Little Snowflake: A dark romance novella, page 11
I groan audibly when I realise I’m jealous of a fucking condom.
I shut the gift box and head upstairs, looking out the archway window. Reminiscing about last night.
My imagination gets to work as mischief comes to play.
He always watches me, right?
If he’s so desperate to have me again, he won’t be able to fight his desire if I’m naked and ready for him.
I’ll make it easy for him; the hydrangea maze is where I’ll wait. Outside for his benefit, but making him work for it by trying to locate me.
My gut tells me he’s somewhere out there beyond the tree line, so I slowly lift my shirt over my head. Next, I slowly lower my pants to reveal a nude-lace matching underwear set. I slowly unclip the back of the bra and let the straps fall off my shoulders. With a slight wriggle, the bra falls in front of me, leaving my breasts bare and exposed. Last, I hook my thumbs underneath my thong, and gently push the lace material down my thighs. They puddle beneath me, and I stand tall, embracing my completely nude body.
Anticipation leaves goosebumps along my skin and my heart races like it’s aiming for a winning prize. As I make my way downstairs, I try to reassure myself with encouraging words. He wants this. I want this. It’ll be worth it.
I feel like a glass of wine should’ve been a necessity before I stripped. Or the whole bottle. But strangely I don’t feel the need for alcohol to fill me with courage. My desire and need for this man is enough.
My pace is slow, but I keep pushing forward. My self doubt and nervousness is trying to get to the forefront of my mind, but my arousal isn’t letting it.
Not allowing myself to pause when I push open the back door, I make my way towards the hydrangea maze. The fall chill in the air sends a shiver through my body, but only lights my arousal further.
My pussy is wet and begging to be touched, but I fight the urge to give in. I want him to touch me and make me feel so full of pleasure that I’m flying on a cloud of euphoria.
Danger could be screaming in my face right now and I wouldn’t be able to hear it. Not with the lust and passion blocking all my senses and only allowing me to have one goal.
To climax.
18
Tristan
My throat feels drier than the Sahara Desert as I try to gulp down my apprehension. Swallowing non-existent saliva feels like breathing in sawdust and I fight the urge to cough as I stand outside the hydrangea maze.
I didn’t need to stay and watch her read the letter and open the special gift the mailman delivered, but I couldn’t pull myself away.
My plan was to leave after she had opened the letter and gift so I could see her reaction, but I wasn’t expecting her next move.
It’s like she can sense when I watch her, like a telepathic signal that connects us both together.
Slowly undressing herself, she reveals her nude body to me out my favourite arch window. She takes her sweet time taking off each item of clothing, like she doesn’t realise how desperate I am to see her naked again. I was half tempted to pace across her yard and rip her clothes off with less delicacy.
But she’s playing me. Teasing me. Testing me.
She disappears for a couple minutes and I fight the urge to run over and get a closer look, but I stay strong and stay rooted where I’m standing in the tree line. Blonde locks suddenly appear leaving through the back door of her house and my eyes instantly lock in on her. Pulling them away from her delicious bare body is like pulling a tiger from its prey, it’s just never going to fucking happen.
Pure animalistic dominance is telling me to sprint over to her, to grab her and claim her in the middle of the yard, but now I know she enjoys being watched, this is for her too.
Her sudden disappearance into the hydrangea maze pulls my self-control away and tells my legs to make their way over there.
Constant, large steps build my anticipation of what I’m about to walk into. Filthy images of her touching herself flick through my mind and my cock instantly reacts to the erotic image. She turns me on so much that I could bust a nut right now. I palm my cock to ease some of the ache, but instead it turns me on more. A growl escapes my lips at the annoyance.
Another fucking marathon to get across Pria’s backyard and I’m standing outside the maze. Pausing, I tilt my head back to take in its height. I can’t climb the bush because it wouldn’t hold my weight, so I take a deep breath and find the starting point.
Doubt pulls me back as I consider this being a trap. What if she’s luring me in to corner me and express how she really feels? But then I remember back to how much she enjoyed last night as she came on my face, and how she subconsciously bit her lip while she read the letter. Or how her thighs clenched when she saw the condom. Her physical reactions speak volumes. She wants this as much as me.
My foot steps over the maze threshold, and like a switch being flicked, primal need heats my body and heightens my senses. Nothing else is on my mind other than finding Pria’s nude body inside this maze.
I feel like I’m turning corners I've already walked down, and I swear it’s been at least five minutes of pacing around in circles. And yet, no sign of Pria.
She knows this maze, I don’t. She probably knows her way around it in the dark; knowing each corner and each dead end. I’m like a non-swimmer being chucked in the deep end.
She’ll figure out where I am.
I won’t have a fucking clue where she is.
She’s stalking me.
The roles have fucking reversed.
***
The hair on the back of my neck rises as I consider the possibility of Pria watching me. I pull my black hood up over my head and hook my mask onto my face. I need to protect my identity in case she finds me.
I’m not going to win this if I use my sight when all I can see is a bunch of fucking hydrangeas. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and focus on my hearing. I listen for her shallow breaths, her light footsteps, her sweet gasps. I use my nose to pick up her distinct scent. As a cool deep breath is inhaled, I isolate her sweet berries and black cherry scent and her strawberry shampoo.
She’s near.
Crouching, I listen for any movement and peek through the small gaps within the bushes. Making myself smaller makes me less of a target and harder for Pria to locate me.
Her footsteps sound far away at first, but they start getting louder and heavier. She’s getting closer to me, but she hasn’t found me. She steps with caution and her breathing is fast paced. She’s living in suspense.
Ivory briefly flashes in the corner of my left eye and I have to peak though fucking leaves and flowers to know I’ve found her. She’s facing away from me, looking at her surroundings and having a moment to breathe.
This is my chance.
Silently stepping forward, I’m in luck when I notice the next corner isn’t a dead end. I follow it around, hoping this will lead me to her. Turning another corner, I clench my fist in silent succession when it leads to another passage and a sudden opening.
The opening leads to the middle of the maze, the usual winning point. Definitely a winning point for me because my view is the back of Pria, completely naked and absolutely fucking glorious.
Checking my pocket, I find the same blindfold from last night. I pull it out and silently pace towards her, desperate to keep my presence unknown. I pull my mask down so my voice is clearer when I speak to her. Anticipation makes my heart race at a questioning pace, and my cock throbs at the need to be released and touched by Pria.
A mere inch is between us, her back to my front, the exact same as last night. I can see the moment she senses I’m behind her when her sudden intake of breath freezes her whole body like a statue. Her body wants to turn around and look at me, but her brain tells her no. I place the blindfold over her hazel eyes and she gasps in response.
“Do what I say,” I speak low in her ear as I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it at the back. “And don’t resist. I want you to relax and let me in, baby. Can you do that?”
She nods her head lightly.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” she pants.
My left hand snakes up her waist to her left breast, cupping it. I lightly pinch her nipple, earning myself a moan from her lush lips. Brushing her locks to her right side, I lower my lips to her neck and breathe in her scent. Sweet like her. I leave a hot, opened mouth kiss on her neck, tasting her soft skin.
“You showed up,” she whispers, pulling my attention from her neck to her voice. “You really do watch me.”
I can feel her heart rate pick up, but she doesn’t tense up in fear, she vibrates in anticipation. “So much time wasted just watching me do nothing, in hopes of seeing me do something worth your time.” It’s like she’s fighting her conscience, reminding herself how morally wrong it is that I watch her, trying to convince the dark parts inside of her that she shouldn’t enjoy being watched.
A deep inhale enters her lungs. “Oh my God, you’re crazy.” Her head shakes like she regrets her words as soon as they leave her mouth, but they’re too late to take back.
A smirk twitches at my mouth at her lack of fear following her statement. “I prefer passionate,” I tease. “Let me show me how crazy I really am about you while I eat your perfect pussy.”
She gasps at my vulgar statement, but I feel her thighs clench.
“‘I want you to open your legs for me. When I tap them, I want you to lower down into a squat and sit on your knees. Understand?”
“I understand.”
She parts her legs at a forty-five degree angle and waits like a good fucking girl. I pull my hood down and circle around so I’m standing in front of her. I lower myself down into a crouch and then lay myself down underneath Pria, with my legs laid out right and my head directly below her core.
Lightly, I tap her legs and she begins lowering herself down onto me, from a squat to a kneel, her pussy hovers above my face. Her gasps of acknowledgement only build the tension between us as my breath fans her most sensitive part.
“Now ride my face, baby.”
A low, pleased moan escapes her lips at my instruction, Pria takes no time closing the inch gap between us by sitting on my face. I was expecting shy, gentle and held-back Pria, but instead, I got the complete opposite.
Pria rides, grinds and fucks my face, moaning like no one can hear and gasping like this is her first time riding someone.
Her fingers tousle my hair, grasping and pulling it like she’s trying to memorise each strand. Her perfect tits jiggle as she moves forwards and backwards and her gorgeous pink nipples stand erect from the chilled breeze sweeping over her delicate skin.
She nearly suffocates me, but I’m fucking thankful. Dying between her legs sounds like the best way to go out. The only thing that would make it better is with her coming and screaming my name.
Except she doesn’t know it yet.
Increased panting and vigorous thrusting is all I need to realise Pria is about to come. “That’s it, little snowflake, fuck my face while you come down my chin.”
That demand earns me a whimper, and suddenly she’s screaming words in Italian as her head falls back and her body grows weaker. My chin gets wetter and wetter from her orgasm and I try to lick up as much as possible as I savour her unique taste. Her pants begin slowing and her cheeks bloom pretty pink with her after-orgasm glow.
“Fuck me,” Pria suddenly blurts, shocking me at her abrupt confident demand. She must not know I can’t respond with her pussy still placed firmly on my mouth, so I gently flick her clit, earning me a jolt and a shuffle back so she’s sitting on my rock hard dick.
I hiss at the tightness, but she doesn’t move. Instead she slightly adjusts herself so her pussy is directly on my clothed cock.
“You need a release. Please, fuck me. I need you inside of me.” She practically begs me and I find it almost fucking impossible to say no. Almost. I want her to see me when I fuck her. I don’t want her to be masked and I don’t want to be dressed in all black like a fucking stalker. It has to be the right time; this weekend will be the right time.
She begins undoing my zipper, jolting me to grab her wrists to stop her. “Not yet.” I state. “When I fuck you, you’ll be able to see me thrusting in and out of your tight little pussy, baby. I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to watch me come inside of you.”
“Then let me taste you,” I don’t need to see her eyes to see the desperation in them. “Please.”
I debate letting her do anything to me at all, but I can’t say no to her twice.
Slowly, I lift my hands off her hands and let her carry on unzipping my pants. She pulls my pants and boxer briefs down and my cock springs free. Hard, erect, and dripping in precum.
Both of Pria’s hands hold my dick as she lowers her open mouth down to the swollen head. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip, I’m so fucking close already.
She slowly begins bobbing her head up and down while circling both hands around my cock in unison. She gets to an impressive six inches before she activates her gag reflex. She’ll be swallowing the whole eight inches in no time.
“That’s a good girl, swallowing my cock like it was made for your gorgeous mouth.” I moan as I fight the urge to come already.
She sucks me so fucking good, I can barely hold out. I internally debate whether thinking of something fucking awful to prolong this perfect blowjob, or say fuck it and come in her mouth right now.
I decide on the second option because this is too fucking good to stop.
“Fuck, baby, this is too fucking good. I’m going to come.”
She pauses and pulls her head off my dick. “Let me taste you,” she instructs before sinking her mouth back down onto my cock.
Fuck.
Grasping her head on either side, I fuck her mouth, tapping the back of her throat each time as she gags with each thrust. A weight is suddenly lifted off my body and I feel like I’m floating. Riding the waves of pure euphoria as my orgasm takes over me. Looking down, I mentally capture the perfect image of Pria sucking my cock like she was told.
Thick ropes of come shoot into the back of her throat, and once I’ve finished, she makes a pop noise as she releases my dick from her mouth and swallows my load.
Perfect girl.
I notice her arms suddenly cover her breasts and stomach. “Get up,” I instruct. She rises and so do I, and I lift my hoodie over my head. “Here.” I put it over her head, letting it fall to cover her naked body.
“Do you want this back?” She points at the blindfold she’s still wearing. I can see the shy blush creeping up her cheeks.
“No. We won’t need it next time.”
As a satisfied smile grows on her cheeks, I take her distraction as my opportunity to escape, leaving her in the hydrangea maze alone with my identity still kept secret.
Next time I see her, she’ll see me. The real me, without the blindfold.
19
Pria
Leather, cedarwood and masculinity invades my nostrils as I inhale the scent plastered to the all black hoodie I'm wearing. I haven’t taken it off since yesterday. I slept in it, and still have no desire to take it off.
I’m still flying on a high of satisfaction after yesterday’s maze activity. He did exactly as I predicted; gave in to my naked body. While I know I should be terrified by this man, he has the opposite effect on me. He makes me feel wanted, desired, seen. Him giving me his hoodie to cover up when I felt exposed is the exact reason I have it on now. It feels like a warm hug. An embrace of safety that shelters me from all danger in this world. I want to keep this piece of him close to me.
I’m desperate to get to know him.
He showed me his most intimate part yesterday, and our dynamic feels more personal now. He knows everything about me; it’s now my turn to learn everything about him. His body, his mind, his dreams and fears. I want to know it all.
He told me the blindfold won’t be needed next time. I get to see him the same way he sees me. While I’m ecstatic to see his face, I’ve grown fond of the blindfold. The way it heightens all my senses and amplifies my arousal, I’ll be sad for it to go.
The delicate knock at my front door has me dawdling over to answer it without an inch of urgency. Today is a big day in Charlestown, and everyone is eagerly waiting for a knock at their door to deliver a highly anticipated invite. Not everyone receives one, and personally, I’m not one of those people who look forward to receiving one, but no one can predict who’ll receive an invite.
It’s too early for the mailman, so it’s either my stalker or an invite. I swallow a gulp of nerves at the memory of my stalker telling me I won’t need to be blindfolded next time. Will I finally see his face? But standing on the other side of my door delivering a letter isn’t very stalkerish, so I assume not.
Taking a breath of calmness, I open my front door, just to be faced with nothing. I was expecting a person at least, but I can’t see a single human being. My brows drop in a frown as I take a step back to close my front door, but my eye catches on the two letters placed on my door mat.
Two letters.
I gulp as my nerves start dancing in my stomach. Picking them up like they’re covered in dirt, I cling onto the corners and bring them inside. I shut the door behind me and make my way upstairs to my bedroom to read the letters.
One letter I recognise instantly. The emerald-green envelope is a clear giveaway this one is from my stalker. The other is in a navy-blue envelope with my name on it and no address.
I decide to open the emerald-green envelope first.
Little Snowflake,
While I’ve grown quite accustomed to the blindfold, it won’t be needed next time. That’s not to say we won’t need it in the future, I know it’s a sexual desire for you.
