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LAWSON PULLED ME UP and I pressed kisses to his chest as he did. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his own kisses to my neck and began to work his way down. One hand slid down my body and between my thighs, and I groaned delightedly at the powerful way his hands moved, so confidently to my core.
He took one nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, and I closed my eyes to focus on his touch. A thick, knowledgeable finger was resting at my entrance, and I gasped as it slipped inside. Using his thumb to brush through my folds, he penetrated me deeper, and I felt my body tense as the sensation overwhelmed me.
Letting my nipple free from his lips, he kissed down my stomach, tasting me and licking up the streams of hot water as they tumbled down from above. I reached up and turned the showerhead so that it mostly hit him on his back as he knelt down and pulled one leg up and over his shoulder so it didn’t drown him.
His tongue flickered out and brushed across the sides of my lower lips, and I moaned. His finger was deep inside me, gently rubbing against my upper wall, and I felt myself nearing what would undoubtedly be the first of several climaxes. As he licked through my folds, his other hand reached behind me and held me still, showing me the power of his control and the determination to please me at the same time. It was intoxicating.
I let my head rest against the wall of the shower as he licked me, the tip of his tongue creating magic between my thighs. I felt the explosiveness of an intense orgasm coming, and I filled my hands with his hair. The moans were getting shorter, more rapid now, and I felt my body hitching, the oxygen leaving my head as I gave in to the sensations that were building.
Lawson’s finger pressed against the top wall and his tongue into my clit as I buckled in his grip. He held me up as I shook and rocked my hips, the wave of an intense climax washing over me. He lapped it up below me, just as I had done for him, moaning with his own pleasure at feeling me come. I looked down, my jaw locked open as I vibrated, and my hands reached for the wall to hold me up. The finger that had been inside me slipped out, and I watched as he used that hand to stroke himself. He was still hard.
He made his way back up my body, and our lips met as he stood. Our tongues wrestled with each other as I wrapped my arms around him, and my body tingled at the thought of what came next. He was still stroking himself, slowly and deliberately, and his eyes locked onto mine as he pulled away from me. He was pleasuring himself to the sight of my body, and it made me feel incredibly sexy and alive. I stepped back to watch him, to let my eyes roam over his body as the water cascaded over tensed muscles and the thickness of his cock as he slid it between his palm and fingers.
I reached behind me and grabbed the bottle of bodywash and filled my palm with it. Holding my hands in the water, I let it lather up and then pressed it onto my body. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he stroked himself faster while I covered myself in the fragrant bubbles. Then I stepped closer to him and pressed my body into his, rubbing myself on him and covering him with the soap as well.
We kissed under the stream of water that slowly cleaned us, and my body was slippery and slick. His hand ran over my chest and filled with my breast, squeezing it as he moaned. I reached behind him as the water washed the rest of the water away and turned off the faucet. As the water stopped, his eyes opened, and his lips spread in a grin.
I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and brushing it across my body as I made my way to the bed. I didn’t care if the sheets got a little wet. I was going to have to change them anyway.
I crawled onto the bed, but before I could get too far, Lawson’s hand wrapped around my ankle and stopped me. I was on all fours, and I froze, looking back with a grin. Lawson climbed onto the bed behind me and ran his hands over my ass, using his thumbs to pull the skin up as he reached for my hips. I settled on my knees and arched my back as he positioned himself. My pussy tingled and throbbed in anticipation.
Lawson rested the head of his cock at my entrance and slowly pushed it inside. I was soaking wet and ready for him, and he slid in deeply, easily, and then stretched me as he pushed all the way in. The tightness inside me gave way to intense pleasure as I cried out into the pillow below me. Achingly slowly, he pulled his cock nearly all the way out of me and then plunged back in again, filling me and sending my body into the throes of a pre-climax.
“Fuck me, please,” I moaned, my voice muffled by the pillow.
Lawson’s hands clenched tight over my hips, and he began to thrust, to slam into me with an intensity that shattered my thin grip on reality. I toppled over into revolving orgasms as he dominated me, his body so perfectly molded to give mine the most intense pleasure, and as we rolled around in the bed, changing positions, I reached a nirvana that made me feel like our souls touched, tangled, and exploded in a euphoria of orgasmic pleasure.
When he came, I came with him, and we fell into the bed, giggling and cooing at each other until his body stopped clenching and the last of his essence was emptied inside me.
I would have liked to just stay right there in Lawson’s arms for the rest of the afternoon and evening, but being warm and cozy with him wasn’t a good enough excuse to ignore the guests. They didn’t know about the snow surprise, but the mess downstairs was going to give them a hint when they made their way back to the bed-and-breakfast.
I would rather them come back to something fun than to think I’d gone mad during one of my baking experiments and was now lying in wait somewhere. With one more kiss, I reluctantly got out of bed and pulled fresh clothes out of the dresser. Lawson got up and wrapped the sheet from my bed around himself.
“My clothes are covered in fake snow, so I think I’m just going to go like this,” he said.
I laughed. “Emperor of the snowfall?”
“I like it,” he said. “I don’t think any of the guests are here right now, so I’m just going to make a run for it. I’ll meet you back downstairs to help you clean up and get the play area ready.”
“Where do you think we should set it up?”
We looked at each other.
“Outside,” we said at the same moment.
I was about to point out how cold it was, then realized we were talking about creating a snow experience, and people were generally accustomed to the feeling of cold when it came to playing in the snow.
“Alright. Here I go. If you hear Nancy screaming, it means I got caught.”
I giggled. “Okay.”
Lawson took a breath. “Alright. Here I go.”
Throwing the door to the bedroom open, he ran out into the house. I laughed as I listened to his heavy footsteps thudding down the hall and then in the distance going up the stairs. I finished getting dressed, dried my hair, and threw on some makeup so I would look put together when everybody got back. Gathering up the dirty clothes, I brought them to the laundry room and got a load going before heading into the kitchen to put together the afternoon snack.
The guests were rarely around in the afternoons as we got closer to Christmas, but I dreaded the moment when I didn’t have something ready to offer them and they all swarmed in ravenous from their day of merriment. So, I made sure there was at least something simple sitting out for a while in the afternoons. That day it was the old standby cheese and crackers. Maybe not innovative and interesting, but it did the trick, and I could chalk it up to tradition.
Cleaning up the snow mess wasn’t as difficult as I thought, and soon we were outside smoothing a tarp across the grass so we could fill it up with snow for the guests to play in. It didn’t look like enough, so while Lawson went to find something to create a barrier around the edge of the tarp, I went back inside to concoct a few more batches. We might have nearly bought Mary and Brighton’s out of baking soda, cornstarch, and shaving cream, but it was all going to a good cause.
When I came back out laden with bowls of snow, Lawson was piling up inflatable pool toys around the edge of the snow area.
“Where did you find those?” I asked.
“In the shed. It looks like they’ve never been used.”
“Well, there’s no pool,” I said.
“Maybe an idea for expansion,” he said with a wink.
I brought the snow over to him, and he nodded his approval. Stepping back, he surveyed the inflatables, then reached for one of a stack of old sheets.
“Those are just sheets from my grandmother’s house,” I said. “I put them out there because I thought they could be used for something.”
“And now they are,” Lawson said. He shook out one of the sheets and let it drape over the toys. “Instant snowbank.”
At the street, a truck pulled up, and one of the young clerks from Mary and Brighton’s jumped out of the driver’s side. He ran around to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate so he could tug a large cardboard box out.
I smiled and started down toward the clerk.
“I’m sorry the delivery took so long,” he said. “We’re really busy.”
“Not a problem,” I said. “Thank you for getting it to me. Can you just bring it up a bit closer to the house?”
“Sure thing.”
I followed him across the lawn and indicated where to drop it, then reached in my pocket and pulled out a tip for him.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Merry Christmas,” he said and scurried back to the truck.
“What’s that?” Lawson asked, coming over after finishing draping the toys.
I started tearing away at the thick layers of tape holding the box closed. The clerk had put it down on the grass so the picture on the front was concealed, but when I finally managed to wrestle the box open, it revealed the folded-up mound of vinyl and a small compressor.
“I got my own inflatable.”
Ten minutes later, a cheerful snowman towered over the lawn, the sound of the compressor keeping him filled with air almost like a wintery wind if you put a lot of imagination into it. I’d finally broken down. I was one of those lawns now.
