"I hope you're quick at packing," I mumble and lick slowly along her lips, which are wet and swollen with arousal.
Olivia doesn't speak, only groans and moans while I tongue her hard and raw. That isn't enough for me, so quickly shoving my pants open with one hand, I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke slow. The broad head weeps in arousal and excitement as I align with the pink opening to heaven.
Unable to wait a moment longer, I thrust hard inside of her and allow my body to be overcome with lust at the feel of Olivia wrapped around me. Her body sucks and squeezes my cock to the point that I'm about to come. The moment Olivia pulsates hard, pushing her ass against me, I let go. My release explodes through my body and all Olivia can do is hold on as my hips pummel her into the bed.
She pants beneath me as I collapse over her, but I don't have the strength to move. My cock is cocooned in the heat of her body and I have no wish to leave, however, I don't have a choice if we are going to make our flight to Boston.
Groaning, I roll to my side, hissing when I slide free of her body. My cock is semi-hard, and glistening as I lie back on the bed, raising myself on my elbows so I can see the state I'm in; pants around my thighs, hard cock pulsing.
"I need to move." Olivia moans and crawls up the bed, her eyes holding mine before they move down my body.
My body has it's own mind and jerks hard with Olivia's gaze on it.
"You need to hold that thought." She presses a quick kiss to my lips before moving from the bed to the bathroom. "I'm going to quickly shower and pack. I'll be ready in ten minutes."
Rolling my eyes, I laugh.
No way will she be ready in ten minutes.
I'm proved wrong. Olivia McKenzie was ready with twenty-six seconds remaining on the clock. She'd showered, dressed, and packed. Quicker than me. We’d just made our flight to Boston Logan where we collected the hire car; a nice big SUV with every damn thing I could think of added, including proper tires for the weather we're currently heading towards.
The clouds are dark and so thick with snow that I'm a bit worried we might not make it to Stowe. With the glances Olivia keeps giving me I think she's having the same thoughts, even though neither of us have voiced our concerns.
Glancing over at Olivia, she's chewing on her bottom lip, so I take one hand from the steering wheel and hold Olivia's much smaller one. "We'll be there soon."
"I hope so. The weather doesn't look too good. I'd much rather be snowed in, in a hotel room with you than out here in the car."
"I'm used to driving in hard snow. I don't particularly like it, but I'm used to it." I bring her hand to my face and press a kiss to her palm. "I promise. You're safe with me."
She gives a loud sigh and finally settles, giving me my hand back. "You hold on to that. You can touch me as much as you want to once we've stopped."
"I'll hold you to that."
Her lips curve to one side in a teasing smile. "I just bet you will."
As it turns out, we make it to the resort in mild snow, only for it to turn to white out conditions the moment we pull into the lot.
21
Olivia
The Stoweflake Mountain Resort is gorgeous. The room has a large fire place, which is already lit and more firewood sits in a basket to the side. The bed is large enough to have a party and we have a small sitting area that looks out into a courtyard. Nothing can be seen right now because of the heavy snow, it's blinding. I'm just happy we made it here before the worst of the weather hit.
I turn to Geary as he enters the room after having gone back to the SUV for our luggage. My eyes widen at the sight of him and I rush over to help him with the luggage and to remove his jacket, which is covered in the snow.
"It's bad outside," he comments. "So damn glad we made it here."
"Me too." I take his hands into mine and try to rub some warmth into them. "Go sit by the fire and warm up." I move him over and push him into one of the chairs already set out.
"Yes, Ma'am," he mumbles, smiling. "I think I could get used to you looking after me."
I roll my eyes. "I know it works both ways with you, so that wouldn't be a problem." Grinning, I turn to the luggage and start unpacking so that Geary can't see how much I enjoyed his words, or how sexy he looks right now.
He's wearing a thick sweater and with the scruff on his face and the heat from the fire making his cheeks rosy, he looks delicious.
He clears his throat. "While you're thinking about me, we also need to think about eating. Cheeseburger and fries sounds good."
“I could eat.” I toss my clothes into the closet, not really caring where they end up and close the door. “I’m ready.”