe he had come twice. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done that.
Rebecca’s body felt alive in his hands. She watched as he traced a finger down the middle of her chest, going as far down as he could before his hand met the quilt. Then he came back up, trailing that finger over her collarbone and under her neck, pausing to test the pulse at her throat.
“Still pumping hard,” he whispered, and she smiled.
“Are you proud of yourself?”
“Why not?”
Rebecca cuddled closer to him. The clock on the bedside table said it was now one o’clock in the afternoon. Nothing had moved outside. If the phone had rung, neither had heard it. The world seemed to have stopped completely, and all they had was time.
Richard would have been at the newspaper office today, assuming the sheriff wouldn’t have yanked him off the streets as soon as he had heard the roar of his snowmobile headed for the town square. He would have worked on a few articles for next week’s paper, made small edits to the one going to print tomorrow, and spent time doing unnecessary work just to keep busy. He would have been the only one there, and he would have wavered between going crazy with the silence and being grateful for the solitude.
Now he didn’t have to worry about either.
“It’s hard to believe you showed up in my life less than a day ago,” he said to her now. “I’m not the kind of man who does this.”
“I’m not the kind of woman who does this.”
“Snow makes people crazy.”
They grinned at each other, complete strangers who definitely weren’t strangers anymore. She loved the way he looked at her, as if he couldn’t get enough of the shape of a woman. When he slid his fingertip down between her breasts again she stretched, her supple body a canvas before his hands. His eyes roamed every inch of her skin and then his fingertip followed. He smiled when his touch brought forth goosebumps, turning her perfect smoothness into perfect roughness.
“I would much rather be with you right now than with Gene,” she said.
“Gene is his name?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened, anyway? He was your boyfriend last night and today he’s not. How did things change so
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