Free Dashing Through the Snow by Lisa G Riley Page B

to roll it over him, he closed his eyes again in pain and in
an effort to find control, positive his orgasm was mere seconds
away.
    He felt her lifting her body and put his
hands on her waist to guide her onto him. “That’s it, baby,” he
said between clenched teeth when she held his cock steady and began
to lower herself onto it. Slowly, she lowered her body, her tight
opening squeezing and pulsing around every centimeter of his dick
as it tunneled in.
    Lily rocked against him, her hips oscillating
rhythmically as she leaned down to kiss him. “It feels so good,
Smith,” she gasped into his mouth before voraciously taking it with
uninhibited passion.
    Smith rose into a sitting position, and
sliding his arms under hers, gripped her shoulders from behind to
push her body down as he frantically pushed his hips upward. She
wrapped her legs around him and he felt the heels of her feet
digging into his lower back as they moved in unison. Her head was
thrown back now and he could hear the little squeals of delight
he’d learned to expect from her when she was about to come.
    Leaning in, he took the skin in the hollow of
her throat and sucked it hard between his lips; sure there would be
a bruise there when he was done. She screamed, and as her orgasm
took her, he allowed himself to come, yelling hoarsely as she took
everything he couldn’t help but offer her.
     
    “Lily!” Smith sat up quickly, her name on his
lips as, ironically, the dream that held him in thrall, woke him
violently as well. “Shit,” he mumbled when he realized he’d been
dreaming. He sat on the edge of the bed and after rubbing his hand
across his face, rested his forehead in his palm. He’d dreamt about
his one night with Lily several times over the years, and it was
always that particular lovemaking session that he dreamed
about.
    He figured he deserved the torture, first for
having slept with her and second for leaving the way he did. He
rose to walk naked into the connecting bathroom, noticing, of
course, that his penis was as hard as a rock. “I’ll take care of
you in a second,” he muttered and stepped into the hot spray of the
shower.
     

Chapter Eight
    Lily’s parents’ house was located just a few
blocks from her grandmother’s, so she decided to walk there later
that day. Her thoughts were all about Smith as she trudged the five
blocks through the snow. She’d missed him over the past several
years. “It was as if he just disappeared,” she mused and stuck her
gloved hands in her pockets.
    Smith had not only stopped going on the
Christmas vacations their families took together, but he’d also
stopped visiting Sheffield-Chatham altogether. It had hurt and
confused her at seventeen and if she were honest with herself, it
still caused a little ping in her heart whenever she thought about
it. After she’d gone off to college, she’d understood the desire to
go on vacations with friends; especially after she’d gotten invited
to a couple of really great places herself. However, it still
bothered her not to see him. Until their time together in Chicago
four years before, she hadn’t seen him since she’d turned
seventeen.
    As she approached her parents’ two-story
home, she prayed that he’d do them both a favor and not show up.
She jogged up the porch steps and opened the screen door and then
the main one cautiously. She heard voices in the back of the house
and after removing her coat and hanging it on a wooden coat rack
and kicking off her boots, followed the sounds through to the
kitchen.
    Her mother and one of her aunts looked to be
in a lively discussion while they prepared things for the dining
room. “Hi, Mom, Aunt Viv,” Lily said as she strolled in.
    “Hi, sweetheart!” her mother said and opened
her arms.
    Lily playfully rolled her eyes but walked
into her mother’s arms, bending down to accommodate Glenda
Carstairs’ five feet five inch frame. At five ten in her stocking
feet, Lily towered over her mother.