Snowed In

Chapter 11

"I'll get that for you later." He smiled and kissed me softly. "Getting up the stairs is definitely overrated but we should do it. He shifted me so that we could both stand and continue our ascent. We kissed at the top of the stair and smiled rather stupidly at each other. Yup, we had done gone and did it. We fell in love. The rose on his cheeks was beautiful. I hoped he'd always look at me that way. I can't imagine I wasn't wearing a similar expression because he touched my cheek gently with the back of his fingers while shaking his head.

"I love you." He whispered before tenderly taking my lips with his. His eyes were still closed when he pulled away and smiled. I took the opportunity, once I found my voice, to let him know that I loved him too. I don't believe anything has ever felt better than that declaration.

We were completely naked standing at the top of the stair. I had no idea what would happen next and I really didn't care as long as it would happen with him.

"I need to use the restroom. Do you need to go?" I started laughing. What a Segway!

"I should probably."

"Okay, you go first. I'll be awhile." His grin was sheepish. God, he was so much like a child at times. I finished and washed my hands. I found him sitting on the chair for the nearest vanity, waiting for me. I walked into his open arms. He placed a hand on my cheek, the other on my bare butt and kiss me long and hard. He stepped back and looked down at himself. He raised his shoulders his hands slipping to my hips.

"Well that was stupid," he looked up at me and beamed. "It'll go down on its own. I'm gonna be a bit. I'll probably shower briefly. Wait for me?"

I nodded and gently smacked his butt before I left the room.

I wandered into the bedroom and went to my stash of secret little things I had brought just for this trip. I grabbed a pink lace babydoll with the matching panties that tied on the sides and slipped them on. I grabbed the book I had left on the nightstand by my side of the bed and snuggled down to read while I waited for Avi to join me. Before long I could hear Avi's sweet gentle voice drift through the wall. I couldn't help but laugh. Did he actually sing on the toilet? Whatever he was singing it was sweet and beautiful. I felt so privileged. His voice was so soothing I started to doze off.

I was rudely awoken by the loud booming bass of an operatic piece that Avi was laying down. Startled, I almost fell out of bed. Luckily, my book had already fallen or it would have gone flying. How could I have forgotten what he was trained to use that voice for? There was so much power and strength in it. It had to feel fantastic letting that go. I thought of Avi's relatively small frame and wondered where in the hell all of that bass came from. Right on cue, the sound swelled. He must have opened the bathroom door. Shortly after he came around the corner wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel. He had pulled his hair up into a half ponytail leaving dark ringlets fall in front of his thick bare shoulders. His chest was fully exposed, his thin hairy legs stuck out from under his towel and carried him around the room. But that wasn't what caught my attention or made me forget myself. This man knew exactly what he was doing and he did it well.

He kept on singing and I got a chance to see just where the sound came from and how his body worked while he was making it. I watched him, completely amazed. I could see the way his diaphragm moved as he pushed and pulled air, his hands moved up and down with the different notes he carried. The strong muscles of his shoulders and arms flexed with each movement he made. As he sang and his stomach tightened and pushed. It was more than interesting to see. It had me floored and struck pretty much dumb. The vocal prowess of my true basso profundo left me awed and drooling.

He finished and smiled a brilliant winning smile my way. His eyes twinkled as he reached for the water I offered him. He took a few sips and let the water sit in his mouth a moment, no doubt wetting his throat, then he chugged more than half the bottle.