Madison watches closely, and as soon as I’m covered, she’s on me, literally. A leg on either side of my hips. This girl doesn’t waste any time, which, at this point, is fine by me. My staying power is hanging by a thread. Her hand wraps back around my cock, and then, lifting up, she eases down onto me.
Now I’m the one wanting things to move faster. Her familiar moans matching the downward slide as I fill her, and then heraahsas she lifts up to do it all again.
“I don’t know if I can last,” I mutter, helpless to maintain control with her pulsing heat wrapped around my shaft. She halts, and I take the opportunity to inflict my own brand of torture as I rub my thumb roughly over her clit. Madison’s head drops back, her eyes close, and her hand moves to fondle her breast. Fuck, I’m done for.
Little pants puff from her lips while she writhes under the pressure of my thumb and the fullness of my cock. Soon they turn into rocking, and my situation becomes more precarious as my hips find the same rhythm.
Pants become grunts. Rocking becomes fucking … and she is exploding. A few more thrusts of my hips bury me deeper in the tight grip of her pussy, and I’m coming too.
Eyes closed tight. Lights flashing brightly behind my lids. My balls release their load on grunts that I try to hold in but just can’t. And when I’ve finished, we collapse together, our bodies sweaty and slick, replete.
When we’ve freshened up and are back in bed, I notice the time. “Look, it’s midnight.”
I lean back to reach into the drawers beside the bed, and Madison murmurs, “Are you wanting to go again already?”
I bark out a laugh. “No. Not yet. I’m wrecked … I just wanted to say Merry Christmas,” and I place the small wrapped box on the covers between us.
She jumps up to sit cross-legged on the bed. The sheet covers her lower body, but her beautiful breasts are on full display. Maybe I’m not as wrecked as I thought.
“Hang on,” she says, swinging her legs to the side, grabbing my T-shirt off the floor, and throwing it on before running from the room.What did I do?But within seconds, she is back, carrying a wrapped gift. She returns to sit cross-legged on the bed.
“Merry Christmas to you too,” she says, handing me the present. I’m speechless.
“Can I open mine first?” she begs, and she is virtually bouncing on the bed with excitement. It’s hilarious.
“Go on.” She rips through the paper to the long, flat jewelry box within.
Flipping the lid on the box, she gasps. “Oh, Jarrod, it’s beautiful.” She carefully takes the thin gold bracelet from the box, the miniature gold snowboard dangling in the center. “Will you help me put it on?” I reach across and do up the clasp, and when she reaches up to kiss me, her eyes are suspiciously glassy.
“It’s your turn now,” she tells me. I pull the wrapping off my present with the same enthusiasm as she showed. Then, opening the cardboard box, I find a pocket-sized silver flask.
“It’s in case we ever get stuck in the cold on a mountain again and need a warming whiskey.” I nod my agreement, touched by the gift. I go to kiss her, but Madison is too quick for me. She is pulling off the T-shirt, then diving on me, and I’m perfectly happy with that.
DAY FIVE – CHRISTMAS DAY
At some point during the night, we fell asleep, exhausted. The generosity of Madison in giving pleasure was only matched by my desire to give the woman everything in return. She is as wild in bed as she is in everything she does. There’s no holding back; her commitment is complete. She makes love with the abandon and pace she showed racing down the slopes.
I’ve never met a woman like Madison before, and now that I have, I don’t want to let her go. There isn’t one person who knows me that wouldn’t be shocked to find out how quickly and completely this woman has captured my attention. People would say I’m moody, clinical, and cold. Yet here I am lying naked, flush up against an equally naked goddess, my arm wrapped around her warm body, and I’d happily stay this way all day.
How did we even get here? My head is dizzy at the thought that it’s only been a few days since I met Madison. From the moment she walked into the room naked, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head.
A bang on the bedroom door makes us both jolt, my arm squeezing her closer in response. But that’s all I have time for before Jasmine bursts through the door into the room, shouting enthusiastically, “Merry Christmas, Jarrod!”
Madison squeals at the interruption, and my head swivels in the direction of the door. Great, not just Jasmine, but Scott is right behind her, and they’re in my bedroom.
I pull the blanket up to cover Madison’s bare shoulder and hold her protectively close as I growl at Jas, “Jasmine, just stop right there.” And thankfully she heeds the warning and halts her progress, eyes wide.
Scott is laughing. Not just a little but bending over, completely cracking up as he gasps out, “I think … we’ve interrupted … some … thing.”
Jasmine’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. “Oops! Sorry, bro. I didn’t realize you had company.” A snicker slips from between her fingers, and I hear Madison groan from beneath the blanket where she currently has her head buried.
“Guys, can we have a little privacy here, please?” I ask. Scott, to his credit, is doing his best to drag Jasmine backward from my room.
But before he can, Cassie comes bounding in behind them, saying, “Hey, has anyone seen Mads?”
Madison pokes her head up from under the covers, saying, “Cassie, I’m here.”
Cassie looks between Madison and me, a huge smile on her face. “Oh, okay … yes, there you are … in bed with Jarrod. Cool. Umm … Merry Christmas to both of you. I’ll see you downstairs … later, I guess.” She turns and leaves as quickly as she arrived, Jasmine and Scott scuttling out after her, shutting the bedroom door behind them.
