His fingers splayed over my head, before dropping to my cheeks. “If you don’t think what you’re doing is right, you’re not paying attention.”
His erect penis bobbed before me.
I grinned. “I’m paying attention. I’ve invited, now I want you to lead.”
“Fuck, Julia. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My tongue licked his length from the tip until his coarse hair tickled my face. “You won’t. Use me.”
Van’s chest inflated and deflated with each deep breath. His hands came back to my hair. “You’re doing well. Open your lips, Julia.”
I did as he instructed.
“Rest your tongue and close your lips. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
I nodded.
His cock slid within my mouth as I closed my lips. My eyes closed as Van began to move, pushing deeper each time. I concentrated on not gagging as my core became wetter and wetter with his wordless noises of pleasure. My hands went to his strong thighs as Van continued pistoning his hips. It was as his grip tightened and his speed increased that I knew he was close.
When he tried to pull away, I wrapped my arms around his legs, refusing to not follow through on what I’d started.
“Fuck, Julia, I’m going to come.”
I held tighter to his legs as his cock began to throb, my mouth filled, and I rapidly swallowed. The cabin filled with Van’s mumbled curses as I stayed on my knees, licking and sucking until he was satisfied and clean. When I looked up, I saw a gaze filled with so much emotion that I would fall to my knees every damn day to see it again.
“You’re…” He didn’t finish his sentence. He offered me his hand.
“I’m?” I asked as I stood and leaned into him.
“More. Every second of every day, you’re more.”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“More than I knew.”
I looked around. The sky beyond the windows was dark. “I know I just had a protein snack…” —my cheeks warmed— “but I could make us some food while you get our tree in its stand and then we can decorate it.”
Julia
Van wrapped his arm around me as we both stared at the tree. He’d taken strands of garland of silver and gold, silver beads, and white, gold, and silver ornaments from his office. I imagined one of his employees showing up and wondering who vandalized the tree. My guess would be that the CEO would be their last suspect. He had left the lights. Without electricity, they wouldn’t do us much good.
“It’s the best tree I’ve ever seen,” I said, leaning against his side.
His head tilted the same direction as the slightly leaning tree. “It’s definitely interesting.”
I pushed up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “It’s hard to believe we were here only a week ago.”
Taking my hands, Van’s gaze washed over me. “Finding you was the best thing I’ve done in my whole life.”
A smile lifted my cheeks. “That’s a long time.”
His head shook. “It’s enough time to make a lot of mistakes. This—between us—has been a whirlwind, but it’s not a mistake.”
“I agree. A mistake wouldn’t feel this good.”
Our dinner was behind us and our stomachs filled as we sat cross-legged together on the pile of rugs before the fireplace. It was the exact same place we’d had those nectarines and mugs of coffee a week earlier. The flames flickered and snapped as the damp wood hissed and spit.
The silence settled around us, cocooning us in our cabin in the snow globe, when finally, Van spoke, “My niece is ten years old. Her name is Brooklyn.”