Naughty or Nice

15. Henry

15

HENRY

DECEMBER 18

A king bed. A fucking king-sized bed. I love curling up with Rora anywhere, but we’re somewhat limited in her twin bed. The things we could do with this much space…

There’s no power, but Rora promises that’s normal up here at this time of year, and setting the generator up would involve going back out into the snow. We have plenty of candles, lanterns, and an open fire to keep us warm inside. I’ve slept in far less comfortable places over the years.

I may not be able to see the view, but inside the cabin is picturesque. It’s bigger than I expected: two bedrooms, a little kitchen, a surprisingly modern bathroom, and an open-plan living room that’s taken up mostly by a large squishy sectional and the bed that’s calling my name.

“I come up here whenever I’m home, and Charlie and Kate use it the rest of the year,” Rora explains as we make the bed up with soft flannel sheets.

Our dinner is reheating in a pot over the fire, and we stuck a couple of bottles of hard cider in the snow outside to chill.

Once the bed is made, Rora lies down, patting the space beside her.

I stretch out with a groan, twining our fingers together, holding our hands up and watching the shadows dance on the ceiling. “Thank you for bringing me here. I love it. ”

She rolls onto her front, propping her head up on her hands so she’s facing me, her eyes bright in the way I’ve come to recognize as Rora’s version of smiling. I want to commit her expression to memory, burn it behind my eyelids, so I’ll still be able to recall every detail of her in six months when these weeks together feel so far away.

“You haven’t even seen my favorite part yet. We’ll have to wake up early,” she warns.

“I can handle early if I get to wake up with you, sugar.”

“Charmer.” Rora glances over her shoulder at the pot on the fire. “How long until dinner is hot enough?” Her eyes are full of mischief when she turns back, her pupils dilated and cheeks turning pink before my eyes.

I’m pretty sure dinner is almost ready; the scent of ginger, lime, and coconut is already permeating the cabin. My mouth is watering, but not for the Khao Soi bubbling away.

I stand up, the bed creaking, and cross the room. I use the heatproof glove to lift the pot from the grate above the fire and set it on the stone hearth a foot or so away from the flames. Close enough to stay warm, not so close that it’ll burn while we’re distracted. Because I plan on getting plenty distracted.

I tug Rora to the end of the bed, and she lifts her gorgeous ass in the air so I can pull off her leggings and underwear and toss them aside. I drop to my knees and spread her thighs, devouring her.

She whimpers, pushing back against my face. Her body falls forward against the mattress, her knees threatening to give way. She looks over her shoulder, desperation etched on her face when I pull back and stand up. I walk around the bed, shedding my clothes and tossing my wallet on the nightstand. Rora’s eyes follow me every step of the way, her pupils growing.

I lie down and crook my index finger, beckoning her. “Get over here and ride my face, sugar. ”

Rora inhales, licking her lips as she slowly crawls up the bed. She kneels beside me, hesitating. “I … I’ve never done this.”

Fuck. Knowing I’m the first person she’s doing this with… Why is that so hot ?

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.” I sit up and peel her shirt over her head, taking care to graze every inch of skin with my fingertips as I go.

She’s blazing hot, her breaths coming short and fast. Rora unclips her bra and throws it to the side before I have the chance. I lean in and circle her nipple with my tongue, tugging gently with my teeth until she’s squirming.

I lie back down. “C’mere.”

Rora takes a deep breath before swinging her leg over me and hovering above my face. Beautiful mountains surround Wintermore, but this view outdoes them all.

“Fuck, Rora…” I reach up and grip her hips. “Such a pretty, perfect cunt. I need to taste you, baby.”

She squeaks as I pull her down and flick my tongue over her clit, teasing her with quick, sporadic licks until the tension eases from her and she sinks down further. And then I snap. Rolling her hips, I devour her. I swear I could get drunk on the taste of her—salty and sweet and mine . I pull her forward so I can press my tongue inside her, and she cries out, her hands slamming against the wall.

She’s riding me on her own now, so I release my hold on her, sliding my hands down her ass and spreading her. I draw my pinky through her cheeks, teasing her pussy until it’s nice and wet, then circle her ass.

“Oh. Oh fuck. Yes ,” she cries, moving faster over my mouth.

That’s my girl . I press just the tip of my pinky inside her, very aware that I have big hands. That’s all it takes for Rora to freeze, screaming my name as she shakes and comes on my face. I don’t stop, licking every drop of her orgasm, savoring her.

God, let her be the death of me . It would be a fucking honor.

I lift her down my body until she’s straddling my hips. Grabbing my wallet, I pull out a condom and Rora takes it, tearing into it with her teeth. My skin is crackling with electricity, and I swear I could come just from her rolling the condom over my cock.

I lift her hips so she’s positioned perfectly to sink down onto me, and she holds onto the headboard, sinking down slowly with a happy sigh. She feels fucking incredible, her pussy clenching around me. But the sight of her with her head thrown back, sweat glimmering on her chest, her face slack with pleasure, is almost too much to bear. And when she starts riding me… Fuck. I almost can’t process the fact that I’m here and she’s on top of me, and this is actually happening.

Every rise and crash of her body against mine feels like heaven, her thighs trembling around me. She can only sit so high up, but she rolls her hips with each movement, and I think my soul might soar out of my body.

“Damn, baby. Look at you. You’re taking me so well.”

She responds by drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and riding me faster, harder. I fist the covers, agonizing pleasure lashing me. Rora tilts forward slightly and gasps as she sits back down on my cock.

“Oh god. Fuck, fuck— Henry ,” she cries, coming around my cock with an expression of sheer bliss.

More. I need to see more.

Her movements slow as her orgasm clashes through her, so I grab her ass, moving her over my cock. She falls forward, and I wrap my arms around her.

Her eyes flicker open, hazy and blissed out.

“Give me one more, sugar,” I murmur, and they widen.

“I can’t. I… Fuck, ” she gasps as I fuck her harder, her eyes rolling back.

“’Course you can, baby.”

She whimpers but nods, clasping my face.

“Atta girl.”

Whether I can hold out for a second longer is another story. She feels fucking incredible.

Rora takes my lips in a clumsy kiss, and the second my tongue brushes hers, she falls apart, shattering into pieces and taking me right alongside her. I cry her name and she cries mine, and they meet somewhere in the middle where our lips are still pressed together.

Rora’s bangs stick to her face, her cheeks are bright scarlet, and she’s never looked more beautiful.

And I’ve never wanted to stop time more than I do right now. I want to stay here, in this moment, for as long as I can, wrapped around Rora, just like it should be.