Our hands touch every single inch of each other, eradicating the cold, and we live inside a fire-born passion that grows and grows.
The next minutes are things made of soul and carnal flesh. Stripped naked, my erection is swollen, veins protruding and aching in primal need for Jane.
I slide two fingers against her pussy—God, she’s soaked. And she writhes and whimpers, “Please, now. Now.”
She clutches my waist while I cover my shaft with a condom, and I push into her heat that wraps tight around me.
Fucking. My head spins, and I thrust and lift her by the hips so we’re at a perfect angle with my height—and she pulses.
“Thatcher,” Jane cries. “Thatcher, harder. Harder, please.”
Sweat glistens our skin, and I rock at a rougher, deeper pace that pushes me to a sensitive spot in her body. Holy.
Fuck. I grip the door handle, then her thigh, keeping her leg higher on my waist. “Jane,” I grunt. “Fuckfuck.”
Her mouth is broken open in overflowing arousal, and her soft, aching noises prick my veins and twitch my cock inside her.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yesyesyes.” Tears crease her eyes.
My muscles flex with each thrust. A gnarled groan scratches my throat. I knead her breast, her perked nipple, my hand skating down her wide hip and soft thigh, and she tries to hang on.
“More,” she cries. “More.”
I’m deep in the woman I love. My cock filling her pussy to the brim, and my abs contract with another push in. “I could fuck you all night.”
“Yes.” She clutches tighter. “Fuck me all night.”
Your wish is my command, honey.
My nerves pinch like something unholy, and she bucks her hips, her thighs spasm, back arching. Jane lets out an overcome cry, and that sound and her clenching shoots white light in my vision.
I slow, flexing to keep from joining her climax, and I fuck her softly. Gently. Eking out every second I’m inside Jane.
“All night?” she asks eagerly, catching her breath with heavy pants.
“All night,” I confirm. Staring down at her beneath me while I move.
Her lips part in another soft moan, but I can see an apology in her eyes. For breaking up with me, and I shake my head. I almost stop rocking, but she whispers, “Keep going.”
I push deeper.
Truth is, I’d rather Jane break up with me than be some kind of unfeeling robot. I’m with a human being, and we might not deal with our emotions well. But we’re both trying to deal with them together. “You did what you felt,” I remind her. “You don’t have to be sorry for that, not with me.”
She opens her mouth to reply, but my erection knows her well and finds that sensitive spot again. Her lips split apart and eyes roll back. Body quivering, and my muscles tighten, about to release.
26
THATCHER MORETTI
Morning light pierces packed snow on the windshield. Sun beginning to ascend. I hold a sleeping Jane in my arms, angled on our sides so I’ve cocooned her between my chest and the seat.
Cold bites my shoulders and triceps, my back exposed to the front of the car. I ensure she’s fully covered, tucking my jacket snugger around her hips.
She stirs a little, nestling her cheek into my warm chest. I don’t take for granted the mornings I have with Jane. Even if this one is really fucking different.
I assess our surroundings. Awake. Alert—I never shut my eyes. About an hour ago, I started seeing my breath smoke the air, but I welcome the chill after running hot all night. We’re both still naked under jackets and her sweater. Cum-filled condoms litter the area beneath the seats.
I fucked Jane until her intense orgasms forced her asleep, and upon her request, I stayed inside of her for an extended time, while she slept.
It was…unlike anything. She’s always been the best sex I’ve ever had, but in Scotland, the intimacy is on another level. We’re surviving together, withstanding the cold, and those notions were like pulsing heartbeats fastening us at the fucking soul.
I glance at my watch. Ten minutes. Then I’ll go outside to see how deep we’re packed in, and I’ll start the car.
Jane rustles against me again, and this time her eyelids gradually open.
“Are you cold?” I ask.
“Warm,” she murmurs, and our eyes latch in a strong beat. Both of us recollecting last night, and I press my lips to her temple.
“You sore?” I whisper.
She shifts her knees. “A little.”
I cup her pussy, protectively, and her smile dimples her rosy cheeks. She breathes, “I love you there, very…very much.” Her eyes soften. “I love you other places too.”
“Where?”
Jane rests her elbow on my muscular side, sitting up some. She takes my other hand, and our breaths shallow as she places my palm on the top of her soft breast.
To her heart.
I inhale deeply. “You trust me here?”
“Yes,” she says without pause.
Her heart thumps faster beneath my palm, and I glide my hand up higher, tracking across her collarbone in a sensual stroke. Ascending to the nape of her neck. She shudders with a desirous ache against me, and nestling closer, she peers over my side. Eyeing my bare ass.
“Are you cold?” she whispers, a second from shifting the sweater off her legs, but I stop her.
“No.”
Jane nods, and in the quiet, she smiles at the inked writing across my ass cheek—she’s already traced the letters a thousand times in bed.
Her big blue eyes are poised on me. “You’re my Cinderella, you realize.”
“I know.” My mouth curves upward. “I’m happy to be.” I’m living the fairytale. And this moment feels like one giant escape from reality. We’re stowing away from the bleak situation, where snow could still be falling. Where a long journey on foot could be ahead of us.
She’s more fixated on my rising lips than my words. Her smile brightens my whole world, and as she drops back in the cocoon of warmth I create, she whispers, “One more time, before we have to leave the car…can you…?” Flush stains her neck, but she never wavers. “Mr. Moretti—Thatcher.” She blushes more.
“Jane.”
She tilts her chin. “Would you be so kind to spread my legs and fill me?”
I harden, and my blood cranks to a swelter. “Anything you want, honey.” With one swift movement, I pull her further down between us, so she’s in line with my cock, and a noise ejects from her mouth along with, “God.”
I sheath my long shaft with the last condom, and I stretch her leg higher over my waist. She extends her other leg as well as she can, holding steady beneath her knee.
Still on our sides, I cup her face, which is down at my chest, and the swollen head of my erection nudges against her glistening folds. I flex my hips forward, edging inside Jane, and she gasps, pleasure washing over her features.
I grit my teeth, jaw locking. Blistering sensations escalate towards a peak. Overwhelming. Sweat builds again as I rock against my girlfriend, her soft breathy gasps warming my chest.
This position is fucking tight as all hell, and her calf spasms. I gather her in my arms and seamlessly shift us upright, her back to the seat like she’s sitting.