Snowed In

Chapter 16

I woke up curled in his arms on the floor in front of the fireplace very dazed, satiated and confused. The last thing I remembered was Avi breathing heavier than I had ever heard him breathe as he was calling my name. I looked around. Avi's arm was lain over me, protective and strong. I stirred, and he mumbled.

"How?" Avi looked at me with confused sleepy eyes as he opened them.

"How what?"

"How did we, we get from over there to over here?"

"Oh." He sat up and smiled. He placed first one hand on my shoulder, then the other.

"You passed out."

"I what?" I shook my head in disbelief.

"You passed out. I carried you over after. At first, I was really scared, but you were still breathing so I just picked you up and carried you over here." He was positively glowing, beaming with pride.

"I passed out?"

"You did."

"After?"

"uh huh." He was smiling like a kid in a candy store. His hand moved down my shoulders and he pulled me close and kissed my nose.

"Are you okay?" He moved closer

"Yes. Are you?" I asked him. He kissed my cheek. I kissed his in return.

"Still perfect?" Oh, the mischief in his eyes. He kissed me his hands slipping into my hair. My confusion was gone. He made it clear that he was gearing up for another round. Neither of us were wearing pants but we both still had our shirts on.

"Maybe. So soon?" I asked as I took him into my hand. He was already swollen and full and very hot. I was not about to waste any time. I kissed him hungrily and pushed him back on the pallet.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Soon? Tired. It's been 3 hours. It's almost lunchtime." He said between the heavy kisses I was laying on his lips. I stopped.

"Three hours?"

"Don't stop. Yes, three."

"Oh my God."

"It's okay. Come here." He pulled me into his arms and proceeded to kiss me senseless. I gave into his quiet demands.

Before I knew what was happening, my hands found their way into his hair and his name was on my lips again. I thought he'd found all the spots that drove me wild before. He found more. I didn't know what I had done to deserve his affection, but I was grateful for every bit of it he poured over me.

Our shirts found their way to the floor. He was a wonder with those hands, fingers, lips, and teeth. He touched me everywhere. Where his hands went his mouth and tongue followed. I wanted to respond, touch him, take him, but every time I tried to reciprocate he'd find a way to turn the tables. He put his fingers in my mouth and watched closely as I pretended they were his penis. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. But he took control again and kissed me passionately.

He rolled me on my back and followed me halfway through the roll. He stopped his hand resting on my hip his lips on mine. He pulled away to look into my eyes. When I opened them, I found him watching my face. He leaned in kissed and whispered something I didn't understand because it wasn't English. His smile was soft warm, reassuring and comforting he said it again followed by my name. He answered me when I was given a moment to breathe and could ask him.

"It's Hebrew. It means I love you." I didn't try to hold back the tears that rolled out of my eyes. He gently kissed them away and just held me close again until I drifted to sleep in the safety of his arms.

I woke up when he kissed my forehead tenderly and whispered my name.

"Did I pass out again?"

"No. We went to sleep." He kissed me again.

"Can we pick up where we left off?"

I snuggled into his chest.

"Mmmmm where was that?" He pulled my chin up rolled us to our sides and kissed me repeatedly until I was all hot and ready for him. I felt his smooth hard body pressing lightly on my hip. He was ready too. Never one for skipping foreplay when time permitted, I took him in my hand and squeezed and stroked gently. His answering moan at my touch and slip of his hand was a very pleasant reward. I felt him slip his fingers in me at the same moment his tongue invaded my mouth again. He groaned into my mouth and rocked his hips into my stroke moving him in my grip. Our bodies rocked together. Our breath got lost in one another until he pulled his fingers from within me and grabbed my wrist.

"Not yet." He kissed me. We both struggled for breath. I wanted his fingers back, his teeth his tongue, him, any part of him within me and I didn't want to wait any longer. I rolled him onto his back smoothly and guided him into my body. His eyes shot open along with his mouth but no sound came out of it as I rocked my hips forward. His hands gripped my hips and locked on. He raised his hips up off the floor, arching his back. I ground down hard against him as I rode high on the wave of pure pleasure that overwhelmed us both.

I collapsed on his chest and his arms snaked around me. He was silent as we both struggled to catch our breath. Finally, he whispered. "I think it's lunchtime."

"Always with the food! I see there are two things that rule your world."

"No baby," he pulled me close again and kissed my forehead, "there's just you. Are you hungry?" I nodded into his kiss.

"You stay here I'll bring some food."

Satiated, relaxed and warm wrapped in soft blankets and left lying on the pallet in front of the fireplace, I fell asleep again. I don't know how long he stood there watching me or how long I had been asleep. When I woke up he was wearing pajama bottoms and kneeling in front of me gently calling my name.

"Wake up its lunchtime."

"What time is it?"

"Just after 2."

"Where did the day go?"

"Well.." He shrugged and grinned. "I made lunch. You want to lean back against the couch or sit on it."

"Can you hand me your shirt?"

"Sure." He handed me his shirt and I slipped it over my shoulders. He smiled. His eyes sparkled as he held up a clean pair of panties and my pajama bottoms. "I thought you might want these too."

"Thank you." He just smiled as I repositioned myself on the floor. He spread out the blankets smoothing them over the floor and went back to the counter. He came back carrying a tray full of goodies. He had sliced cheese and fruit and made a couple of sandwiches, cut the crust off the bread, and cut them into tiny triangles. He set the tray down and went to retrieve the bottle of wine and two glasses. He smiled happily and sat down opposite of the tray from me. I honestly felt that he was too far away.

"Lunch!" He exclaimed as he poured me a glass of wine. "Have you ever had Brie?"

"No." His eyes crinkled as he smiled.

"Try it with this." He handed me a small round piece of toasted bread with a white cheese on top of a tomato salsa thing and the glass of wine. I recognized the tomato stuff as a tomato basil salsa and wondered if he had made this batch himself too. His stupid grin said that he did.