Chapter 38 Xander #2
I can’t keep the smile from my face and it remains even as she braces against my abdomen and begins to ride me, long, slow movements of her pussy where she lifts herself until only my tip remains inside her, then she sinks back down and moans sweetly every time she settles against my pelvis.
She has more control than me.
Every stroke of her velvety soft walls against my cock, every second spent inside her alluring heat; I want to take her and flip her over, then fuck her until she never forgets just how thick my cock is ever again.
Later.
I have the rest of my life to do just that.
Now we’re just reconnecting, enjoying the moment where our bodies connect and our souls are at peace.
Snow’s moans become louder and louder and her pace increases, but just as she lifts herself with a trembling whimper, my phone blares to life and she abruptly sits back down.
“I’m not going to answer it,” I say breathlessly. “Keep going.”
“What if it’s important?”
“Doubt it.”
“It could be your sister.”
My eyes narrow and Snow tightens her pussy around my cock while smirking. “Answer it.”
“Are you serious?”
“You’re a surgeon. You can keep your cool under pressure, right?”
My lips part but before I can reply, she leans and reaches into our piles of clothes until she locates my ringing phone.
She checks the screen, hits answer, and tosses it to me just as she lifts herself up on my cock once more.
“Fu— hello?” I gasp, scrambling to get the phone to my ear as Snow resumes her pace riding me.
“Mr. Thomas?”
“Yes?” The word punches out of me through gritted teeth as Snow flexes her walls around my cock and starts to ride me faster.
“It’s me, Jules.”
Shit. “What c-can I do for you?”
“Are you alright?”
My eyes roll as Snow’s bouncing movements become firmer. “Fine. Headache. What’s up?”
“I’m calling about your case. The others wanted to wait until after New Year, but I didn’t see the point in letting you suffer through Christmas without an answer.”
“Mhm.” Only half listening, I struggle to keep my attention on him as Snow slides her hands over her breasts and tweaks her nipples.
“We’ve closed the case against you. Given that the…
ahem, the media is celebrating your brave actions against that dangerous loan shark the police have been hunting for some weeks, it would be an unwise move to get rid of you.
Apparently, people are enamored by your romantic gesture of protecting the woman you love.
” Jules coughs awkwardly. “People are romantic at this time of year, it seems.”
“Oh, yeah,” I groan, forgetting for a second and letting the moan slip out. Snow barely contains her giggle. “I mean, it is Christmas.”
“Yes. Yes. Well, with that and the form you submitted, I think everything will be squared away.”
“That’s it?”
“Yup. That’s it.”
“What I’m hearing is that you can’t handle the bad press hit or—or losing two of your best surgeons at this time of year.”
“You…” Jules stumbles over himself. “You know about Fred?”
“I do.”
“Hmm.”
“He’d be a great Chief, by the way. Savvy. Kind when he needs to be.”
“Mr. Thomas.”
“Goodbye, Jules, Merry Christmas!” I nearly choke getting the last words out as Snow starts riding me with power, and I can’t think about work any longer. Tossing the phone away, I clutch at her hips and moan loudly as she bursts out laughing.
“Your face!” she gasps. “I thought you were going to explode.”
“You’ve no idea,” I gasp. “Fuck, Snow. Oh, my God—” My mind goes blank, my balls tighten so fast it’s almost painful, and I last one more stroke of Snow’s giggling body riding my cock.
My orgasm hits like a punch, stealing all my breath, and I surge upward with a hoarse cry.
Pleasure cascades through me in waves and I cup Snow’s face, kissing her hard and silencing her as my cock pumps load after load deep inside her.
Nothing else in the world matters.
Just this.
The woman I love. My family.
Snow trembles like a leaf in my arms, tearing her head away from my kiss and gasping loudly.
She comes hard, and I hold her tightly as we moan and whimper together while our bodies shake and tremble through the deeply satisfying throes of orgasm.
By the time pleasure has faded, we lie together under the blankets. Snow’s tucked against my chest under my arm, and she runs her fingers in circles through my fine chest hair while I gently pet her hair.
“So, your job is okay?” Snow murmurs, her cheek moving against my peck and tickling.
“Mhm. So is yours.”
“All that and in the end, they only care about the press.”
“I think they’re just happy they won’t be sued.”
“Fred and June will be okay too?”
“Mhm.”
Snow releases a satisfied sigh that morphs into a soft laugh. “I can’t believe you can feel my laughter on your dick.”
We break out giggling and I press my lips to her forehead. “I can’t explain how good that feels.”
Snow nuzzles into me, then lifts her head as the door cracks open.
Willow wanders in with her tail held high, only to be bowled over by Tiger, who sprints into the room like a cannonball.
Rustle appears a minute later, and all three cats make a beeline for the nest of blankets and pillows.
“Ariela must be going to bed,” I murmur, enjoying the satisfying weight of my animals joining our nest.
“Is she coming to dinner?”
“Just dessert. She has a date that’s not a date with a guy on four.”
“Adorable.” Snow chuckles.
She nuzzles deeper into me, and I tighten my arm around her. A soft buzz rises from my phone and I lift it, the screen blinking with a message from Thea.
“Thea’s flight took a detour due to bad weather so she’s on a bus now. She’ll be here tomorrow,” I read out, quickly typing out my wishes for a safe drive.
“That’s fine,” Snow murmurs. “Is she still mad at me?”
“No. Apparently, almost dying buys me a get-out-of-jail card.”
“Look.” Snow lifts her hand and points to the window.
Following her finger, just through the gap in the half-open curtains, I see gigantic snowflakes drift past the window.
They’re fat enough to affect the moonlight streaming through the gap and their shadows paint a magical pattern on the opposite wall.
“It’s snowing,” she says softly, settling back down against me.
“And look what time it is.” I show her my phone. It’s two minutes past midnight.
Snow leans up on her elbow and hovers over me, her hair cascading down and creating a curtain that blocks out everything except her beautiful face. “Merry Christmas. I love you.”
“Merry Christmas. I love you more.”
Cupping the side of her neck, I gently guide her down until our lips meet in a soft, sweet kiss.
This is the best Christmas ever.