Snowed In

Chapter 23

We lay tangled, happy in each other's arms. I turned and curled to his side and sighed deeply placing my hand upon his chest. I felt his sigh and heard that rumble soft in his chest.

"C'mere." He whispered softly and tugged me closer to him as he rolled to face me. "You are something else now aren't you?" He didn't really give me a chance to answer. He pressed his lips against mine tenderly. His hand was warm on my back. He smiled softly into our kiss, our lips moving tenderly over one another's in a sweet and beautiful dance. His hand reached my face and he pulled gently back and found my eyes with his.

His eyes were shining so brightly I couldn't tell what color they were supposed to be. His fingertips touch the skin beside my eye and traced a soft line down my cheek to my jaw and up to my ear. His expression softened and became one of complete adoration. I was the queen of his word he was the king of mine. "Beautiful." He sighed his voice barely above a whisper. He kissed me tenderly, placing his parted lips between mine and slowly letting them shut. I have never felt more love than I did in those moments as it poured from that beautiful amazing man.

His lips smiled against mine and mischief filled his heart next. I felt him shift his weight and he rolled to his side pressing our bodies together.

"I'm not done with you yet." He whispered between kisses. To accent his words he lightly nipped my lip and then ran his tongue over the space. He did it again, then again, making sure to break each kiss and breathe. Then he parted my lips with his and growled as he pulled me hard against his body while his tongue invaded my mouth. His hands went to my hair then down my back, scratching and pulling as he let lust take him over for just a few moments. He kissed me hungrily. Greedily his hands gripped and scratched and pulled at my body. His hips seemed to move of their own accord, driving his hard body against my skin.

Just as suddenly as he turned up the volume he turned it back down. His kiss became tender and sensual again, his hands soft and smooth and his hips quiet and still. He threw me off with each transition he walked me through. He was hot and heavy one moment soft and tender the next and never in between. I felt like I was going to explode when he finally rolled me onto my back and crawled over me but, he didn't settle his body between my legs as I had hoped. I whimpered and whined as he taunted and teased, letting his erection touch my skin everywhere but where I wanted him.

I wanted to beg him. I needed him desperately. He nibbled at my neck, kissed my cheeks, ears, and nipples, all the while withholding his body from me. I touched him, tugged on him, raised my hips to him, scratched and pulled on his back. He hovered above me and smiled a devilish smile down into my eyes while I squirmed and whimpered below him. My eyes, my actions, and my body said all the things my mouth didn't. I wanted, needed him to take me. He took my mouth, way too gently and let the intensity increase until his tongue was deep in mouth then he dropped his hips and dipped deep into to my body. I failed to withhold my cry of pleasure. I was done in a second but he was just getting started. He held his body above mine and explored every angle until he found the one that thrilled him the most. He spent a little time there then stopped.

He smiled down at me.

Clicked his tongue, shook his head and grabbed my hips. He pulled my legs over his hips as he rolled up into a squatting position the drove back down into me slowly. He penetrated me deeper than he ever had with slow painful precision. His name rolled off my lips like a mantra. His body rolled deep. Each roll moved him further and further into my body. I fought to breathe. I forgot that I had hands or what to do with them. His body was upright and impossible to reach. I didn't the only thing I could. I clutched the bed sheets. I wanted to scream, it felt so good everywhere, but I couldn't find the breath to do it. Instead, he got a combination of the three names I tended to call him by, "Avriel-Av-Avi," stuck on repeat until all I could do was moan and squeak.

He never took his eyes from my face as he rocked his hips into me repeatedly. Watching him on stage, if he would still roll his body like that would forever get me wet. Some strokes were slow and torturous. He withdrew nearly completely only to slide back in slowly over and over again, then he'd pick up the pace and penetration, then slow it back down again. He had my body and senses firing overtime. I had no clue how much time had passed, the very concept that anything other than him existed was blasted from my mind. We were covered in sweat, it dripped from his brow and the ends of his hair. His breath came in the labored puffs of exertion.

He had me half-a-dozen times, but he was still going. My legs were trembling. I had no strength left anywhere. How had I not passed out yet? Finally, he stopped. He looked down into my eyes and smiled. Then he lay his body gently on mine.

"Keep your hips up. Put your feet on the bed by my knees. I'm not done with you yet. You freed me. It's only fair--." He whispered and kissed me so tenderly I about lost it again. Then he drove himself into me deep and hard. I screamed. It hurt deep inside. He didn't back off so much as he repositioned and drove in again. It hurt less, but he was in deeper than I knew anyone could go. He drove in again and the pain shifted slightly closer to pleasure. I whimpered and held my breath.

"Breathe." He whispered. "Breathe." He held most of his body off me, but where our bodies did meet his skin was wet and cool. He moaned deeply and rocked his hips on in and out. His breathing staggered and sputtered. As his name passed through my lips, mine whispered from his. His shoulders caught just under my chin and he buried his face in the pillow. The pain was completely gone, replaced by a warm and sweet sensation the swelled and built as he swelled inside me. He pulled his face from the pillow and found my eyes. His expression telegraphed precisely what I felt going on inside my body. I was suddenly filled with more warmth than I knew what to do with and the full weight of his body briefly until, he shifted his chest off mine so I could breathe.

We took some time just wallowing in each other before we rolled to our backs and sides and snuggled down into each other and fell asleep. He was way too comfortable for me to stay awake while laying on him.

The knock at the door startled us both straight out of our slumber. We jumped and searched for a measure of clothing before calling out to whoever was at the door that someone was coming. Avi was wrapped in his fluffy robe and down the stairs in a matter of moments. He looked out the side window to see who it was, left the chain on the door place his foot behind it and cautiously opened it. While I dressed and looked out the upstairs window.

As promised the roads had been cleared. Ours was the last drive and the end of the road. The plow sat running waiting for its driver to return and claim it. I could hear the young gentleman explain to Avi that the roads all the down were plowed and ready for travel. He said that the airport would be open tomorrow afternoon. Avi thanked him and the boy headed out.

I came down the stairs and slipped into Avi's arms. He rubbed my back gently and whispered, "I could stay here with you forever, but we have to go back," After a moment he added, "I'm sorry."

Admittedly, I didn't want to go either, but I understood the need.

"We'll pack tonight so we are ready to leave in the morning? while I make the arrangements. Why don't you find us something to eat? I'm starved."

"You're always starving."

"I know." With that, he kissed my cheek and headed up the stairs to retrieve his phone.