29. Reflections
twenty-nine
Reflections
I ’m spent.
The game. Erika. Both of them exceeding any expectations, and the reality of her —better than fantasy.
Never have I experienced anything as sensual as us watching ourselves just now.
That was new. And unintended.
We were just watching the snowfall—until she saw our reflection in the glass. Her face when she noticed… eyes raking over our bodies in the window drawing mine in to follow. I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Looking down at her resting on my chest, I comb her hair with my fingers, sweeping it away from her ear and whisper, “You want to sleep on the mountain of blankets in front of the fire? You might be more comfortable in bed.”
Nuzzling deeper into my neck, she responds with her eyes closed. Her voice low and soft like velvet muttering out of her swollen lips. “Here, with the wonderful fire and the tree.”
“Done. But, with a bathroom or shower break.” I scoop her into my arms, striding for the bedroom. Her smile hikes above my shoulder to peek at the scene behind us and around the hallway as she takes the rest of my place in.
“Oh,” Erika gasps as she gawks at my bed. Her eyes drift from the California King to meet my gaze. “You could get lost in that thing. It’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.”
“Had to have one long enough. It’s seven feet.” I can’t help but smirk as I cut my eyes toward hers.
“Umm hmm.” She bites both lips as her eyes twinkle at me.
My head tilts back. God, she makes me laugh.
I set her feet down on the tile bathroom floor and she looks around with slight reservation. “Leave, so I can clean up?”
I nod and head back to the living room to secure the fireplace.
After tossing two large oak logs into the fire and covering it with the screen, I head back down the hallway.
My heart drums in my chest like thunder as I stride to my bedroom knowing she’s in there.
Fuck . You’d think we hadn’t just spent the last several hours doing just that.
The bathroom mirrors are steamed from the hot shower.
Erika’s inside, standing underneath the strong stream of water.
All I see through the glass door and fog is her form.
Full breasts, her smooth stomach dipping into the deep curve of her cinched waist and round hips.
With her head tilted back, her dark hair falls down to her lower back.
She is a vision.
Already naked, I open the door and join her.
Erika blinks her eyes tightly and opens them to look up at me.
Water drops from her long lashes onto her cheeks as she shifts a nervous step back, taking me all in.
We’ve been naked all night, but this feels different.
The shower beats steadily and loud down her back, my chest and the tiled floor.
A tension rod connects my gaze down to hers, and I’m somehow the one feeling exposed.
She sucks in a tight breath and reaches for the shampoo.
The water sprays off her shaking arm, as she wraps her fingers around the plastic.
My hand closes on top of hers as I pull the bottle slowly from her.
For the first time since sliding under the water with her, our eyes break contact, and she turns giving her back to me.
Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she waits.
Pouring shampoo into my hand, I watch the water stream over her shoulders, sliding across her firm, full tits. My gaze follows the water sliding down her body…
Fuck.
My hands thread through her hair creating suds, and I can’t keep from pulling her to me. Our wet bodies slide against each other, and she turns to face me.
Erika lathers soap, rubbing it over my chest. I try to swallow a moan when her hands find the small of my back, gently grazing my ass.
Her trailing fingers leave my back, sliding around front. She grabs my already hard cock, rubbing her soapy hand up and down the shaft.
Not hard. Not fast. She keeps her warm hand tight around me, slowly massaging, then begins to stroke back and forth, back and forth…
I may explode.
Bending to her knees—she shocks the shit out of me, taking my cock in her mouth. Fisting. Pumping. Sucking.
I have to brace myself with each hand on a tile wall as I let my head tip back and I moan.
She sucks hard, twirling her tongue, fisting me tight, still stroking me. Then turquoise eyes hit mine, staring up from black lashes—
I grab her, lifting her high enough to slip her legs around my waist. “I have to get a condom.”
Carrying her from the steamy shower—the bathroom is nothing but a fog cloud—I grab a towel to cover the cold counter before I put her on it, wipe the mirror with another towel and flip on the exhaust fan.
“I want to watch again,” she whispers into my neck.
Pink tints her cheeks as she waits for my reaction. “I’d never done that before… like we did in the window.”
Opening a drawer, I grab and sheath a condom, slide her off the counter and turn her to the mirror.
Dark blue eyes trace her own body in the glass before us as she tilts forward, and I watch her pert nipples press to the marble counter.
Her trepidation over pressing herself all the way down or not to honor keeping her eyes on my reflection is scandalous.
I nod at her as one hand finds her hip pressing her ass to me.
My other hand fists my cock and lines my tip up to her entrance.
Brows wince together on both our parts as my tip presses through her.
She’s so unbelievably wet. Holding back to keep from thrusting so deep I get to watch it drip down her thighs in more agony than a man can take, but her face—her fucking face as she bites her bottom lip to no avail and lets out a whimper.
I push in as deep as she can take me, letting out a groan that would wake the dead.
It’s a damn good thing I don’t have neighbors.
Losing my mind, I fuck her with a slow intensity so raw and visceral, I have no idea where it comes from or how I have it left in me.
I’m watching her watch us as we move together.
“Oh, Kourt,” her words escape, as her eyes flutter shut.
I pick up speed, driving like a madman. Her eyes come back to meet mine. Her body trembles as her walls throb around me as she cries out again, coming on my cock.
Pulling out, I’m pulsing as I slide the condom off and explode, releasing on her lower back and ass. A small beat infiltrates the impossibly steamy bathroom long enough for us to catch our breath.
“Do you like my hot load dripping off your back?” I lean down and whisper into her ear.
Erika turns to find me. “I want it dripping from everywhere.”
Fuck me.
If that doesn’t bring us both to our fucking knees on the tile floor.
Her lips crash into mine, and there it is…
Heat balloons inside me, through my entire body, she fucking sets my skin on fire.
We fall into a frenzy devouring each other’s faces in a kiss that has more teeth gnashing than lips touching.
Sinking her body to mine, we slow our kiss to something sane and reasonable.
She licks her swollen lips and pulls away, looking back at me alarmed.
I grab her face and bring her lips back to mine.
As hard as I am again, and as many times as we’ve done it tonight, the last thing on my mind is fucking.
It’s her .
Where has she been all this time? It’s her I’m thinking of. How she took me by complete surprise. How she upended my life. Her wit that makes my mind sharper, her dreams that are contagious, and the way she’s got my fucking heart if I’m not careful.
Outside, the world is white. That gentle snow that fell earlier has turned into a whiteout.
I toss a hickory log on the fire, stoking it. Nothing burns hotter than hickory. The flames lap at my hands as I stir the fire. It needs oxygen to burn the way Erika wants it to burn—like in a Christmas movie.
A soft hand lands on mine as she rolls toward me, awakened from the crackle of the fire. Erika blinks up at me and smiles, her eyes shimmering from the flames.
“I must have dozed off.” Her voice is low and raspy as she holds one of the thirty blankets laid out tight to her chest, covering her perfect tits.
“Look.” I whisper and point out the living room window trying not to disturb the moment.
Her eyes lift to the white, heavenly powder that has become our view.
The expression she wears is illegible until I watch her lips purse together and come apart again in a tiny whisper, “Christmas.”
She says it to the view from our fort of blankets in front of the fire. I grab a remote from my end table and hit power on my stereo. I hit several arrows forward, then press play.
Bing Crosby’s White Christmas wafts into the living room. Gently, and much slower than I’ve ever seen her move, Erika pries her eyes from the white window to meet mine. “Kourt.”
“Umm. Umm.”
“You do love Christmas.” She says it as a fact, not a question.
“Umm. Umm.” I nod slowly, a partial smirk melting into a genuine smile as I slide under the blankets with her. Well past the point of exhaustion, our naked bodies mold together as she drifts to sleep in my arms to the music and the fire.
The heat of the fire almost blisters my face combined with the morning sun.
Rolling away from the fireplace, I see heeled boots and black tights under a familiar maroon sweater dress.
A purse and keys are gathered on the end table and several askew blankets have been folded neatly for me to put away.
Erika slides over to my side of the pallet. God, she’s gorgeous looking down from above me. I’m betting we fucked and showered every ounce of make-up off her face, and I know I didn’t finish shampooing her hair thoroughly, yet here she is smiling at me as beautiful as when I brought her here.
“Good morning, Kourt.” She blinks down at me cool as a cucumber.
A grin saturates my face, and I shake my head in sheer marvel and disbelief as I pull her on top of me. She wrestles to sit up straddling me, and I grab her hands.
“I thought I made it clear the living room was a no clothing zone.”
“You also promised me bacon and eggs, but I’m afraid your alarm clock didn’t make it clear that it’s after seven a.m.”
“Wait, what? You’re kidding?”
“You’ve got school, right?” She looks concerned, and it’s very cute the way she waits for me to flip out and race to get dressed.
She just wants to be right, and she is, only today’s first period is my conference period since we don’t have morning practice this last week. That, and something else just woke up.
“Oh my God, Kourt. You’re going to be late, and I’m not going to be able to walk straight until Christmas.” She protests but she still adjusts to my erection underneath her.
I’m naked under the blanket from last night, and I’m not leaving until she comes again.
“We’re not leaving here until I watch you come on my cock again.
” There. I said it out loud in case my hard cock beneath the crotch of her tights didn’t make it clear enough.
“Please. Now I want to watch.” I slide the blanket down from covering my erection, so I can feel her directly on me.
“But I’m already dressed.”
“Not a problem.” Her fingers lace tightly through mine as I squeeze our hands together.
She balances above me, baby blues staring into me, and I feel her getting wet through her tights.
Letting go of her hands I bring mine down to her hips and drag her up and back down my shaft.
The friction from the thin fabric of her tights making me harder as she sweeps back and forth along my cock.
She’s still looking at me in disbelief, until her breath gets shorter.
I’m going to be chafed from this dry hump, but watching her on top of me like this is worth it.
Erika moans and throws her head back. She sucks in a deep breath and looks back down at me. Her eyes are wide as I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks through her clothes. “You’re so big, Kourt.”
“Use it. Come for me baby. Come on my cock.”
The pink in her cheeks gets darker and she almost hums as she rides my shaft.
A soft whimper spreads her sweet lips apart as she arches her back and comes.
I work quickly, sinking my hand into the waistband of her tights, and palming her throbbing, wet pussy.
Swiping as much as her arousal as I can, I stroke that hand up and down my pulsing cock about to explode myself.
Erika watches my face, my eyes fixed on hers, as she surprises me and brings those pink lips down to the tip of my cock. Wrapping them around my head she makes me come immediately. I release into her mouth and watch her swallow every drop.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
“I suppose after that, you’re going to tell me I have to drive you home?” I jump off the floor and reach around for clothes to dive into, scooping her into my arms the moment she turns her back to grab her things.
“Get dressed!” She slaps my naked ass, as I pivot away from her.
The sexiest woman alive just swallowed my load.
Not because she wanted to impress me, not because she wanted to trap me into a relationship, and not because she’s somebody’s granddaughter trying to land the infamous widowed bachelor-basketball coach.
Blitzen High is out of their mind if they don’t think I’m showing up smelling like her.
To be fair, I can shower and change in the locker room before my first class, but right now, I’m wearing her on me.
“Wait… Is that a tattoo?” She tilts her head down to the back of me staring at my only tattoo.
“We’ve been naked all night and somehow I never saw that.” She looks up at me oddly. “Number three,” she mutters almost to herself.
“Surely you saw it on my Jersey. I’ve always been number three. It’s my—”
“Lucky number,” she says it for me.
“What?”
“Nothing. Actually, you’ll have to drop me downtown. I had an errand to run before the game, so I met Ellis at town square, and we drove from there. I didn’t let him pick me up from home.”
“You didn’t.” I can’t stop looking at her. An insane smile on my face.
“Are you blushing?” she asks, but she’s the one with raspberry cheeks. If I’m blushing it’s because she referred to her place as ‘home,’ not Josie’s.