Another Snowbound Christmas

108 Pages·2016·0.54 MB·English

by  Tower Veronica

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Another Snowbound Christmas
by Veronica Tower
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Erotica/Romance
Red Rose Publishing
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Copyright ©2011 by Veronica Tower
First published in 2011

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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Another Snowbound Christmas
By
Veronica Tower
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Chapter One
“How do I look?” Kara asked as she finally set her lipstick down on the
vanity and turned to face her patiently waiting boyfriend. He looked sharp in his
dark sports jacket and white dress shirt with the top unbuttoned. Kara hoped he'd
think she looked hot as well.
Ron took his time examining her, his clear blue eyes appreciatively covering
every inch of her dark body. “Perfect!” he assured her making no effort to
suppress his approving grin. Then he moved in to kiss her, his pale hands
catching hers and pulling Kara up to her feet so that his mouth could zero in on
her newly glossed lips.
Laughing with pleasure at his response, Kara still turned her face away.
“Wait a minute,” she protested. “You can't kiss me now! I just spent more than
forty minutes making myself beautiful.”
“No you didn't,” Ron corrected her. He pulled her body up next to his,
powerful arms encircling her waist before his right hand slipped lower so that his
fingers sent a delicious trill of pleasure shuddering through her body as he
squeezed her ass through her dark green holiday dress.
“Oooo, that's nice,” she murmured as she snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Her breasts flattened against his chest as she slipped her arms around his neck. It
felt good to be so close to him, molding her body against her boyfriend's hard
flesh, but it also had the advantage of making it more difficult for Ron to smudge
her lipstick. One of her younger lover's failings—if failing was really the right
word—was that he wanted her all the time and wasn't nearly as concerned as she
was over the impact his ardor might have on their outward appearance. Then his
words penetrated the comfortable warm aura of contentment his arms generated
within her. “What do you mean: No, you didn't? I just spent most of an hour at
that little table.”
Ron didn't answer her. Instead he nuzzled the side of her neck as his fingers
continued to rhythmically explore the cheek of her ass, first squeezing then
relaxing his grip, only to scrumptiously squeeze her rear end again.
Kara closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation, relaxing against him,
allowing his strong arms to more fully support her while she road the pleasurable
tremors quivering through her body. Ron's hand on her rear subtly encouraged
her to rotate her hips just enough so that she could lift her knee beneath her dress
and press herself against his upper thigh, just below his hip.
The contact intensified with the tiny jolts of pleasure his fingers were already
shooting through her body, centering them on her groin. In a distant part of her
mind, she remembered her question. “What do you mean—”
“You're already perfect,” he muttered. “Makeup is just a pretty mask.” His
lips moved to her throat, hungrily sucking at the pulse just beneath her brown
flesh.
December 24, Christmas Eve
“How do I look?” Kara Brennan asked as she finally set her lipstick down on
the vanity and turned to face her patiently waiting boyfriend. He looked sharp in
his dark sports jacket and white dress shirt with the top button undone. Kara
hoped he'd think she looked hot as well.
Ron Miller took his time examining her, his clear blue eyes appreciatively
covering every inch of her dark body. “Perfect!” he assured, making no effort to
suppress his approving grin. Then he moved in to kiss her, his pale hands
catching hers and pulling Kara up to her feet so that his mouth could zero in on
her newly glossed lips.
Laughing with pleasure at his response, Kara still turned her face away.
“Wait a minute,” she protested. “You can't kiss me now! I just spent more than
forty minutes making myself beautiful.”
“No, you didn't,” Ron corrected her. He pulled her body up next to his,
powerful arms encircling her waist before his right hand slipped lower so that his
fingers sent a delicious trill of pleasure shuddering through her body as he
squeezed her ass through her dark green holiday dress.
“Oooo, that's nice,” she murmured as she snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Her breasts flattened against his chest as she slipped her arms around his neck. It
felt good to be so close to him, molding her body against her boyfriend's hard
flesh, but it also had the advantage of making it more difficult for Ron to smudge
her lipstick.
One of her younger lover's failings—if failing was really the right word—
was that he wanted her all the time and wasn't nearly as concerned as she was
over the impact his ardor might have on their outward appearance. Then his
words penetrated the comfortable warm aura of contentment his arms generated
within her. “What do you mean: No, you didn't? I just spent most of an hour at
that little table.”
Ron didn't answer her. Instead he nuzzled the side of her neck as his fingers
continued to rhythmically explore the cheek of her ass, first squeezing then
relaxing his grip, only to scrumptiously squeeze her rear end again.
Kara closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation, relaxing against him,
allowing his strong arms to more fully support her while she rode the pleasurable
tremors quivering through her body. Ron's hand on her rear subtly encouraged
her to rotate her hips just enough so that she could lift her knee and press her
pussy against his upper thigh, just below his hip.
The contact intensified the tiny jolts of pleasure his fingers were already
shooting through her body, centering them on her groin. In a distant part of her
mind, she remembered her question. “What do you mean—”
With both hands cupping her ass, Ron suddenly picked Kara up and took
three shuffling steps to the edge of the bed. Her eyes flashed open and her legs
instinctively wrapped around his torso, locking tightly around his waist and
pushing the hem of her dress high up her thighs. Then she was falling backward
onto the mattress with Ron on top of her, the growing thickness of his erection
pressing against her body.
“You're already perfect,” he muttered. “Makeup is just a pretty mask.” His
lips moved to her throat, hungrily sucking at the pulse just beneath her brown
flesh.
Kara stretched out beneath him, enjoying the attention of his lips even as her
body kept track of the fingers which moved from her ass to stroke her sides,
tantalizingly close to her large breasts.
Ron's lips moved down her body, away from her mouth toward her cleavage.
She wasn't showing very much of it in this dress, but experience told her that that
wouldn't stop him from trying to explore. Sure enough, his lips began to kiss the
very tops of her breasts and his tongue flicked out to taste the flesh just north of
the bodice of her dress. At the same time, Ron's thumb brushed the underside of
her breast, sending a spike of excitement jolting above the sensations she was
already enjoying.
She remembered how easy it would be to wrinkle this dress. The thought of
showing up to Ron's parents’ house in a soiled outfit spoiled Kara's mood—not
that the thought of seeing Ron's parents wasn't enough to accomplish that by
itself. She mustered her willpower and pushed Ron away from her. “Okay, that's
enough,” she told him. “We've dinner with your parents to go to.”
Ron, of course, did not stop kissing her. If anything, her reminder
encouraged him to greater efforts. His fingers finished sliding up her torso to
lightly cup her breast. His thumb continued to tease her, sliding up on the
aureole through her dress and bra to brush against the nipple concealed beneath
the double layer of cloth.
Kara closed her eyes and shuddered with heightened pleasure.
Ron slid lower on her body, bringing his mouth to bear on her still-covered
nipple.
Kara's eyes snapped open and she pushed his mouth away. “No!” she told
him, hoping he understood by the firmness in her voice how important this was.
She was not going to spend another evening with his sister Kitten teasing her
about her sex life with Ron. She'd had quite enough of that this past summer
when the Miller family had gathered to celebrate the fortieth anniversary of
Ron's parents. Not that celebration was an honest way of describing the
continued union of two people who hated each other.
Ron smiled up at her and sought clarification. “No?”
Kara kept both hands firmly on the sides of Ron's head. “No!” she repeated.
“I am not going to let you put a saliva stain on the front of this dress so that I
have to listen to Kitten tease us about it all night.”
“You could...take the dress off,” Ron suggested.
She couldn't tell if he were teasing her or if he actually wanted her to comply
with his request.
Maybe both were true.
“No!” she repeated.
“Okay, then,” Ron said. He slid down her body until his head reached the
middle of her thighs and began to slide her dress up toward her hips.
Kara grabbed at the skirt of her dress and pushed it back down on her thighs.
“No!” she insisted. “We have to leave for your parents’ house!”
Ron slid further down her legs until he could kiss the side of her knees. After
a few seconds, he added an observation. “I don't remember you ever wanting to
get to my parents’ house this badly before.” Unsurprisingly, the next time he
kissed her flesh, his mouth inched northward toward the hem of her dress again.
Kara forced herself to sit up. “I don't want to go visit them,” she said. “But
it's Christmas Eve and we promised to have dinner with them since we're
spending most of tomorrow at my sister's. And I don't want to go there in a
rumpled dress or with wet spots on my dress from your tongue or your—”
“You know I'm not responsible for all of your wet spots,” Ron interrupted.
He tried to slide a hand up the insides of her thighs, but she stopped him cold by
squeezing her legs together.
“Yes, you are!” she corrected him. “Now are you going to stop?”
Ron actually looked chastened. He ducked his head. “I suppose I can be
good for you,” he said.
Kara good-naturedly pushed him to the side and got off the bed. “You liar,”
she said. “You're never good!”
Ron stood behind her and slipped his arms around her waist again. She could
see them both clearly in the vanity mirror, his blond haired, blue eyed face
peaking over her dark skin and even darker tresses. “I'm always good,” he
whispered to her. “And you love it when I'm bad too!”
His lips touched her ear through her hair, making her flesh tingle right down
to her crotch. It was so damn hard to deny him when he was in this mood.
“So you're really afraid we'll ruin your dress if I make love to you?” he
asked.
She patted his hand where it rested on her stomach. “You know we will,
Sweety. There's no way we can roll around on the bed without wrinkling—”
She stopped speaking when Ron lifted her dress up around her waist,
exposing the sexy red panties she'd intended to be a surprise for him tonight.
Ron wasted no time admiring them. Instead he slid them down over her
garters to her mid-thighs.
“Ron!” she snapped. “We can't—”
A shudder of pleasure cut off her protest as Ron's hand cupped her mons
veneris and his fingertips pressed lightly on her moist labia. She could see it all
clearly in the mirror. His skin looked much paler when contrasted with her
darkest flesh. His fingers began to lightly tickle her, caressing her moist folds
with feathery little touches.
“We...can't...” she repeated, but she didn't sound firm anymore—not even in
her own mind.
Ron kissed her again, pressing through her hair with his mouth to find the
hot flesh of her neck. In the mirror, the contours of Kara's nipples had become
visible, pressing out against the fabric of her dress. “We can't...what?” he asked.
“Can't stop? Can't quit? Can't—”
His middle finger gently separated the outer folds of her labia, releasing a
trickle of wetness onto her thighs.
The sensation galvanized the tattered shreds of Kara's will power. She turned
around, making him release her pussy, at least for the moment. “Ron, we have to
go.”
Ron caught her small hand and pressed it down to his crotch so she could
feel the thick meat beneath his pants. “We can't leave yet, Kara!” he told her. “I
need you!” His voice sounded hoarse with desire.
Kara's mutinous fingers began to trace the powerful length of Ron's erection
even as her brain sought to remember where they were going in a few minutes.
His lips found hers, spoiling her lipstick. His tongue darted into her mouth,
exploring her with raw need. His hand encouraged her fingers to stop playing
and tightly grip his penis.
Kara turned her face away, breaking the kiss. She wanted to help him—loved
the fact that he wanted her this badly—but she also hated the thought that having
sex right now would make them late and open them up to embarrassing
questions.
She decided on a compromise. Her lipstick was ruined anyway. It seemed the
best option.
She started to sink to her knees. “I'll blow you,” she offered. “Then you—”
Ron caught her beneath the armpits and hauled her back to her feet. “Blow
me tomorrow when we need a break because your mother and sister are driving
us crazy.” As if Kara would ever let that happen. “Right now I need to be deep
inside your pussy with your legs wrapped tight around me!”
His lips locked on top of hers again and his hands wrenched her dress back
up around her waist. Her panties slid the rest of the way down to her ankles
while he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her tight against his crotch.
He was even harder now than he'd been just a few seconds ago. But they were
leaving for his parents.
“My dress...” she protested past the demands of his hungry mouth.
Ron abruptly spun her around so she was facing her vanity mirror. His hands
impatiently caught the zipper at her back and wrenched it down. The dress
quickly followed, pulling her slip down with it. When she stepped out of the
material, he threw it impatiently across the floor until it struck the wall and
dropped in a heap.
“Wait a minute!” she protested.
Ron still wasn't listening. He dropped to his knees behind her and bit her on
the cheek while the fingers of his right hand reached up between her legs and
stroked her lips again. Juices rolled more freely onto her thighs. She'd never
gotten this wet with Bobby, her old boyfriend. Only Ron seemed to know how to
bring her body to life. She leaned forward on the vanity, spilling makeup cases
to the side. Her face pressed against her mirror and she spread her legs wider,
hoping he'd reached up and touch her clitoris.
Instead, Ron penetrated her with the fingers of his right hand, sliding
between her lips and then splaying the fingers to open her to the cool air of the
bedroom.
She shuddered again, glad that she was leaning on the table because the
sudden weakness in her knees was enough to make her fall without the support.
Ron's mouth sought out her behind, tongue lapping greedily at the lower
portion of her lips, nose pressing up against her crack. His fingers pulled out
from inside of her and found her clit beneath the close trimmed hairs of her bush.
This time the wave of weakness included Kara's arms and she collapsed
more heavily against the vanity table.
“You like that do you?” Ron asked. His voice muffled because he hadn't
really moved his mouth away from her pussy when he started speaking.
He rubbed her clit again, a circular motion of fingertips made wet by her
own juices.