Say Forever(66)

How long has it been since we've laughed so hard? Since we've pushed aside all of life's problems and just enjoyed each other's company? When his lips find mine again, I don't push him away, and I don't reach for another snowball. I moan as his frozen lips soften and form against mine, thawing as he deepens the kiss. Our lips meld together, two parts to a whole, and for the first time in a long time, I feel complete, body and soul.

My extremities are numb from the cold, despite the warmth from Andrés seeping into me. I shudder and squirm on top of him.

Andrés pulls away, his eyes darkening, and I can't tell if his hungry gaze is fueled by lust or something more.

He stands and pulls me up, then wraps strong arms around my waist. "I want to take you back to our room, mija, and make love to you all day long."

Some part of me, whether it be instinct or guilt, tells me I should resist. But I'm tired of pushing him away. I'm tired of suffering all alone. I need Andrés. I need his love to chase away my sorrow, if just for one day. I answer his request by wrapping my arms around him and ever so softly kissing that hollow point on his neck.


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We take off each other's clothes, slowly, gently, savoring each touch and caress as if it will be our last. When Andrés finally pins my nude body beneath his, he lavishes kisses across my collarbone and breasts before trailing kisses of fire all the way down to the juncture between my thighs. He kisses me tenderly there, as if my body is an altar and he is paying homage. He licks my folds with long, languid strokes before delicately suckling my swollen clit with agonizing tenderness. I arch my hips against his mouth, running my fingers through his thick hair and grasping it by the roots. It has been too long, and my willpower is weak. I know I will not last long before I fall apart. As if Andrés senses my needs, he pulls back, releasing my bud before lapping up my wetness once more. He trails kisses back up my abdomen, stopping to worship each breast, then my neck and an ear. Finally, he presses his mouth against mine, coaxing my lips open. I taste my essence on his tongue as it darts inside my mouth, spearing me in conjunction with his thick erection, as he drives it inside me.

Instinctively, I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he slides deeper. He groans into my mouth as he buries himself to the hilt. My throbbing core is just a breath away from exploding in a cataclysmic orgasm. My need for release is strong, and yet, my need for Andrés is stronger. I hold tightly to him, relishing the feel of our joined bodies, wishing this moment where we are both hovering on the precipice of bliss could be suspended for an eternity. Andrés deep inside me, holding me close, is my nirvana, my spiritual and physical perfection.

And then he begins to move again. Slowly and torturously, he slides in and out of me, my slick channel molding around him like a wet, tight glove. I let go of that last thread of control, arch my neck and cry out toward the ceiling when the rhythm of his thrusts increases. He latches onto my neck with his lips, holding me still with a gentle tug of his teeth as he drives in harder. And then I unravel, surrendering to euphoric ecstasy as it washes over me.

He grunts through a groan and I can feel his throbbing head bathing me in fluid as he presses into me and then stills. We lie like that for several heaving breaths, our bodies locked together tightly. I feel my body sinking into the soft mattress as my insides continue to pulsate against him.

Andrés finally rolls over, pulling me with him, refusing to let me go or pull out of me. He holds me close, lavishing my forehead and cheekbones with kisses while we lie on our sides. He speaks words of love softly to me in Spanish, and I heave a sigh of contentment while snuggling against him, burying my nose against that light patch of hair on his chest.

I'd forgotten how wonderful making love to Andrés was. I've missed this. I've missed us. And as I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, I realize how badly I want our love back.





Chapter Twenty



Christina

"Where are we going?" I ask as Andrés navigates our rental SUV up the narrow, windy incline. I force myself to stop looking out the window. The drop off the narrow rails is so steep, it's making my chest tighten with anxiety. I've never liked heights much. I'm hoping Andrés doesn't see how much my nerves are frayed as I clutch the door handle, though I'm not sure how holding onto a door will help me if we were to skid off the road and go careening off the cliff.

"The guy at the front desk said there's a lodge at the top of the hill," Andrés says as he, thankfully, keeps his eyes on the road ahead.

I'm wishing I would have gone along with Andrés and stayed in bed all day, but since it was still afternoon, I had this crazy idea I wanted to go outside and play some more in the snow.