Free A Week in the Snow by Gwen Masters

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    Rebecca sighed and shifted on the pillows. Thinking of Gene made her feel slightly guilty, but when she recalled his words from the night before, the guilt fled just as quickly as it had come. “He called me names,” she said. “And told me I was an idiot for not listening to him. It was just confirmation of what I already knew, in the back of my mind. He’s not the kind of man who would take kindly to a strong, independent woman.”
    “You’re definitely strong and independent,” Richard said.
    “You hardly know me,” she chided, realising how ridiculous that sounded, considering they were lying together naked in his bed.
    “Anybody who runs their own business has to have those qualities, and then some,” he said. “Man or woman, doesn’t matter.”
    “Gene seems to think only a man can do things that require such spirit.”
    Richard was now down at her knee, blowing breath over her skin and making her squirm. “How did you wind up involved with him, anyway? Surely he couldn’t hide the way he really felt for long.”
    “I was lonely, and he gave good phone.”
    Richard laughed out loud, his belly moving against her toes. She reached down and mussed his hair. “Well, it’s true.”
    “I believe you.”
    He kissed his way up her belly and peered at her from between her breasts. His hands slid up her arms, pinning her to the pillows, as his body rose over her. He was taller than her, perfect for kissing her while he slid into her. She kissed him back and laughed into his mouth when she felt his cock, hard, ready to go again.
    “So,” she whispered, “what about your sexual history?”
    He grinned. What she wanted was the same thing he wanted, but he had felt it a bit too soon to ask such questions. “I’m clean,” he said, dropping small kisses on her face. “I had a complete physical last year. I had never been tested before. I had always been in monogamous relationships. But when the doctor asked about it I thought, well, why not? So I had it done. Clean across the board.”
    She smiled up at him. “I get tested every year,” she admitted. “I mean, you never know, right?”
    “So, since we’re both clean…”
    “And since I’m on the pill,” she said with a grin.
    She opened her legs and he pressed between them, thrusting forward, filling her again. This time the sensation was more intense, the heat of her more evident. His moan of pleasure echoed hers. He began to move, very slowly at first, then picked up the pace.
    “Again?” she teased.
    “I can’t come again,” he admitted. “But there’s nothing wrong with making you come, is there?”
    She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked with his thrusts. This time was slow and easy, now that the desperate need of earlier had been sated. There was no rush, only Richard’s constant motion and her answering one, rising to meet him when he slid in, angling her body so that her clit got attention, letting the orgasm build. She could have hurried it along by touching herself as he thrust into her, but she chose instead to let her body ride the wave of sensation. The orgasm would happen when it happened.
    When it did, it was just like their lovemaking—slow, easy, a full-body tingle that made her sigh with happiness. Richard watched her face as she came, and she found it made her feel even sexier than she already did. When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, he let out a long breath and shook his head in appreciation.
    “That was beautiful,” he said.
    They spent the day in bed, sometimes talking, sometimes watching television, sometimes creeping naked to the kitchen to get a snack from the cupboards. Mostly they touched each other, memorising angles and curves and the things that made goosebumps rise. They finally drifted off when the moon was high in the sky, streaming through the window to fall over the bed that had held only one for so long, but now held two.
     
    The early morning was crisp and cold when they