I start by loosening her hair.
I reach over and start plucking the pins from her hair.
“What are you doing?” she asks, sounding horrified.
“Chill out,” I tell her, removing them all until her blonde hair is loose and cascading down her shoulders. “There. Sexy mama.”
Then I reach into my bag and pull out a bottle of cloudberry liquer handing it to her. “Here.”
She takes it from me. “What is this?”
“What does it look like, Princess? Drink it.”
She blinks at me and, fuck, she looks so damn gorgeous with those big confused eyes and the way her blonde hair spills over shoulders and chest.
“Drink it or I’m going to get handsy with you,” I say, raising a hand and wiggling my fingers.
Damn. I think there might be a flicker of lust in her eyes after all.
But, knowing that I’m not about to make Einar that uncomfortable, she still takes a drink.
Hands it back to me.
I grin at her and take an even bigger gulp. The drink is sweet as hell and I’d much rather have the nice burn of a scotch, but the bottle I brought I’m saving for when we get to the cabin.
We play this game of passing the bottle back and forth between us until we’ve drunk the whole thing, and now we play a whole new game where I’m buzzed and she’s drunk and we aren’t even at our destination.
We get Einar to pull over eventually, since I need to take a piss, and he drives down a quiet road. It’s deserted, covered in snow, so the car can’t go too far.
I stumble out of the car, the snow covering my boots as I make my way into the quiet of the pine trees. Last thing I need is for someone to drive past and take a picture of my dick.
I mean, the public has already seen it with that sex tape I made back in the day, but still.
I’m almost done when I see Ella stumble out of the car after me, laughing, drunk.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “You need to go too?”
She answers me by flinging herself at me, kissing me hard.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my mouth, wrapping her arms around me.
“For what?”
“For getting me drunk,” she says. “I’m already having the best time.”
I laugh. “We aren’t even there yet.”
“I know,” she says. “And I know when we get there, we won’t be alone.”
She places her hands on my face and kisses me again, so hard that I nearly fall backward into the snow. I can’t remember the last time she attacked me with her mouth like this, like she’s trying to devour me. She’s usually so timid and tired that it takes a lot of coaxing for me to get her to even consider having sex with me.
Luckily, I’m a persistent motherfucker, even if I have my work cut out for me every night. Hey, I don’t blame the woman, she’s a mother and she’s married into my crazy Norwegian family and there’s always a lot going on. I’m a pain in the ass too. But the least I can do is try to get her off a few times a week.
Right now, however, it seems like she’s trying to return the favor.
She reaches down, pressing her hand against my crotch, where my dick has turned into a very massive hard-on, straining against the fly of my pants like a monster.
I watch her expression as it changes, her nostrils flaring from lust, the way her smile curves, like she knows she’s being naughty and is about to be wicked. She’s having fun, which, fuck, is all I really wanted for this trip.
And I let her have her fun.
Who am I to stand in the way?
She drops to her knees in the snow, and for a moment I want to bring her back to her feet, knowing her jeans are getting soaked.
Then I realize this isn’t going to take me very long anyway.
She unzips my fly and reaches in, pulling my cock out of my briefs.
The air chills me to the bone, making my spine straighten, but her fist is warm as she grasps me and her mouth even more so.
Fuck me.
She slides my tip through her lips, sucking me in as far as I will go, keeping eye contact with me as she does it. I reach down and grab the back of her head, wanting so badly to start thrusting into her mouth around me. Somehow, I get a modicum of control and make a tight fist, slowly guiding her.
She has other plans. While she stares up at me with those devious, wicked eyes of hers, she starts moving her fist and mouth together, faster and faster. Her mouth is so warm, so wet, her tongue giving just the right amount of pressure over my ridge that I’m already seconds from coming.
God, I hope Einar isn’t watching this. He really does have eyes on the back of his head.
But that thought alone isn’t enough to stop it.
With a jerk, I come, my groans filling the forest, pumping my hips against her mouth as she sucks every last part of me dry.
Holy fuck.
My heart is thundering in my chest, my mind chased by euphoria. I stare down at my wife, my princess on her knees, and I’m just in fucking awe.
“That was fun,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Though, I suppose we should get going.”
I nod, feeling weightless and dumb, and haul her up to her feet. Her knees are totally soaked through, so we bring out a pair of fleece-lined leggings from the trunk and she quickly gets changed in the
