Page 31 of Snowbound with My Dad's Best Friend

Everything about this woman is fucking perfect.

As I find a steady motion, I can feel her leg muscles tightening beneath me while her screams of pleasure into the pillow become more frequent and rushed.

“Steven,” she wails, and suddenly she gushes, her constricting walls nearly pushing me out of her with the force behind her orgasm.

“Oh my God,” I groan in a hushed tone as my own orgasm rears its head.

With one last hard push, I spill into her, filling her up as I collapse down on the bed beside her to catch my breath.

She remains on her stomach with her face buried into the gray pillowcase for a moment to gather herself before she rolls over to kiss me.

She then rolls over and backs herself into me again, like we were before she decided to start wiggling that cute little ass against me.

My arm wraps around her again, and at this moment, I wish she never has to leave my side again.

“God, you are so fucking incredible,” I say breathily.

We don’t bother throwing clothes back on because feeling her skin on mine is unlike anything I could ever explain.

And it’s perfect for the weather outside.

“I’m sorry,” Becca says suddenly, catching me off guard.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” I reply, leaning up on my elbow to see her face as she stares out the window.

“I’m sorry that things ended the way they did in the past. I really did miss you. I just…”

Her words fall short, but it feels nice to hear her apologize for hurting me all those years ago.

Having her in my bed, wrapped up in my arms, and hearing those words out of her mouth makes me feel complete.

She came back to fill the hole that was left when she ran away from me.

Now that she’s back…I’m never going to lose her again.

I can’t.

“I missed you too,” I reply. “I’m happy you’re back in my life. But do me a favor and stick around this time, will ya?”

She giggles, but I can immediately sense something’s off.

Like, there’s still more she isn’t telling me.

It would make sense since the way she left still doesn’t add up to what she’s telling me.

Maybe after some more time, she will feel comfortable opening up to me.

I just hope whatever she’s keeping from me isn’t detrimental to what we have now.

Having her leave again would break me to the point of no return…

For now, I’m not ruining this great moment.