Oh Snowy Night

Trish’s jaw drops and truth be told, mine would be on the floor, too, if I didn’t clench my teeth together. Maybe when Faith said she wanted to fuck, what she really meant was she wanted to be loved. It’s only been a day and most people would say that you can’t fall in love like that, but I knew the moment I saw her that she was the one for me. For me, given that all I really know is lines of code, how trees grow, and that Bear is the best dog in the world, fucking her was the way to tell her that I loved her. But Faith needed to see it. I didn’t make the decorations, paint the bulbs, and chop down the tree to make her fall in love with me; I did it because I wanted her to be happy.

I take her hand and lift it to my mouth. “I love you, Faith.”

This time her jaw drops. “Y-you love me?”

“Yeah.” I turn off the burner, pull the fork from her hand, and nod toward Trish. “There’s keys to my truck hanging by the back door. If you’re out of here in the next five minutes, you can keep the truck and I’ll wire you a hundred grand before the end of the day.”

“You will n—“

I lay my mouth down on Faith’s and kiss away her protest. My bank account has so many zeros, I could’ve written Trish a ten figure check and not felt it. Besides, no amount is too high to get some alone time with Faith. I lift her in my arms and carry her down the hallway to the bedroom. I don’t know if Trish leaves. I don’t really care. What I do know is that I love Faith and I need to show her how much—not just with Christmas decorations and pancakes and food for her cat, but with my body.

I lay her down on the bed and peel away from her. “I don’t want to fuck you, Faith,” I say. “I want to love you.”

“Oh,” is her soft reply, followed swiftly by a punch in the arm. “Why didn’t you say that?”

I rub the spot where she made contact. “What was the punch for?”

“Why were you always asking me to—“ She makes a small motion with her fist.

I swallow a burst of laughter at her shyness. Barely twenty-four hours ago, I had my face buried between her legs and my tongue up her cunt but she can’t bring herself to say fucking and there’s something so endearing about that. I want to snatch her up into my arms and kiss her until she’s red from want and laughter. “You wanted revenge sex. I wanted to give that to you, but also because you’re so fucking hot that sometimes the only thing I can think about is tasting you, feeling you.”

She peeks up through her eyelashes. “No one’s felt that way about me before.”

“Better not or I’d have to kill him.” I tug at her shirt. She lets me pull it off.

“Is that how you feel about Ben?”

“Best not say his name in our bed.” Her bottoms come off next.

“Oh, what will happen if I do?” She teases as she helps me off with my clothes.

“Everyone needs to know that you’re mine so I’ll have to mark you here.” I draw a heart across her chest. “And here.” I move lower to where her panties shield her sex. “And even here.” I reach for her toes.

“What about here?” She taps her lips.

I cup her chin. “Especially there.”

I kiss her hard then, because it’s been a while since I’ve had my mouth on her. I reach down and stroke her pussy through her underwear. She’s wet and ready against my fingers. I slide underneath the elastic and press inside. The gasp that escapes her fires inside of my body. My dick hangs heavy between my legs.

Foreplay, I tell myself. I need to do some foreplay but my cock aches and the need to take her, claim her as my own is overwhelming. I break from her mouth, slide my lips across her jaw. “I have to take you now.”

It’s not a demand but a plea. Her lips curve up as she nods. “Hold on to me.” I take my weighty cock in my hands and press it against her wet, hot core. She’s tight—so tight that I think I’m not going to fit. Her fingernails dig into my skin. “It’s going to be okay,” I tell her although I’m not positive it will be. She’s so tiny.

“Do you get smaller?”

“Nah.” If anything, I’m growing larger with each second that I spend with my tip surrounded by her heat. I take her mouth again, kissing her in reassurance, in promise, in love. She meets me with the same passion and I slide in a little farther and then a bit more until I’m fully seated. My muscles are aching from the effort to hold back. Sweat has formed on my chest and forehead. Her nails have created divots in my skin.