An embarrassingly loud keening sound came from my throat as I exploded around him. I rode out the orgasm until the spasms subsided and my whimpers turned into a satisfied sigh.
My arms fell limply to the mattress as I panted against Travis's neck.
He resumed slowly thrusting into me while sweetly kissing my lips.
This wasn't just sex or fucking. I'd never done either, but I knew enough to recognize the difference.
This was something so much more than that.
Between kisses, Travis whispered words of praise against my lips. "So perfect, baby." Kiss. "So beautiful." Kiss. "You're mine."
One song changed to the next, but I didn't hear the notes or the words. All five of my senses were homed in on Travis-his masculine smell mingling with our sweat, his green eyes burning into mine, the taste of his lips and his tongue, the sound of quiet gasps and raspy moans, the feeling of him moving over me, around me, and inside me.
I wasn't sure how long it went on like that before he found his release again.
I only knew two things for sure.
One, I was head-over-heels in love with Travis. And, two, he was right-I was completely his.
TRAVIS
Angel couldn't snowboard for shit. That much was clear after she fell off the lift at the top, landing in a heap of tangled limbs in the snow.
"Shit, are you okay?" I went over to help her up.
"Yes," she huffed as she rubbed her hip.
"We seriously could've done the bunny slopes," I offered, even though it was too late now.
"I didn't come all this way just to do that!" she said incredulously as she gestured toward the bottom of the mountain, where beginners-mostly kids-slid down the leveled slope at turtle-like speeds.
I understood where she was coming from. But now, we were half-way up a mountain with only one way to get down.
She looked so fucking cute all bundled up in my clothes. I'd brought extra sweat pants and hoodies because I knew it would be cold up here. And now I was thinking the extra padding was a good idea because I had a feeling she might be falling down a lot.
Since it was so late in the year, I almost thought we wouldn't be able to find a ski resort that was still open. I hadn't taken that into consideration when I'd promised Angel we could go snowboarding. But a promise was a promise.
I drove for two hours before I found this place. Luckily, we passed through a quaint mountain town during our search and some kind people were able to direct me to the slopes.
More people hopped off the lift, much more gracefully than Angel, and we had to move out of the way.
Angel slid three feet, then fell down again.
"Okay," I said, reaching down to help her back up. "I'll just have to give you a crash course, pun intended."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." She rolled her eyes, then looked at me with determination. "Seriously, I can do this."
She awkwardly stood on the pink board I'd rented for her and adjusted her snow goggles, which looked way too big on her face.
I proceeded to give her tips on how to keep her balance. "Hold your arms out and use your core strength."
"I think I might be lacking in the core strength area," she grumped as she swayed to one side before catching herself.
I laughed. She wasn't even moving and she almost fell down.
I tried to show her how to lean into a turn and how to effectively stop, but it was a fruitless effort. Maybe I just really sucked at instructing. Or maybe snowboarding just wasn't Angel's sport.
Either way, I lost count of how many times her ass hit the snow. Fifty? Seventy-five? Some of the falls actually looked pretty bad, with her feet flying over her head, arms and legs tangling together. I was afraid she might've gotten hurt a couple times but she just laughed and brushed herself off. I couldn't help feeling impressed when she got right back up, eager to try again.
Once we got to the bottom, she seemed relieved but happy.
"That was so much fun!" She bounced up and down.
"Are you sure you're okay? You really bit the dust there a few times."
She probably didn't feel any pain right now because she was numb from the cold and high on adrenaline, but I had a feeling she was going to be in a world of hurt later.
"Nope, I feel great," she beamed.
*
Angel moaned as she sank down into the hot bath water, bubbles soaping up her bare skin. It was a bad time for me to get a hard-on.
"I've never been this sore in my whole life. I feel like I got hit by a bus. Even the muscles in my fingers hurt." She wiggled her fingers, then winced.
"Snowboarding will do that to you," I said, amused.
"I don't think you can call what I did snowboarding. I basically fell down a mountain for two hours."
"Nah, you did good for your first time."
She responded by making a grunting noise and sinking deeper into the water.
Earlier, Angel didn't even put up a fight when I mentioned getting a hotel room. All I had to do was tell her there would be a bathtub and a big, comfy bed and she was sold on the idea.
Not even one word of protest came out of her mouth when I pulled up to the fancy hotel. I chose one of the best hotels in Denver. I was afraid she might argue with me on how expensive it was, but she just limped beside me as we walked into the ornate lobby.
After I paid and got our room keys, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to our room. She'd laughed and told me I was just being dramatic, but she looped her arms around my neck and relaxed into me anyway.
Now she was naked and I debated whether or not I should join her in the oversized tub. I knew she was probably in too much pain for sex-I didn't even care about that. I just wanted to feel her against me.
"Are you getting in or are you just going to stand there and watch?" she teased, peeking at me with one eye.
I answered her by whipping my shirt over my head and unsnapping the button on my jeans. Her eyes flared with heat as they roamed over my body.
"Don't even think about it, baby," I said as I stripped the rest of my clothes off. "You think your body hurts now? Tomorrow will be worse. You need to relax."
Sliding in behind her, I let Angel settle back against me as I massaged her aching muscles.
"Oh my God," she moaned, which made my dick twitch against her back. "You're like, the best. I mean, seriously the best boyfriend ever."
"Only for you. I feel like I've waited for you forever," I admitted, continuing to rub her shoulders.
The confession made me feel a little too exposed, which was funny, considering I was completely naked. But words like that made it feel like I was showing her my heart, which was scary as fuck.
"Me too," she sighed tiredly as she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh muscles.
I grunted in satisfaction because I was sore, too. Angel wasn't the only one who took a beating today. My snowboarding skills were pretty rusty and I'd had a couple rough wipeouts myself.
Angel ended up dozing off in the tub. I woke her to get out, but I could tell she was exhausted.
It felt good to get to see another new side to her. Worn-out Angel was extremely agreeable. She let me dry her off, dress her, and she even let me brush out her hair.
After slipping my favorite T-shirt over her head, I sat her down on the edge of the bed. Her body swayed while I ran the comb through her long golden strands. With uncoordinated fingers, she braided her still-wet hair and collapsed onto the middle of the mattress.
Chuckling, I slipped on some gym shorts before climbing in next to her. As I gathered her close, I realized she was already asleep.
"Angel?" I said quietly, and when there was no response, I felt safe to say what I really wanted to say. I knew she wouldn't hear me. I just wanted to say the words out loud. Emotion clogged my throat as they came out in a whisper. "I love you."
ANGEL
Travis was so right about my body feeling worse the next day. My muscles and joints felt stiff and achy. Any movement at all caused pain to travel through every part of my body. I was feeling muscles I didn't even know I had.
I couldn't say I regretted it, though. I wasn't sure I would be snowboarding again any time soon, but the experience was worth it. Just another amazing memory I had with Travis.
We decided to drive straight through on the ride back to Tolson. Usually, Travis liked to break up the driving time on the road, but we were both ready to be back home.
Home.
It didn't even feel weird to think of Travis's place as home.
Isn't it funny how that could happen in such a short amount of time?
But my time was running out. In just four short days, we would be leaving for the Sacramento delivery and when Travis returned, it would be without me.