Snowbound Curves Page 3

  “You're so sensitive, Christina.”

  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

  “Don’t be silly, I find it enchanting.”

  His fingers pressed a little firmer, and she tried to relax. Then his weight shifted again and she turned her head so she could watch out of the corner of her eyes as he knelt between her thighs. His head bent and the next thing she felt was his mouth covering her clit.

  He sucked on the little nub, his tongue flicking out to tease it. She felt his fingers press against her sex and knew he was going to finger her. He would find out she was a virgin and that would be an end to the evening. There was no way someone like Phil would find satisfaction with a woman so lacking in experience.

  He pushed his finger inside her gently, while his tongue slid down, and along the length of her slit before returning to slide over her clit. Her hips pushed upwards and she offered herself to him, wanting him to carry on. Her orgasm was so close again; she could feel it bubbling under the surface, waiting to be released.

  Two fingers were inside her now, spreading the walls of her sex. His mouth lapped at her clit, and she pushed her hands into his hair and pressed herself against his tongue. She couldn’t help pulling his hair as she neared her climax, and the urgency of her hands made his mouth rougher and more demanding.

  She suddenly realised she was whimpering, small cries of need. His fingers worked in and out, not going too deep, and then she understood, he did know she was a virgin. He must have guessed, and he didn’t want to break her. As her orgasm crashed into her she wondered if he would actually make love to her tonight, or if he had no desire to be the one to take the innocence from his best friend's sister.

  Her climax ebbed away, and her breathing became less laboured. Phil moved down the bed, kissing her thighs, and then went to retrieve something from his pants.

  “Now, before you jump to any conclusions, I just happened to have these on me. I had not planned to use them this weekend, but I’m always prepared.”

  “I know women throw themselves at you all the time.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “And I know you know I’m a virgin.”

  “It didn’t take much to work it out. And if you want it to stay that way, I’ll understand.”

  She glanced down at his huge cock, engorged with need. “It hardly seems fair to leave you like that.”

  He glanced down and then laughed. “You could always use your mouth.”

  Christina blushed bright red at the thought of giving him a blowjob. He laughed again. “I want you to be sure, Christina.”

  “I’ve never been surer. I’m scared, that's all.”

  He came to lie beside her, stroking her arm. “There's nothing to be scared of, we’ll take it real slow.”

  She turned on to her back and he moved between her thighs, his fingers sliding up and down her wet sex while his mouth claimed her nipple. He patiently aroused her again, taking his time to make sure she was completely ready; despite the way his cock seemed to be so solid, it must be painful.

  “It’s OK, Phil,” she said at last, her body aching with a need for him.

  “Sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  He put the condom on, and moved back between her thighs with his cock pressing against her outer lips. Very slowly, he moved forward, inching his way inside her. She felt him enter her sex, her muscles gripping him as he moved. Firmer now he pushed forward, and her inner walls stretched for him.

  Slowing she felt him press against her membrane, and then he thrust a little harder and a stinging sensation brought tears to her eyes. He paused and rocked gently inside her, his mouth coming down and covering hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth and he moved it in and out in the same rhythm.

  The pain passed and she relaxed, allowing Phil to penetrate her deeper and deeper. Christina never knew she could feel so full and not split. His thick cock filling her sex until she ached inside. Phil pulled out a little, and then thrust into her, only to pull back more and then plunge deeper.

  He repeated this, each time it became easier and more enjoyable. Then Christina began to enjoy him moving in and out. She at last understood what it was to make love to a man. She had a strong desire to be a participant in the act, instead of the bystander she had become.

  Her fingers stroked his back, and down over her ass, squeezing it lightly before running along his sides and finding his nipples. She pinched them lightly as he moved over her body, and his thrusts became harder. It would be fun to find out what made Phil tick. He might be one of the most eligible men in town, but he was still a man, with needs.

  His thrusts were rougher, and she knew he was struggling to remain in control, his patience and reserve beginning to slip. The thought of him coming inside her made her more aroused than she had ever been. She could satisfy him as well as any other women, she just needed practice.

  He jerked into her hard, a warm sensation filling her; he was coming, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Groaning he buried his face in her hair, and as her orgasm took her, she nipped his neck, and he thrust harder and deeper. Perhaps he would split her after all.

  Then she joined him in release, her body finding the same rhythm as his, and she pushed herself down onto him. His hand slid under her and he pulled her closer, she bent her knee and he circled his hips as he penetrated her, stretching her tight sex. She cried out, her hands once again on his ass, urging him deeper.

  They strained against each other, their bodies almost melded in their need. Christina's orgasm dimmed, and the ache in her sex grew more intense. It seemed her first time would leave her sore, but it would not put her off wanting him to take her again.

  Chapter Three

  When Christina woke in the morning, Phil was still fast asleep. She lay still watching the rise and fall of his chest. More than anything, she wanted to wake him and ask him if it had all been real, or whether it had all been for his entertainment.

  Yet she was too scared, and it was too late, she had given her virginity to him, and it was gone. All she could hope for was that he had been completely honest with her.

  After several minutes she could stand it no longer and got up. She went to the kitchen, made some tea, and then retrieved her laptop, deciding she would do what she always did when she wanted to escape her life, write.

  It was what she had always done, inventing places and characters and giving them happy lives with happy ever afters. So she took her tea and went to sit at the little table with her trusty computer. There was a story she had been planning in her head, and she might as well get as much done as she could while she was here, it had always been the place she found easiest to write.

  Christina switched on her laptop and opened a new file, and then sat there and looked at the blank page.

  This had never happened to her before; she had never suffered from writer's block, never. The more she tried to start the story the more everything she wrote sounded wrong. Panic took hold of her; this whole thing with Phil was playing too much on her mind. But what if having Phil in her life killed her need to write? On the other hand, was it simply her worrying getting in the way? If the whole thing was real, then she would be happy, and if not the pain would feed her talent.

  But what if there was a choice? Her writing or loving Phil. Maybe it had been the pain of never having a chance with someone like Phil that had fed her need to write. If he loved her and she was happy then her brain would not be able to conjure up those bitter sweet love stories that had made her so successful.

  Christina shook her head, and told herself she was being over dramatic, not something she usually suffered from. One thing for sure, Phil was changing her, love was changing her. The question was could she deal with these changes, and still be true to herself.

  Fed up of staring at the blank page she got up and went to make some fresh tea, taking two steaming mugs back to the bedroom. Putting the mugs down on the table next to the bed, she heard him stir. Looking around her heart caught in her
mouth, he was lying there looking at her, and smiling that heartbreakingly devastating smile of his.

  “Morning, you're up already. I hope you won’t mind coming back to bed.” He lifted the covers inviting her back into the warmth.

  “I thought I might make some breakfast,” she said, suddenly feeling shy of him.

  Last night it had all seemed so natural, she had believed everything he had said to her. This morning had brought a reality with it she did not like or understand. Already she was trying to push him away, to question his motives.

  “Oh.” He genuinely sounded disappointed. “I can’t even tempt you for five minutes?”

  His hand reached out and stroked her arm, sliding down to hold her hand and pull her gently to him. Christina sighed, who was she kidding, there was no way she could resist him. No way to safeguard her heart, she would simply have to hope this was not some snowy holiday romance that would disappear when they went back to reality.

  Sliding under the covers, her need for him consumed her, the warmth of his body igniting a different heat inside her.

  Even before he touched her, she was craving him, longing for him to penetrate her tight sex again and feel him deep inside her.

  Unbidden her hands touched him, initiating their lovemaking. Phil responded instantly, and his hands covered her breasts, drawing her robe off her shoulders.

  With complete access to them, he took his time, kneading them in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over her stiff peaks. Then finally lowering his head to suck the hard little bud into his mouth until Christina was writhing under his touch, whimpering and moaning in her need to feel him elsewhere.

  Lifting her leg and resting it over his thigh, she pressed herself against his stiff length. He groaned and pushed forward, his cock pressing against her sopping wet slit. Slowly he rubbed himself up and down, stimulating the whole of her sex until she throbbed in need for him.

  His hand cupped her bottom and held her against him, and she felt her orgasm rising, fighting to gain control of her. She was so close, when he stopped.

  “I want to come inside you Christina,” he said and she lay still waiting for him to put a condom on, shivering in anticipation when she heard the wrapper open and watched him slide the rubber over his stiff cock.

  He lay her on her back and moved between her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit until she squirmed under him. Only then, when he knew she was ready did he press forward until he breached her outer lips and slid into her tightness. Once again, he stopped and allowed her to get used to the wide girth of him. To Christina it still felt uncomfortable, but she tried to relax. It worked and very slowly, he pushed further, her muscles gripping him every inch of the way.

  “Oh, you are incredibly tight.”

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, hiding her face.

  “Hey,” he said, lifting her head and looking into her eyes. “That is not a criticism. If anything it’s a bonus, you have no idea how good it feels to have you wrapped around me so tightly.”

  Christina loved the way he seemed to enjoy her body after all the years he had spent criticising and teasing her. It still seemed slightly unreal that this whole thing had stemmed from a misunderstanding because of her brother. Then as Phil began to move in and out of her, she forgot all about everything apart from the man making love to her, and the wonderful sensations he drew from her body.

  Phil pulled out of her and slowly slid back in, she closed her eyes and turned her head, too overcome with emotion.

  “Open your eyes and look at me Christina, I want to watch you come for me.”

  His words were so intimate, so personal, and for someone like Christina who had spent her whole life trying to hide away, so hard to comply with. Nevertheless, she did, finding strength to match this man moving deep inside her, because she knew if she wanted to have him in her life she would have to give part of herself to him, no matter what the cost.

  Her climax grew, and his thrusts became harder, he lowered his head and sucked on her nipples, licking her breasts until her body was one mass of sensations all competing to be the one that pushed her over the edge.

  He penetrated her completely now with each stroke, and even an inexperienced woman like Christina knew he was close to his own orgasm. However, she teetered on the edge, unable to let go.

  His mouth closed around her nipple and he sucked hard, his tongue rolling over it again and again, she arched her back, at the almost unbearable onslaught, and her mound pushed up and met his body as he moved.

  It was the way his body brushed her clit that took her over the edge, she cried out, clutching at him as she came. With a groan he spurted deep inside her, his cock throbbing as the condom filled with his warm seed.

  Again and again, he impaled her completely, sliding his hand under her and pulling her close as he strove to plunge as deep as he could inside her. His thrusts became less hard, instead he used short jerks to push deeper and deeper. Yet the thought of him needing her so much, of her body being able to satisfy him so completely was intensely arousing, and despite her soreness at his invasion, she met him stroke for stroke until he was spent.

  Finally, his body sagged, the tension leaving him completely, and he rolled off her a little and held her close to him, his cock still inside her.

  “That was so intense, Christina, I don’t know what you do to me, but it’s incredible.”

  “Please don’t tease me.”

  “I’m not,” he said and saw the pain on her face. “Is that what you think, that I’m making this whole thing up?”

  “A little,” she said, again turning away from him.

  He turned her back, and used his weight to make her stay put. She struggled under him, too ashamed to look at him. However, he was not going to let this go.

  “I wouldn’t do that, Christina, not to anyone, but least of all not to you. I promise you everything I have said is true. When I make love to you its so easy, so simple, no ulterior motives, just you and me.”

  “It’s so hard after all of these years, after everything that's been said; to let it all go and believe this is true.”

  “Well, you had better start believing, because I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I know you mean that now, but what about when we go back to reality, when the snow clears and we go home. You'll go back to your life and I’ll go back to mine.”

  “That’s not true, please, Christina, have a bit more faith in me.”

  “What about Craig? If he doesn’t approve, if he tries to turn you against me, what then?”

  “I know what he told me you said isn't true, I’ll confront him about it, I swear.”

  “But would you be willing to give up your friendship with him, for me? Would you be willing to give up your lifestyle for me? I’m not one of your usual women, Phil.”

  “I know. That’s what I love about you so much,” he said, stroking her back, soothing her threatening tears.

  All Christina heard was the word love. Yet she could not believe he could love her, not really. Her mind was in turmoil, she had spent all her life being the fat girl, the one no one really bothered about. Now faced with the incredibly handsome and fit Phil telling her he loved her she was overwhelmed with disbelief, mainly in herself.

  “I want to believe you, Phil. But I don’t know how.” Her tears erupted at last, rolling down her face.

  She tried to pull away from him, but he held her tightly, cradling her to him. He did not try to arouse her, not that she needed much persuasion, he simply comforted her.

  “I promise you, I will be loyal to you now, and I’ll try my hardest to make up for all the things I’ve said to hurt you. I can only say I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” He stroked her hair, and kissed her gently on the forehead, she knew most men hated women crying, well her brother did anyway, he had no time for such emotions, but Phil lay with her until her sobbing stopped.

  “Let’s go cook breakfast, that'll make you feel better.” He rolled out of bed
and quickly pulled on pants and a shirt with a sweater over the top. It was cold in the cabin, and he headed out to get the wood burner going while she dressed.

  Her head still felt groggy, and she wondered how she would ever get any work done like this. The problem was she was scared of letting herself believe Phil, after all the years of animosity between them she did not know if it was possible to let go and move on. The baggage she had carried with her all her life was so heavy, but it was only now, confronted with it head on, did she realise how much it had been weighing her down. It was not right that she had never had adult relationships; she had lived her life as a coward, hiding in her work.

  As she finished dressing she knew that it had to stop, she had to take on the mantle of one of her characters and get on with her life. Experience carried with it the risk of pain and hurt, but it also contained such wonderful possibilities. Now was her time, her chance to live and experience all life had to offer, so she wiped her tears and pulled on her slippers, and went to start the rest of her life, and to enjoy everything it chucked at her.

  The first thing it chucked at her was scrambled eggs and bacon, washed down with more tea and toast. By the time they were stood side by side washing up she felt so much better, as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She had carried the weight unknowingly. Her only misgivings were whether it was this emotional baggage that had given her the need to write. With it gone, would her talent go too?

  “What are you planning on doing today?” Phil asked, breaking into her thoughts.

  They had already checked the snow, and even though it had stopped, there was certainly no way they were leaving the cabin today. Phil had volunteered to clear the path so they could get out to their cars, and then he planned to scrape the snow off them too. It was in the hope the snow might clear enough for them to venture down the mountain in the next couple of days. They had discussed leaving in Phil’s vehicle, it was a 4x4 so had the best chance of getting them down safely. They would come back for Christina's car when it was safe, but she hated the idea of going home and being car less, she relied on it so much. At least that was what she told herself. In truth, she was happy to stay under the spell of the snow, tucked up here alone with Phil.