Chapter 32
Ellyn
Joel’s kiss is dizzying. It pulls me deeper and deeper under his spell, not that I wasn’t already under it.
The past few days with only being able to talk to or see one another in short intervals has felt like holding my breath.
“Oh,” I gasp out when he lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the bed.
I lower my hands to begin unbuttoning his top at the same time his lips cover mine. With my feet back on the ground, it’s much easier to undress him the same way he’s started to remove my clothing.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both naked in front of one another. Joel allows his eyes to roam over my body. The same wonderment that was in his eyes back in Montana when he saw me naked for the first time is there again.
My nipples harden to the point of pain as I stand, unashamed in front of him, allowing him to drink in my presence. It’s empowering to have a man like Joel Townsend stare at me like that.
“I still can’t believe I get to touch you,” he says just above a whisper.
His words make my insides turn to jelly. If it weren’t for his arms around my waist, my weakening knees would’ve sent me tumbling to the bed.
Instead, it’s Joel’s strength that pushes me down to my back, his large, strong body moving over me.
I reach down, cupping his length to begin stroking his erection.
A knowing grin crosses my lips when I see him close his eyes and force out a shaky breath in an attempt to keep himself under control.
“What’s the matter?” I tease.
Burying his head into the crook of my neck, he inhales deeply before he presses his lips to my skin. I tremble and moan.
“What’s the matter?” He throws my words back at me with a deep chuckle that lights every inch of my skin on fire.
“Need you,” I whisper.
The time for games and teasing is over.
Joel kisses the tip of my nose. “I know, darlin’.”
I should be embarrassed by how wet that pet name makes me, but we’re long past the point of embarrassment.
Especially, when Joel pushes his way down my body and eagerly begins lapping at my vagina.
He’s relentless as he urgently pushes my body toward a climax. It doesn’t take long for his mouth and tongue to reach its goal.
I come with my back arched, lips parted, and a wild moan bouncing off the walls of the room.
Before I can compose myself, Joel covers my body, his lips on mine. The kiss is as wild and intense as the orgasm he just gave me.
In my rush to get him inside of me, it’s me who pushes him to his back and moves to straddle his body.
“Condom?” I ask with a lifted eyebrow.
“Lube first?” he asks, voice nearly choked with need.
I shake my head. “Maybe next time.” I’m about as wet as a faucet.
He reaches for his pants on the floor with one hand at my waist, keeping me in place. He soon hands me the condom, and I tear it open with my teeth. Within a second, I’ve managed to ease the condom down the length of his dick.
I hover my hips just above his tip and slowly begin to descend, sheathing him inside of me.
Joel’s hold on my hips tightens and we both moan in unison. The sense of coming home after a long time away, coming up for air after holding my breath underwater, and eating a delicious piece of coconut cake, all can’t compare to this feeling.
“Love you,” Joel says a beat before he raises his hips, plunging inside of me from the bottom.
I allow him to take control because my entire body is overcome with all of the emotions racing through me.
When Joel moves one hand from my hip to my breast, cupping and squeezing, I cover his hand with my own.
I grow breathless as the movement of my hips become erratic, the impending orgasm rushing over me.
Joel comes soon after, which sets off yet another orgasm in my body.
By the time I come down from three back-to-back orgasms, I’m laying on the bed, completely spent with Joel hovering over me.
“You’re damn majestic when you come.” The reverence in his voice almost does me in.
I curl my arm around the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “I think I’m ready for my cake now.”
He chuckles, kisses my lips again, and then climbs out of bed, strips himself of the condom, and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands before retrieving the cake and a fork from the table.
“Mmm,” I hum and do a little shake of my shoulders as I eat a piece of the cake. “Perfect.”
I fork off another piece and hold it to Joel’s mouth. He catches me by the wrist and never breaks eye contact as he wraps his lips around the tines of the fork before slowly pulling it free from his mouth.
“You’re so sexy,” I say.
He snorts. “I’m a rancher. We’re not sexy.”
“Ha! Babe, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but many women consider ranchers to be the definition of sexy.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my neck before pulling back. “I don’t care about other women. Do you consider ranchers the epitome of sexy?”
I shake my head. “They’re okay, in general. But you …” I wiggle my eyebrows. “You’re in a league all by yourself.”
He gives me a satisfied smile. “That’s all that matters.”
I eat the cake slowly, savoring it and my time with Joel. I know we’ll have to leave soon and a part of me feels like the worst mother in the world for not wanting to rush back home to be with my daughters and grandchildren on Christmas Eve.
It’s not that I don’t want to be with them. It’s just that I don’t want to separate from Joel.
“Don’t think I missed the decorations you put out on your front lawn.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re trying to best me in the competition, aren’t you?”
Leaning back, I narrow my eyes at him. “What?”
“Don’t try to sweet talk me with that beautiful face and naked body. I know a cheater when I see one.”
I burst out into laughter. “You think because I decorated my front lawn a little bit I’m trying to win this year’s competition?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve gone three years in a row without a defeat, and I don’t plan on losing this year.”
“You are off your rocker.” I jab him in the shoulder with my finger. “Just so you know, if I seriously thought about entering that competition, I would win.”
He sits all of the way up, affronted. “Is that a challenge?”
With deliberately slow movements, I place my now empty plate and fork on the nightstand by the bed and sit up on my knees, completely unbothered by the fact of our mutual nudity.
“You don’t want this challenge.”
“So this is a threat to my title.” He shakes his head, clucking his teeth. “You don’t want this competition, darlin’.”
I make myself ignore my body’s reaction to that pet name, especially my hardened nipples.
“I put out a few decorations in order to make my grandson happy, but if you want some real competition, you just got it.”
He grunts. “To think I was worried about Ol’ Man Gilbert across the street this whole time. And it was you I should’ve been on the lookout for. I bet that’s why you helped me put the decorations out.”
I shake my head, smirking.
The twinkle in his eyes lets me know he’s not serious but it’s funny just the same how intense he gets over Christmas. Before, even when I found it odd or strange, there was something cute about it all.
Now it’s downright attractive.
Before I can shut those thoughts off, Joel wraps me up in his arms, our fronts pressed against one another.
He groans against my lips. “I don’t want to go back home. Those damn kids of mine are there now taking up all of the space and room, eating my food,” he gripes.
“Weren’t you just complaining, not too long ago, about them not spending enough time with you?”
He frowns. “Yeah, but I didn’t mean it.”
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s just talking bologna. It takes all of my strength to pull out of his embrace to begin the process of redressing myself to leave.
“Thank you for breakfast,” I say with my arms around his neck once we’re both clothed.
He smirks. “And the sex?”
“Especially the sex.”
“Glad to hear it.” He presses a kiss to my lips.
Sighing, I force myself to pull away from him.
“Call you later? As soon as the crumb snatchers are asleep.”
“You know it.” He pulls me in for another kiss, and then I really have to leave or else we’ll end up back in bed together.