Holiday Romance Collection - 6 Books Bundle (Erotic Romance - Holiday Romance) (16 page)

His finger pumped in and out of her gaining momentum. He inserted another finger and she felt stretched, filled, and wonderful. She felt her inner walls clamp down as an orgasm barreled down on her. The thrusts deepened, he curled his fingers slightly upward and she lost it. She arched off the bed, screaming. He maintained slow languorous strokes until she stopped quivering. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. He closed his eyes to savor her taste moaning deeply. Then opened his eyes with a look of determination focused on her while he unsnapped and slid off his pants.
 

He thought for a second, scooped her up, and carried her off to the bedroom. She squealed in delight at the apparent ease in which he picked her up. He tossed he on the bed gently and crawled in after her. The look on his face has such a heated focus on her she felt herself getting wet again. He opened his drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a condom, slipping it on. She lifted herself up on her elbows and watched him crawl over her to position himself at her entrance.
 

He hesitated, looking up at her pensively. She dug her heels into his ass encouraging him on. He plunged into her in one swift motion causing Rose to cry out loudly in delight. If she thought she felt filled before, it was nothing like the stretched feeling she felt with his cock buried deep inside her.
It felt great.
 

At first his strokes were long, thick, and measured. She urged him on and they quickly turned to shallower, fast strokes. She met him thrust or thrust, encouraging him and matching his lust. She raked her fingernails down his back causing him to growl hotly and increase his thrusts. She stiffened, feeling her muscles tighten and her pussy swell. She clenched, arched and came as he thrust deeply into her channel. She spasmed and twitched around him, lost in the throes of another orgasm. He stiffened ducked his head, pounded a few more times before joining her and spilling his seed into the condom. He tossed it into the trash and crawled back into bed gathering Rose close against him, her back to his chest.
 

She listened as his breathing deepened and evened out. She partially turned to look at his handsome sleeping face. He was so beautiful. She traced her fingertips across his lips lightly. He nuzzled them in his sleep, bringing a smile to her lips. She couldn't believe she had fallen into bed with him in, what was it now, three - four days? She couldn't even bring herself to regret it. This was the single most erotic and exciting night she had ever had.
 

She yawned widely and wiggled closer to him cuddling in and drifting off to a deep sleep.

The next morning Rose woke disoriented and so comfortably warm. She dug herself out from under her hair and looked around. Oh, yeah. Sexy sleeping Triston lay snoring softly in a deep sleep. He looked almost boyish in his relaxed, sleepy state. She wanted to stay and watch him sleep but, hey, nature called. She untangled herself from him, slid out of bed, and tiptoed into the bathroom.
 

In the bathroom she took care of her immediate needs, donned a warm robe, and brushed her hair from the tangled wreck she woke under. After washing her hands and face, she decided it was about time for coffee.
 
She walked quietly back in the room and made her way towards the door but, before she could reach it a hand darted out from under the blanket and grabbed her wrist.
 

"Where do you think you are sneaking off to?" a gravelly voice questioned from under a pile of blankets.

"To the coffee pot." she teased, "I'm grumpy before my morning fix."

"Me too." he grumbled, "C'mere"

He held his hand out but instead of having her help him pull up out of bed, he pulled her down into it.
 

"Hey!" she exclaimed, laughing, "I thought you said you needed a fix!"

"I do," he grinned wickedly, nibbling her neck and sliding lower, opening the robe wider, "I didn't say what of"
 

She giggled as he kissed her breasts.
 
He slid a finger into her spreading her juices making her slick.

"Sneaky bastard."

He shrugged as he surged upward casing himself to the hilt. He slid in easily, it didn't take much more than the idea of him naked to get her revved up. His thickness filled her, causing sparks to shoot from her stretched nerve endings. Triston's face was drawn in concentration. She felt herself riding a crest of pleasure as it rushed toward her. Rose came apart when Triston slid his thumb between them to thumb her clit and she cried out.

"Yes, come for
me.
" he rasped.

She came again but this time she took him with her. Her muscles clenched and she milked him for everything he had. Triston cried out as he hit his climax right behind her.

They lay together, entwined and panting, for a while.
 

"Mmmmmmm," Rose purred, "Good morning."

"Damn straight" Triston rasped.
 

Rose giggled turned her head to look at him. He looked so handsome, his features soft and playful, and there was a mischievous glint to his eye.
 
Her fingertips traced his jaw and he caught them in his bringing them to his lips for a brief kiss.
 

"How about we say Good afternoon the same way. I figured it's working for us so far."
 

"Think you'd be
up
for that?"
 

Rose pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as she eyed his now flaccid cock questioningly. He mimicked outrage, sat up and straddled her.

"I could show you
now
"
 

"No!" she cried, giggling, "You can't say good afternoon because it can't be past morning, I haven't had coffee."

He laughed, "So there is no longer a question of what I am, uh, up for?"

"No! Coffee now, please."

Triston chuckled, lifted his eyebrow, tossed her over his shoulder, grabbed his shirt and boxers with his free hand, and headed for the kitchen.
 
She squealed and laughed.

"What are you doing?!"
 

"You questioned my manhood, primitive man say, drag woman around till she admits how manly I am."
 

She laughed and smacked him playfully on the butt. Since she was upside down, it also happened to be in her face and, hello perfection. Triston returned the favor with a deliciously stinging slap on her cheeks. She squealed.He flipped her up and sat her on her feet in the kitchen, and slid on his boxers. He handed her the shirt. Rose lifted the T-shirt and slid it over her head while Triston watched appreciatively.
 

"Don't you have something to say to me? Manly me? Anything?"
 

She gave him that sassy look, he was quickly becoming familiar with, and said "We're you looking for 'Thank you sir, may I have another'?"
 

She turned and poked her backside at him, where it just peeped out of the bottom of his shirt from her exaggerated stance, and wiggled.
 

"Keep wiggling that at me and it will be a long, looooong time before you see coffee."

Rose giggled and made her way to the coffee pot. As she performed her rituals, rituals that appeased the appliance gods and divinely made coffee, she reflected on the past twenty-four hours. This was waaaaaay out of the norm for her. She had slept with a couple boyfriends but one-night stands were hardly her thing. Hardly a one night stand, more like three or four since she hadn’t been in her cabin since the first night.

She had never really been this comfortable with a guy and they seemed to interact with a flirtatious ease. She never felt that way with men she dated, with anyone, really, save her two best friends.
 

             
They ate a simple breakfast of coffee and toast. She talked about her life in Miami and her writing, he talked about managing the resort and some carpentry work he said he did as a hobby. They let Bernie out to do his business and when Rose caught sight of everything covered in a thick blanket of snow, she gasped and almost walked out in it in her bare feet. She looked around in wide-eyed wonder. Triston pulled her back inside before she froze.

"It's beautiful!" she gasped.

"It certainly is." Triston responded seriously.

When she turned to look at him she realized he was looking at her when he said that. She felt all soft and mushy inside and felt tears prick her eyes. It would've been a corny line had his eyes not betrayed the sincerity and heat behind it. She felt butterflies scramble all through her middle. Damn butterflies, thought you only came out in the spring.
 

She kissed him softly but restrained, barely, from deepening the kiss. Rose very reluctantly told him that she would be needing to return to her cabin today if, for no other reason, than to get fresh supplies rather than the ones she slapped together two days ago. She also needed to get some more writing done. Triston protested a little, but compromised by having her for a late dinner and, of he was lucky
, and of course he will be
, a sleepover.
 

Instead of the writing she was supposed to do, she ended up sketching a picture of Triston sleeping. She drew his sleeping face from memory. If she hadn't seen his it enough while he was feverish she had a bit of time logged in bed with him. Although admittedly not much actual sleeping got done. She tried to capture the vulnerability in the soft, sleeping, boyish lines of his face, the underlying masculinity that should read incongruously but somehow meshed on him. She sketched until it was time to get ready for their dinner when she showered, groomed, and armored herself in the sexiest lingerie she had with her.
Not the sexiest thing she owned but at least in the top five.
 

She brought the sketch to give him; the fact that it was Christmas Eve had almost escaped her till her phone began its incessant beeping with Christmas messages from friends and family. She loved them all so dearly but her two best friends Morgan and Liz, they were like her sisters. They had been there through everything, had known each other for much of their lives and they were her family, by spirit if not by blood. She couldn’t believe it slipped by like that but, she was so isolated from her normal routine, and with all the added excitement Triston introduced lately, it was no wonder the days slipped by.

Rose approached the door and as she lifted her fist to knock it swung open and, with a squeal of delight and surprise, she was pulled against a muscled male wall of chest and kissed thoroughly.
 
When he pulled away, Rose looked up at him and got a little weak in he knees as he flashed her a naughty, mischievous grin and pointed above them.
 

"Mistletoe, I got it off the tree in the back today."
 

She laughed, and melted a little at the same time, that he would climb the tree out back just to have an excuse to kiss her. Like he needs an excuse anyway. He was so pleased with himself and his own cleverness that she couldn't help being charmed. There were mistletoe and fir tree garlands that weren’t there when she left, draping the fireplace and doorways. He brought out candles and had them on the table, across the mantle, and scattered all over the room.
 

Rose stood in the middle of the room, turning in a slow circle, taking it all in with her mouth hanging open.
 

"Wow"

He took her coat, hat, and scarf and hung them to dry from the snow that had begun to lightly flurry. Dinner looked and smelled wonderful and the biggest problem Rose had through it was keeping her from jumping in his lap. He really had gone through a lot of effort for her and it was absolutely working, if the tingles low in her belly were any indication.

 
             
When dessert came she suddenly couldn't remember why she was restraining herself from his lap any longer and rose to put herself there. Triston
 
followed her closely with his eyes and reached for her softly as she floated down on to his lap. She put his hand on her thigh, hiking up her dress a bit. She draped an arm around him and kissed him deeply, with all the emotion he brought up, but was too soon to really address. He lifted her, sat her on the table and indulged in a feast of an entirely different kind.