Chapter 8

Noel looked at Shelby and laughed as he slid a sheepskin condom over his rigid cock and tied the drawstring at the base. Like everything else in the house, it was a perfect fit, even if the texture certainly wasn't what he was used to.

Shelby looked at him and stopped laughing. Instead, she licked her lips and lay back against the sheets, holding out her hand to him.

It was the best invitation he'd ever received. He moved over her, fitted himself between her legs and slid home into her tight, wet heat.

"Yes!" She lifted her hips up off the mattress to meet him partway. Her knees were bent to accommodate his weight and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her short nails digging into his back while he slowly stroked in and out.

"You're so fucking tight," he muttered. The muscles of her sheath clutched at his shaft, rippling gently around him. Then, just because he hadn't tasted her there yet, he leaned down and caught one rosy peach nipple between his lips.

"Noel!"

He loved the way she whimpered his name and bucked her hips as he started to suck. Her nipples were small, taut little berries centered in generous areolas. Her skin smelled a little of vanilla and cinnamon - not heavy enough for a perfume, but maybe a body wash or lotion. Whatever it was, mingled with her feminine musk, it was a damn sexy combination. He sucked harder, drawing more of her flesh into his mouth, even as he drove deeper and harder into her cunt with every stroke of his cock.

Shelby's breathing was a series of fractured little gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers. He felt her muscles tighten beneath him and her nails bit even harder into his skin. He let go of her nipple and blew gently on the damp flesh. "That's it, sweetheart," he groaned. He nipped down on the tip of her other breast, sheathing his teeth with his lips to keep the sting this side of pain.

"Noel!" This time she screamed his name, loud enough to make his ears ring. Her pussy convulsed around his shuttling cock, squeezing and milking him until he couldn't stand any more. His balls nearly exploded, sending scalding-hot jets of cum into her - spurt after spurt until he was afraid the condom wouldn't contain it.

He sucked on her nipple and she continued to shudder around him, drawing even more fluid from him, although he should be reduced to a dried-out husk by now.

Finally done, he let go of her breast and shifted upward to kiss her lips. She lay quiet beneath him, with occasional aftershocks still quivering through her soft curves and rippling along his shaft.

"Thank you," he whispered, looking into her passion-glazed eyes. "That was...amazing."

"N-no k-kidding," she gasped, smiling hesitantly up at him. "Umm - wow."

Wow was right. He brushed a tendril of hair off her face and kissed her again, this time deeply and sweetly. He was drained, but damned if he wasn't still mostly hard. It wouldn't take much for him to be ready all over again.

"Now if I can just move again sometime this year," she said with a rueful grin. She stretched and winced. "That would be good. Haven't had that kind of workout in a long time."

Noel reluctantly pulled out and sat up. "There's a big claw-foot bathtub in the next room," he said. "Feel like soaking for a bit?"

She agreed and he went into the next room to dispose of the condom and start running her a bath. Untying the damn thing was tricky, but at least it didn't seem to be leaking. Figuring sheepskin was biodegradable, he flushed it, wondering if that was even an issue since they seemed to be in a magical limbo world somewhere.

There was a big jar of bath salts sitting on a shelf beside the tub, so he poured in about half, unsurprised to find the scent of cinnamon and vanilla filling the room. He washed up quickly at the sink with his own favorite sandalwood soap. Returning to the bedroom, he slipped on the heavy silk bathrobe hanging by the bathroom door.

Shelby had piled her hair in a messy knot on top of her head and was sticking pins in it. "This is a lot easier with a big plastic clip," she grumbled. Her good-natured grin let him know she wasn't too worried.

He laughed. "Well, there's a straight razor by the bathroom sink, so you're not the only one with issues. I may end up slitting my own throat in the morning."

"You could not shave," she offered.

Noel shook his head. "I'll manage." No way was he going to scratch up Shelby's delicate skin with stubble.

She rolled her eyes. "Good thing I shaved my legs this morning. They should be good for a few days. Sorry, but no way am I going to try to work one of those things around my ankles and knees."

"Don't worry, I promise not to notice." It was surprisingly easy to joke with her, he marveled. Most women he slept with were either clingy or cold afterward. Friendly and funny was quite a novelty. "I'm going to head downstairs for that tray of snacks. You want me to try to find anything else?"

After she declined, he trotted down the wide staircase. He was halfway back up before he realized he was whistling Deck the Halls. Noel shook his head. He hated Christmas carols. Or at least he'd thought he did.