Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Mari had always loved the holiday lights strung around her home’s eaves.
The iconic look of the snow-covered, log structure nestled in the woods with its twinkling trim hinted at cozy vibes, slow days, and warm, welcoming nights with steamy mugs, a crackling fire, and a loved one’s arms to snuggle into.
With Nima at her side, Mari was finally living her dream.
She leaned on her crutches at the front door while searching her pocket for her keys. When Nima’s hand came to rest on her lower back, warmth spread through her at his touch. She couldn’t wait to run her hands all over him.
“You sure you don’t need help, or want me to carry you?” he asked.
The lock turned under her key, and she pushed the door open with her shoulder, then her crutch. “Not yet,” she said before adding in a low, seductive voice, “but I may soon.”
The sparkling lights on the Christmas tree greeted them with a renewed sense of cheer. Everything felt right in the world. Even Mari’s ribs and ankle pained her less. She glanced back at Nima. Maybe her injuries had healed enough to use the condoms from her sister.
Who—and what—had her sister been sleeping with? Mari didn’t judge, and given her own preference for privacy, didn’t like to pry. But Kat had opened the door, and Mari intended to ask about her extra-large condom supply. Later. After she’d spent the night with her own furry cryptid.
Nima dropped his bag inside the front door and threw the deadbolt.
“Mari,” he said as he stalked toward her with purposeful strides.
His gait and tone caused a shiver of delight to run up her spine.
“I am going to carry you now.” That was all the warning he gave before lifting her into his arms. Her crutches crashed to the ground as he barely slowed his march to her bedroom.
“I’m going to lay you out on your bed, strip you of your clothes, and make you come for me. ”
Arousal seeped from her body, and she squeezed her legs together. “I want you tonight, Nima. No toys. Only you, your cock.” She whimpered at the thought of him, large and hot, pulsing inside her. “You complete me in more ways than one,” she breathed.
Nima growled her name. “Change of plans,” he rumbled, carefully adjusting Mari in his arms, so her legs wrapped around his middle and her hands looped behind his neck.
He backed her against the hallway wall, her shoulder knocking askew an old family picture.
He slid a hand under her ass, supporting her weight—but it also turned her the fuck on.
“How’s this?” he breathed, his forehead tapping against hers. “Anything hurt?”
She shook her head. “No—”
“Good,” he rumbled, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. He ground his hips into her, his hard shaft rubbing deliciously against her sensitive center through her yoga pants. Maybe they didn’t need the bed after all.
Mari clung to him, matching his burning kisses with her own desire.
His fur tickled her cheeks as his large, raspy tongue mingled with hers.
Gods, she loved the unique texture and taste of her yeti.
There were so many things she wanted to experience for the first time again, like his oversized blue dick, bigger and way better than any toy—or human—could ever be.
“I want you,” she panted as he squeezed her ass with his massive hand, a hint of claw digging in. His teeth and lips nipped and sucked their way down her neck. “Just like this.”
Bracing herself against the wall and trying not to wince when she flexed her abs, Mari stroked her palms down Nima’s flannel shirt until she hit the fly of his jeans. She fumbled but finally released the top button and eased the zipper down enough to slip her hand inside.
Nima groaned, arching against her palm as her fingertips brushed over his hot, silky length.
“I love your touch.” His mouth lifted in a smile against her neck as his facial fur tickled and his hand slid up to cup and knead her breast. “A little voice in my head is ecstatically screaming, ‘Mari has her hand on my dick!’”
A giggle burst from Mari. She ignored the slight twinge from her ribs, too giddy to care as she squeezed and stroked his shaft. He was hot and heavy in her hand, and he was all hers. “What’s that voice going to say when you slide inside me, Nima? When I take your cock into my needy, wet pussy?”
Mari’s dirty taunting had the desired effect. Nima swore. “I’m setting you down,” he warned, as he gently lowered her onto her good foot. “But only long enough to yank your pants down your sexy thighs.” His hands were on her hips before she stopped him.
“Wait!” She dug in her pocket for a condom, then held the package up before grinning at Nima. “Now you may proceed yanking.”
With a sexy growl, Nima slid his hands inside the waistband of her pants and panties, running his calloused palms along her hips as he tugged her clothes out of the way.
While Mari clung to him for balance, her hand fisted in his shirt, Nima shoved his boxers and pants down his legs. Then his hot fingers glided between her thighs, and they both groaned. “You’re so wet.”
“For you, Nima,” she agreed, whimpering as he brushed her clit with the pad of his thumb.
“I’m slick for you, your thick, blue yeti cock that was made for me, and me alone.
” She sucked in a breath when his oversized finger teased her entrance, then pumped inside her.
He quickly added a second. Gods, she also liked his fingers. A lot. But she wanted more tonight.
As Nima thrust his fingers in and out of her with quick strokes, Mari wrapped her hand around the hot shaft that pulsed against her belly, his precum dampening her shirt. She stroked him twice, then rolled the condom down his length. “Now, Nima. I want you inside me now.”
He slid his fingers from her pussy, then palmed each of her ass cheeks. “I’m going to lift you,” he warned. The fierce grip of Nima’s hands on her bare backside, one wet from her own slick, made Mari even wetter.
“Do it,” she begged, and he raised her off the ground. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, her pants and panties trapped on her injured leg by her air cast. His hard length strained between their two bodies as he braced Mari against the wall.
Nima pulled back enough to notch himself at her entrance, then leaned in to brush his lips against hers. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he admitted between kisses as he eased the crown of his cock into her tight channel.
His fat head stretched her in the best way. She tightened her legs around him, her air cast thumping the back of his leg as she lowered herself onto him, gasping with pleasure as she took more of his length.
“You want all of me?” Nima teased as she threaded her fingers through the fur on the back of his head. “Your greedy little pussy wants this giant cock?”
“Yes,” she breathed, loving the sensation of being filled by him. “Please,” she begged as she wiggled against him, taking in more and more until Nima surged upward and bottomed out with a lusty groan.
“Oh, sweet, sweet Mari,” he rumbled, his deep voice sending vibrations through her. “You’re so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.” He kissed her again, holding still while her body adjusted to his length and thick girth.
This was no invasion. Mari welcomed Nima into her body, once again feeling whole as she joined with her yeti. Her one and only. “I love having you inside me,” she told him, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. “You complete me, Nima.” She traced her thumb across his cheek. “I love you.”
Nima’s heart threatened to burst from his chest at Mari’s declaration.
A week ago—hell, three days ago—he'd never thought he’d be balls deep in Mari again. At least, not outside of epic wet dreams. But here he was, in the hallway to her bedroom of all places, nailing the woman he loved against her own wall. And it was so. Fucking. Good.
Mari’s slick, eager pussy was bliss around his dick. Nothing would ever compare. Nothing. But it wasn’t simply the physical pleasure of it that made it so mind-blowing. It was loving Mari and being loved in return.
She claimed he completed her, and the same was true for him. “Mari,” he rasped, emotion straining his voice, “I haven’t felt this whole in ten long years. You are a part of me. I finally feel like myself again.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I love you too. I always have, and I always will.”
Mari kissed him back as their salty tears ran over eager lips.
Then Nima moved, pulling out and slowly thrusting into Mari’s tight heat as he pinned her to the wall. Her knees dug into his waist as she picked up his rhythm. “If this hurts,” he panted, “your ribs, ankle . . . anywhere. Tell me, I’ll stop.”
Mari tugged on the fur at the back of his head, the small sting only enhancing his pleasure. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She let out a hum of appreciation as he ground into her again. “It’s so good, Nima. So fucking good.” With a moan she added, “Faster.”
Nima growled as he increased his pace, the frame on the wall at Mari’s shoulder thumping in time with his thrusts.
He trusted Mari to tell him if it was too much, and gods, he wanted faster too.
Adjusting his grip, Nima wrapped one arm under Mari’s ass, freeing his other hand to slide beneath her shirt.
When he tweaked her rock-hard nipples through the fabric of her bra, Mari’s gasp of pleasure flooded him with satisfaction.
Later, when he had her laid out on her bed, he’d palm her whole breast, suck her nipples into his mouth and tease them with his sharp teeth to make her cry out.
“I’m close, Nima,” Mari moaned, “so close.” The desperate tone of her voice, her half-lidded eyes, and the way she pulsed around him nearly brought him to his peak as well.
Nima moved his hand downward, between Mari’s legs, finding her slick, swollen clit with the pads of his fingers. She cried out, her hands fisting in his fur, her knees locking against his hips as her pussy clamped around his cock while she came.
It was too much. Nima’s pace grew frantic. Mari’s sweet mewling mixed with his own satisfied growl as he thrust deep one last time, pulsing into her with his release, hips tipped forward as he climaxed inside this beautiful woman—the love of his life.
Nima rested his forehead against Mari’s. Tears had turned to sweat as they both panted.
Her warm breath fanned over his face as she said, “That was so good . . . for round one.”
Grinning, Nima pressed a quick peck to her smiling lips. “How many rounds are you up for, my love?”
“At least one more before we go to sleep. We can save the other condoms for Christmas day.”
“Mari?”
“Hmm?”
“It’s after midnight. It is Christmas Day.”
Mari giggled. “You fucked me right into Christmas?”
Nima huffed a laugh. “Maybe our new tradition?”
Mari drew back, fingertips brushing fur away from his forehead, gaze finding his in the dim hallway, lit only by the lights of the small Christmas tree. Their Christmas tree. “I look forward to a lifetime of new traditions with you, Nima.”
His heart swelled, and his eyes moistened again. “I do too, Mari. So much.”