Healing Love at Christmas (2 page)

Jake shook his head, refusing to move his head from her lap. He didn’t know any other woman. He only wanted this woman.

“
There is no other woman,” he denied it again.

Natasha sobbed and tried to move his head off her lap.

Jake stood up but he refused to let her run and hide.

****

Natasha was shocked by Jake's sudden eagerness after months of being cold and aloof toward her. She moved out of the kitchen to the sitting room, taking in the early morning fire and the fluffy white rug spread out before it. How many times had they made love on that very rug by that very fire? Crying out in despair, she spun away. Too many memories flooded her consciousness.

She went to run up the stairs but Jake caught her around the waist, stopping any further movement she made. He lifted her against his chest, her back resting against his hardened chest. Natasha could feel his heartbeat rapidly pounding in his chest as she wriggled trying with all her might to get away. The more she wriggled, the stronger he held on.

“
Let me go!” she screamed at him. Six months of bottled up anger were being released in an instant. Ironically, while they were trapped by Christmas, the season of goodwill and giving, and the earth’s natural elements outside, her emotions seemed free as could be. It seemed the snow had come thick and fast as if fate had already decided they should be together to finally face up to the suspicions and secrets threatening their marriage.

“
I’ll never let you go.” He held her more securely against his chest.

Realizing she couldn’t overpower him, Natasha let go, allowing the anger and hostility to seep out of her tense muscles. A few minutes passed. Satisfied she wasn’t going to run off, Jake finally eased his hold on her.

Natasha spun round as fast as she could and slapped him across the face. He refused to give her a divorce. He refused to leave her alone. He was making her suffer. Now she'd do whatever it took to make him suffer the way she had these past six months. Her hands started to lash out at him hitting his chest, his arms, anything within her reach. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she was hitting the man she loved or the fact that he was letting her. It was like he was admitting to his infidelity.

Minutes passed and her arms ached, her chest felt like it would burst. She went to hit him one last time but then Natasha looked at his face, the beautiful, handsome face she'd loved these past five years. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t hurt him anymore.

Something inside her shifted and Natasha felt her resentment melting. She was ready to surrender to the love she'd never really lost for Jake. It had been poisoned by anger and fear but it never really left. She fell into his chest and her arms circled his waist. Natasha inhaled his scent and it triggered memories of lust, love and longing. She silently confessed to her innermost self,
I love this man with all my heart and soul.

His arms held her close as he stroked her hair and back and he kissed her on the top of the head. Natasha looked up at him. She didn’t see a cheating scoundrel. She saw Jake. She saw her husband and she loved him.

Her eyes were watering from the onset of emotion as he bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Natasha responded pursing her lips to receive his. In the past six months, they'd kissed but it was nothing compared to the kiss Natasha craved.

“
Kiss me,” she begged.

He moaned into her mouth. “I am kissing you.”

Her arms moved to wind behind his neck.

“
Properly,” she said.

He opened his lips taking possession of her mouth. Invading her. Natasha gasped at the sensation as his tongue stroked along her lips, opening her up to receive his tongue.

She touched him with the tip of her own tongue. Groaning echoed along the walls of the cabin. The snow outside was forgotten as Jake and Natasha learned each other’s bodies all over again.

Chapter
Two

Jake moaned as her tongue touched his. Months of refusal and now he had her in his arms. His dick was hard, aching with need. This wasn’t about him, though. This was about Natasha.

His fingers curled through the beautiful blonde strands of her hair. He fisted his palm, pulling on the strands. She cried out as the tears in her eyes cleared and the foggy haze of arousal shone bright within her.

“
I want you Nat—” Jake was cut off as her lips devoured him.

“
Shut up,” she ordered.

Her tiny hands pulled at his zipper. She pushed his hands out of the way. Jake allowed her to take the lead and his jeans fell in a heap on the floor as her lips came back to his. Growling in frustration, she tore the shirt from his body, the torn pieces meeting his trousers on the floor. Her nails grazed the skin on his chest.

Moaning, he tore her shirt from her body. No bra. Her bare breasts naked for his personal viewing, the small, tight red nipples poking up at him hard and pert. He bent his head, his lips taking the tiny bead between them. He nibbled, his teeth nipping at the sensitive tips.

Natasha screamed. Her fingers were in his hair and she seemed unsure whether to finish this or stop. Would she suddenly remember and stop? They were at the point of no return and Jake shuddered as she pushed her breast further into his mouth.

Jake groaned, flicking the red tip with his tongue. Looking up, he watched as her head flung back and a satisfied moan escaped from between her plump lips. His eyes still on her rapturous face, his fingers moved to the zipper of her slacks. Within seconds, the fabric was around her ankles, followed swiftly by her chaste white, cotton panties. Jake gave a slight wince at the sight of the plain underwear. Natasha was usually a temptress in the underwear department.

In Jake’s heightened state of arousal, the panties didn’t matter so they joined the pile of clothes on the floor. He gazed up at her beauty. He admired the smooth, pink skin on her supple thighs. Her mound, which was making his heart beat so fast he was sure Natasha could hear it, was neatly trimmed. The blond curls were damp with her fragrant arousal and his mouth watered for a taste. Her breasts heaved in and out with each excited breath.

“
You're so beautiful, Nat.” Jake kissed the roundness of her belly. His large hands cupped her hips moving her backwards until she landed on the carpeted step. Still kneeling before her, his eyes never leaving her, Jake positioned her legs, opening her wide, his hands cupping her ass bringing her to the edge of the step.

“
Keep them open,” he instructed, his voice husky.

She nodded, the movement jerky.

He opened his hands over her stomach then closed his eyes as he imagined the shape of her hips in his mind. Jake moved his hands until he grasped the flesh of her inner thighs. Then he looked directly at her.

“
I’m going to taste you,” he warned her. He licked his lips causing her to gasp in excitement before he glanced down at his wife’s open and exposed pussy. She looked juicy and tempting.

Using his thumbs, he opened her trimmed lips, exposing her swollen little pearl from its hood. Natasha was already wet and willing but he wanted her more than wet and willing. Jake wanted her mindless. He wanted her screaming from the rooftops.

He could see her beautiful blue eyes following his every movement, not wanting to miss anything he was about to do to her.

Jake moved gently and methodically. He prolonged every possible, almost painful moment until both he and Natasha trembled with the exact same vibration of sexual anticipation. He finally glided his tongue along her channel, gathering her delicious cream on his tongue. After so many months without being near her he felt like a starving man. He teased her swollen clit, feeling it pulse against his tongue.

Her eyes closed as she sucked in every sensation he was creating, not only with his wickedly agile tongue, but with his fingers, his hands and his overall masculine smell and presence. His thumbs spreading her wide, Jake knew she knew not to move her hands from resting on the step. He could do anything he wanted with her. Natasha had turned a corner in a matter of minutes. Earlier this morning, he was certain she hated him wanted a divorce. Now, deep inside him, he had to admit the passion she put toward hating him had been there all along, hiding, fermenting and now rising toward a climax he'd waited on for so long.

And Jake couldn’t wait any longer before doing to Nat all the playful and slightly wicked tricks he'd fantasized about for the past six months. He swirled his tongue along her clit slowly, sliding down to her molten core, and circled the entrance he knew his cock would be buried in soon. He wanted it so bad. He moved his tongue up to swirl her pulsing clit happy his ministrations were having the desired effect. Her legs were shaking, not with fatigue, but with the suppression of desire.

Her pelvis moved of its own accord and her hands were white where she grasped the edge of the stair where she sat as she moaned.

“
You’re killing me, Jake,” she groaned, her eyes still closed as his teeth grazed her sensitive nub.

****

Natasha took several deep breaths trying to contain her heightening excitement. As she began to get her nerves under control, Jake penetrated her passage with three fingers and she screamed out, her pelvis instinctively thrusting onto the invading fingers. Natasha loved the burn he were creating. Jake was stretching muscles that had laid dormant for six long months and the burning sensation was a welcome relief after so long without any contact or stimulation.

“
Damn. You’re so tight, love.” Jake offered as he pressed his fingers between her aching thighs. She could feel him pushing all the way inside to his knuckles.

“
I can’t wait anymore, Jake. I need you inside me,” she begged. Her hand moved between her legs to remove his fingers from her tight hole.

“
This is for you,” he groaned, holding steady where he was.

“
No,” she denied him.

Natasha went to move away from his touch and from his hand but his free hand held on for dear life at her hip, his touch bruising. Natasha glanced at his face. His emotions were easy to read. She gasped at the raw, animal need radiating from him.

Swallowing against the lump of emotion locked in her throat, Natasha glanced away. She couldn’t allow this to be about her. It had to be about the both of them.

Keeping her face averted from his searching gaze, she leaned down and abruptly pulled his shorts down where they joined Jake’s jeans on the floor. Natasha opened her thighs wider. Using her hands, she positioned him between her spread legs, holding his cock in one hand, pulling him toward her. Holding his cock, she moved the tip against her swollen clit and through her wet juice until she placed him at her entrance.

Now they both were looking down at where they were connected. They weren't yet one but they were the closest they'd been in months. Natasha could see the pulse of his shaft, the purple head leaking his sperm against her mound.

“
You drive me crazy,” he whispered. She guided him inch by delightful inch inside her body. When her hand couldn’t fit between their bodies any longer, she moved out of the way and reached for his butt. She pulled him in feeling the glide as he slid all the way up inside her.

She exhaled a long overdue, content breath. This is where he was supposed to be, inside her, loving her.

His hands came up to move the stray strands of hair from her face and given her ass was uncomfortable on the edge of the stairs, Natasha had no intention of staying here long. Once her muscles stretched to accommodate his huge width and length, she wanted it hot, hard and rough.

Minutes passed as they looked at each other. Neither of them moving, they just stared at each other, learning each other all over again.

Jake began to move slowly, pulling out of her body, savouring the exquisite feel of her pulsing around his member trying to keep him inside. He pulled out all the way watching her gasp and moan before he slammed full force inside her.

Natasha cried out, loving the feel of his male hardness forcing its way inside her. Her ass slammed against the back of the stair she was perched upon but she didn’t care. She just needed to feel her husband. His hands held onto her hips as he prepared for another thrust.

Natasha met him half way, slamming her full force against him. She could already feel the tightness in her stomach, the knowing tightness searching for release.

Together they fucked like never before, animalistic, as they both searched for the peak of pleasure. His hands moved from her hips to the plumpness of her ass, lifting her with his strength until he was moving her body on his, making her take all of him, not letting her get away.

Natasha could feel how close she was. Reaching down between them, she circled her clit with two fingers, rubbing her juice around her swollen nub. She gasped as his stomach hit her hand causing pressure on her sweet spot.

“
Do it again,” she demanded. Feeling his body smack her hand as she worked her little clit was delightful, like being spanked on her pussy.

“
That feels so good,” she screamed out as she felt her climax wash over her sending her into an uncontrollable spasm. Her pussy tightened on Jack's cock thrusting inside her and she screamed again, closing her eyes as every muscle in her body tingled with electricity, her entire body an extension of the wild pleasure emanating from her pussy.