Holly and Snowflakes Pt. 02

Holly could feel his breath fanning her face, feel every hard exhale as he tried to control his breathing, as she still struggled to catch her own breath. A tiny cry escaped her parted lips when she felt the tip of his cock slide against her exposed and sensitive clitoris, moaning as he drew it lower to nudge it up against her entrance. She opened her eyes, looking deep into his, her gasp turning to a whimper as he pushed forward, stretching her open with the swollen head of his cock, her raised hips making it easier to accept him as he buried himself deep inside of her with a strong push of his hips, a throaty moan escaping her as he rubbed over that spot inside her that immediately had her spiraling towards an orgasm faster than she wanted. Damn, he knew what he was doing to her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into the backs of his thighs and, as he slid his hot palms over hers and laced their fingers together, she curled hers around the back of his hands, holding onto him. Her gaze locked with his as he drew his hips back until just the swollen head was nestled inside her, gasping as another long, deep thrust stroked her sweet spot, causing her body to shudder hard and a tiny cry to escape her, and she dug her nails into his hands and her heels deep into the taut muscles of his thighs, pulling him in tighter. "Gabe," she cried, gasping for breath.

Gabe buried his cock deep with another smooth thrust of his hips, groaning as she dug in to hold on, feeling her body shake hard under his as her raised hips aligned her just right so he could slide along her wet walls and hit the right spot with every thrust. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple as he flexed his hips, pushing deeper. "That's my good girl. Hold on tight. This is gonna be a hard ride," he growled in her ear as he pulled his hips back and thrust into her hard and deep, hearing her gasp, feeling her tighten her hold on him with her hands, legs and drenched pussy. He drove into her harder, her moans filling his ear as she dug her heels into his ass and arched even higher, taking him as deep as she could.

He let go of one of her hands and curled his hand around the curve of her neck and shoulder, holding her tight as his powerful thrusts rocked her body hard, groaning as her wet walls gripped him tight, her unrestrained cries of desire growing louder and louder as her quivering thighs clenched tighter around his waist. Her body started to shake under him as more of her creamy juices coated him as he banged into her sweet spot with every hard thrust, forcing her closer and closer to orgasmic bliss till she was clinging tighter to him, trying to fight it. "Cum for me," he growled in her ear, pushing his swollen cock deep and holding it there for a few seconds before thrusting hard again, pushing her towards orgasm before his own started bearing down on him. "Let me feel it."

Holly locked her free hand around his wrist, her nails digging deep into his skin, pulling hard on his arm as he clenched the muscles to bear her exertion. A rush of creamy juices saturated her core and she cried out as every hard, deep thrust of his thick cock stroked her nerve-filled tissues, as the swollen head rubbed over that spot inside her that had her rushing headfirst towards an orgasm that was stronger than any of the other ones he had ever given her. She struggled to catch her breath as every deep thrust jarred her body, as every hard stroke fanned the flames of desire for this man that burned inside her.

She started to shake under him as he fucked her hard, her juices seeping out of her and trickling down onto his scrotum as his cock hit that spot inside her, tugging her wet flesh with every deep thrust. A long, drawn-out moan escaped her as he held his cock deep inside her for a few seconds before thrusting hard again. His sweaty chest dragged over her hard nipples and she locked her ankles behind his back, tucked her forehead against his sweaty neck and held on as the tension built and built inside her until she couldn't bear it anymore and she screamed right before she sank her teeth into the hard ridge of muscle along his shoulder, her body convulsing under his as her powerful orgasm seized her hard, a surge of juices coating his cock and running out of her as wave after blissful wave rolled through her.

"Fuck," Gabe hissed through gritted teeth when she bit down on his shoulder as she succumbed to her intense orgasm, her entire body shaking harder than he had felt before. He slid his hand from her shoulder to curl his fingers in her hair and pressed his lips to her temple as he held himself deep inside her as her pelvic muscles clenched and released his throbbing cock as her orgasm peaked and waned. He pulled his hips back, slowly thrusting into her, easily sliding deep along her drenched walls, feeling the second wave as she tightened around him again, her nails biting into his skin. "That's my good girl. Keep cumming," he growled in her ear, pushing deep as she trembled, sobbing against his shoulder.

He clenched his teeth as his own orgasm started to claw at him and he couldn't hold back any longer and he let go of her hand, curling his hand around the back of her neck as he fisted his other hand tighter in her hair, holding her steady as he started to thrust hard and deep again, rocking her body under him as she arched her hips to take everything he had to give her. "I'm gonna cum," he growled in her ear as he thrust harder, faster, feeling her still quivering legs tighten around his waist and her fingers slide into his sweaty hair as the handcuffs dragged over the back of his head. With a long, deep, rumbling groan, he thrust hard, forcing his thick cock deep, hearing her gasp, as his own orgasm tightened inside him and a thick stream of potent semen was expelled deep inside her, coating her slippery walls as she pulsed around him, milking another and another surge of warm, thick seed out of him, draining him of all his strength as he collapsed on top of her.

He flexed his fingers against the back of her head and pressed a kiss to her temple, his breathing heavy against her sweaty skin as his heart pounded in his chest. He felt her cuffed hands slide down the middle of his back, her nails raking his sweaty skin as she finally got the freedom to touch him, but only briefly as he lifted her arms from over his head and lowered them back down to the bed above hers. He slowly, carefully eased his cock out of her, hearing her tiny whimper as he popped free of her creamy hold, pulling with it their comingled fluids. He gazed down at her, into her contented eyes that still looked at him with longing and reached down between her quivering legs to catch the thick, milky flow with two fingers that was pushed out with another pulse of her muscles, feeling her tremble against him, her uneven breaths fanning his sweaty skin.

He brought his hand up between them and he watched as her gaze shifted, briefly watching as his semen and her juices started to run down his thick fingers, groaning as she held onto his wrist with both of her cuffed hands and raised her head, closing her mouth around his fingers and sucking them clean. "Such a good, good girl," he growled, his gravelly voice dropping even lower, as he slowly pulled his fingers from her hot, wet mouth, caressing the fullness of her bottom lip before he kissed her, tasting himself upon her tongue.

Holly moaned as the taste of their combined fluids coated her tongue as she sucked his fingers deeper into her mouth, licking them clean, her gaze locking with his as he slowly pulled them out of her mouth to caress her bottom lip. She cupped the lower half of his face in her hands, sliding her thigh along his side as she nodded her head in agreement. She moaned, kissing him back as his tongue slid deep into her mouth in a long, slow kiss that was achingly tender after the maelstrom of sexual desires that had just happened between them. She whimpered when he slowly broke the kiss and rolled to his side, taking his weight off her as he pulled her closer, holding her against him, feeling his heart pounding against her hand as she rested her palms on his chest and her cheek against his strong arm, closing her eyes as one last tremble shook her satiated body.

Gabe rolled to his side, taking her with him, wrapping his arm around her and holding her tight to his chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of her sweaty curls, his pounding heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm. He combed her hair back from her face as she trembled against him, the last few waves of her orgasm slowly rolling through her body, her erratic breaths fanning his chest. He softly caressed the length of her back, the curve of her ass and her sleek thigh as she pressed herself closer, her cuffed hands tucked between her breasts and his chest, her palms resting on his sweaty skin.

He slowly slid his hand back up, his fingers gliding over the plumped curve of her breast and up her neck, feeling her sink against him even more. He reached over her, felt along the top of the nightstand for a key and tugged her arms up, looking into her eyes as she let out a long, contented sigh. "I need these for work in the morning," he whispered, unlocking first one cuff and then the second one, tossing them onto the nightstand and pulling her even closer, never wanting to let her go.

Holly slid her fingers into his hair as she snuggled closer to him, sliding her smooth thigh between his muscled ones, pressing a kiss to his sweaty neck. She could feel every deep breath he took as his chest rose and fell against hers, every exhale as his breath fanned her hair, every beat of his heart. "Best. Birthday. Ever," she whispered as she closed her eyes, feeling his arms wrap tighter around her as he held her close. She never wanted to leave the security of his strong arms, she wanted to stay here, just like this with him, forever.

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Holly slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the flames that danced in the fireplace, keeping the bedroom warm and softly lit with its amber glow, pulling the blankets up tighter around her bare shoulder. She didn't have to roll over to know that Gabe wasn't in bed with her, the door that opened to the great room was pulled almost all the way shut, a thin line of light visible along the frame. Every overworked muscle in her body was screaming at her and it was a bearable pain she was willing to endure if it meant she got to taste more of his sexual appetites.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand, looking at the screen, just now noticing that he had put it on a charger for her sometime during the day because the battery should have died last night. It was also after five in the evening, and she didn't know how long she had even slept, only that she had been physically drained in a good way and he had everything to do with that. She had put her phone on silent after her mother had texted her in the morning and, as she scanned through the notifications, she could quickly see that all of them were Christmas wishes from her friends and family but no happy birthdays, no nothing. She started to put her phone back down when she felt the slight vibration from an incoming message. dinner will be ready in fifteen. if i come back in there, you'll miss that too. She slowly smiled, remembering all too well that she never got to eat her pizza earlier and she was starving.

She tossed the blankets aside and sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching and wincing at the slight twinge of pain in her lower back. She grabbed the folded flannel shirt he had left for her on the foot of the bed and padded into the bathroom on weak legs to freshen up. She pulled on the shirt as she walked back out into the bedroom, the soft cotton caressing her breasts and dragging over her hard nipples that were still slightly sore from his mouth and teeth, and buttoned up the shirt halfway, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows. She walked over to the curtain and pulled the edge back far enough to see out into the night. Large snowflakes were still heavily falling from the sky as the second storm raged silently outside, blanketing the ground with another five inches of snow, possibly more if it didn't slow down before morning. She let the curtain fall back in place as she turned away from the window. At least she wasn't snowed in by herself.

Holly quickly braided her hair, pulling it back from her face, as she walked across the wood floor of the great room towards the kitchen, hearing seventies slow songs playing from the speaker on the back of the kitchen counter, the aroma of garlic, tomatoes and fresh basil tantalizing her senses. As she stepped further into the kitchen, her gaze focused on Gabe as he stood at the stove in just his faded snug-fitting jeans. There was just something inherently sexy about a man that knew how to cook, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

She stepped up behind him and slid her arms up his chest, curling her hands over his shoulders as she stood on tiptoe, pressing herself against his backside as she placed a kiss on the back of his neck. "That smells amazing," she said, smiling against his skin when he reached back and gave her ass cheek an affectionate squeeze. She slid her hands down his chest, nails lightly scratching his skin, hearing his low groan when she dipped her fingers into the open waistband of his jeans, only to pull them back out and slide her hand across his lower back as she stepped around him. She hoisted herself up onto the counter and crossed her legs, watching him, watching the play of muscles in his chest and arms as he stirred the bubbling sauce in the pan.

"Five minutes to spare," Gabe said, looking at her, a smile turning up the corner of his mouth as he reached over and cupped her chin in his warm hand, giving her a quick kiss. He wanted her to miss the message he had sent for the soul purpose of crawling back into bed with her to sleep the rest of the day away, but she had read it and joined him in the kitchen instead, which was for the better, they never got to the pizza. His gaze lingered on her a little too long and he could feel his heart pick up a faster beat. She had left the top three buttons undone on the shirt he had left out for her, and he could clearly see the swell of her breasts and the shadowy curve between them, the shape of her hard nipples as they protruded against the soft fabric and the sleekness of her legs all the way up to her hip as she sat on the counter with one leg crossed over the other.

He turned his attention back to the simmering sauce in the pan, turning down the fire under it as he stirred it with a wooden spoon. "Puttanesca," he said, scooping up a tad bit of the sauce, blowing on it, testing the temperature against his lips. "Taste," he said, holding the spoon out to her, his other hand cupped under it to catch anything that would drip, watching as she leaned forward the scant inch it took to taste the sauce on the spoon, a smile turning up the corner of his mouth when she moaned in satisfaction. It felt good to be cooking for someone again, especially when that person savored every bite as much as she did. "Good?" he asked, even though her moan was affirmation enough.

"Delicious," Holly answered, reaching up and wiping away the tiny dab of sauce from the corner of her mouth with her finger, her gaze focused on his face as she sucked away the tiny drop of sauce, watching as his eyes darkened and his jaw started to clench. His gaze shifted to her hand, and she quickly dropped it to her lap, clasping them together as she looked down, seeing the bright red chafe marks encircling both of her wrists that were going to be bruises by tomorrow.

She had seen the abrasions when she was in the bathroom, and she thought about keeping the shirt sleeves fastened around her wrists to hide them, but he still would have seen them anyway. His grip had been steadfast when he held her immobile, but she had pulled even harder on the handcuffs, causing some, if not most of the irritation to her own skin. She had been completely oblivious to the discomfort; her senses were heightened elsewhere. "I was the one that said yes," she said, softly. "Red hair and sensitive skin. I bruise easily."

"Bruise? Damn it, Holly--" He sat the spoon down and stepped closer to her, reaching up and tugging the collar of the shirt away from her neck. He could care less about the marks he had left with his mouth; he was more concerned about the ones he had left with his hand, and he could clearly see the bruises that had already started to form, four from his fingers on one side and the one from his thumb on the other when he had gripped the back of her neck a little harder than he intended. He never did hear her say stop, her moans only made him go harder and it never occurred to him just how rough he was being with her. He flattened one palm to the counter by her hip and cupped her chin in his other hand, looking into her eyes as she stared back at him. "I said I would never hurt you. Why didn't you say something? I was too fuckin' rough," he grated out.

"You didn't hurt me. You could never hurt me," Holly said, reassuring him. She saw his jaw start to relax but his eyes, his eyes were still filled with an angry guilt that she didn't like. She tried to look away from his gaze, but she knew he wouldn't allow it. She felt her face start to redden in embarrassment as her body uncontrollably started to respond to just one mere thought of what he had done to her, how good it had felt, and she self-consciously squeezed her thighs tighter together as a sudden rush of wet heat saturated her core, shifting on the counter. She didn't want to admit that she wanted more of his intense passion, more of his manhandling, even if her skin had to bear a few bruises ever so often, but it was the only way to set his mind at ease. "Because I enjoyed it too much," she said, softly.

His gaze softened, only to darken when she started to blush, knowing he had fucked her like no one else ever had, hoping that no one else ever would. He cupped the side of her face in his hand, caressing the fullness of her bottom lip with his thumb, feeling the hitch in her breathing, gazing deep into her eyes. "Is that so, baby," he rasped, his voice dropping even deeper. "You love being my good girl? You love getting your pussy fucked by an older man?"

He watched as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, slowly nodding her head as her pupils started to dilate, and he looked down just as she pressed her legs together tightly in a futile attempt to suppress the natural urges her body was having as her mind replayed every little thing he had done to her. He felt his heart pick up a faster beat as he skimmed his other hand down her thigh to her crossed knees, sliding his hand between them as she uncrossed her legs, needing to feel just how wet she had become from one thought, from his deep voice alone, his lips brushing over hers just as the timer on the stove dinged. He forgot about dinner. "Fuck," he swore, pushing away from her.

Holly let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and reached up, pushing a curl back from her face. She started to slide off the counter to get out of his way, but he just scooted her a little bit further away from the stove, telling her to stay put so he had plenty of room to work. She kept an eye on him as he confidently moved around the kitchen, finishing their dinner, the aroma of garlic and tomatoes getting even stronger and he pulled the perfectly toasted bruschetta from the oven and spooned the marinated tomatoes onto each slice, setting the plate down by her hip, handing her a piece as he grabbed one for himself. She munched on the flavorful antipasto, doing a little happy wiggle, watching as he drained the spaghetti and tossed it together in the pan with the sauce before carefully pouring it into one pasta bowl instead of onto two separate plates. She took the fork that he held out for her, gazing down at the mound of pasta. "Where did you learn to cook like this? I burn water."