Snowbound Summer (6 page)
Kara started to answer but Ron's thumb found her nipple and began to gently caress it, rolling the thickening tip about in circles, causing Kara's eyes to flutter upward, moving toward the back of her skull.
“That's not...” she started to tell him.
Ron propped his torso up a little higher. He was still lying lengthwise against her body, but now he could lean over her chest and gently suck one cotton-covered nipple into his mouth. He pulled gently, stretching the tit taut while he continued to play with the other breast. The movement of his body caused his swelling penis to straighten out across Kara's thigh and point into the thin folds of her nightgown toward her pussy.
Kara had to remind herself to start breathing again. The cool air in her lungs conflicted with the heat being generated between her legs and concentrating in her cheeks, neck, and breasts.
Ron let go of her nipples. “You're right,” he observed. “These aren't muscles. I'll have to look elsewhere for the source of your problem.”
His fingers began to trace lazy spirals down her stomach, looping lower and lower on her body, skirting her pussy to explore her upper legs. “Ah, here are some muscles,” he told her. He squeezed her sore flesh through the nightgown and Kara surprised herself by groaning with pleasure as his fingers did indeed ease the pain in her thighs.
“You like that, do you?” Ron asked.
Kara was afraid to encourage him, but it really did feel good to have his fingers digging into her overly tense muscles.
Ron continued massaging her, using his fingertips and thumb to force her muscles to loosen up. He had done this for her many times before, stripping her naked and rubbing oil into her flesh before kneading her taut muscles with his strong fingers. After he loosened her body, she could always count on him to finish the job by making slow and delicious love to her. But here with his parents, siblings, nieces and nephews all surrounding their room, this last wasn't an option. The fact that Kara couldn't count on Ron to admit the limits the proximity of his relatives placed on them, somehow made his touch even more exciting. She liked not knowing how far he'd really try to go.
As if to reinforce Kara's concern, she noticed her nightgown had slipped higher up on her thighs, the hem creeping steadily toward Ron's probing fingers. Her heart pounded harder within her chest, waiting in delirious anticipation for the nightgown to stop impeding Ron's exploration of her lower body.
His fingertips slid onto the bare flesh of her thighs and continued to knead the hard muscles, exciting her even as they forced her flesh to relax. It didn't take too much longer for them to creep higher, teasing Kara into spreading her thighs, seducing her into suppressing her fears as she wondered just how far Ron was really willing to go tonight.
The sides of his fingers lightly brushed her glistening labia and his thumb skipped from her thigh to the smooth shaved flesh of her
mons veneris
. He caressed her naked skin until he brushed up against the small trim triangle of pubic hair, which she left just north of her clitoris.
His lips began to suck ever so lightly on her cheekbone as his fingertips settled on the sensitive flesh between her legs.
A tiny piece of Kara's consciousness, which was still able to think of things that didn't involve Ron's fingers or lips, remembered that they had
very
little privacy this weekend. “I think...” she tried, before a tremor of pleasure forced her to start again. “I think we should stop now.”
Ron ignored her.
His fingertips gently stroke her pussy, tracing the contours of her softest flesh and making her whole body tremble.
“I really think,” Kara whispered again, “that we should—”
A spasm broke her sentence making her half sit up in bed as her thighs clamped tight upon Ron's hand, and her hands shot to cover his and push his fingers deeper between her legs.
“Think what,” Ron teased. His voice sounded all the more sexy in her ears because he was whispering. “You think you have a Charlie horse? Is that why you sat up so suddenly?”
He wrapped his free arm around Kara's shoulders and pulled her back flat on the mattress.
“Let me help you with that spasm,” he said. “I'll get you all loosened up again.”
His fingers slid up her wet labia, transferring her moisture to the swollen nub of her clitoris.
“Oh,” she groaned, louder than she knew she should have. “Ron, don't—”
She hadn't completed the instruction before his fingers pressed down and Kara's hips bucked up toward the ceiling. Her mouth opened to scream and she grabbed the pillow off the bed and bit into it—
hard
. Ron's fingers dug furiously into her clit, rubbing faster and faster, even as his other hand—arm wrapped around her back so he could grip her shoulder—kept her effectively pinned flat upon the mattress.
Kara's knees lifted so high they would have struck her chin if not for the pillow she hugged against her face to stifle her orgasmic screams. Apparently this position offered Ron additional inspiration, for suddenly his fingers left her pussy while his alternate hand slid out from behind her back. He rolled to his knees in front of her and his hands caught Kara's legs just below the kneecaps, pushing her thighs flat across her stomach and breasts, completely exposing the long crevice of her pussy. Then his head dipped down, a shadow disappearing in the darkness of the room, and his long flat tongue lapped the length of Kara's labia.
She really couldn't help herself!
She screamed her pleasure into the pillow, heart racing with pre-orgasmic pleasure and plain old-fashioned fear of discovery.
Ron licked her again, slow and delicious, coaxing spasms of ecstasy out of her moist lips and the treasure they secured.
Her spine arched, struggling to push herself harder against Ron's tongue, but his fingers tightened their grip behind her knees and pressed her legs harder against her breasts and stomach.
Kara squeezed the pillow tighter in her embrace, forcing it against her mouth to stifle the noise she knew she must be making. Her lungs fought for air—at war with both the pillow and the surging pulse within her that made it difficult for her to remember to keep her chest heaving. If Ron didn't grant her some release soon, the pillow wasn't going to be enough to contain her.
His tongue worked its way slowly up her pussy again, this time trying to slice between the moist outer lips to taste the nectar building up within her.
Kara's whole body began to shake on the precipice of a monumental orgasm. Spasms wracked her thighs and the arms securing the pillow against her screams quivered with pent up energy. Drum solos were quieter than the pounding in her chest as the tip of Ron's tongue reached the upper most limits of her labia and then delicately circled the painfully swollen flesh of her clitoris. If he would just...
Ron's lips circled Kara's clit and gently sucked it into the welcoming warmth of his mouth.
Kara bucked so hard, her ass left the bed and she almost knocked Ron off of her. Her legs broke free of his grip and circled around his head. Ron had already recovered his balance. He grasped her inner thighs in his merciless hands forcing them very wide apart as he muscled her back down onto the bed. Then his mouth locked onto her clitoris again and there was nothing gentle or teasing in the way he sucked her into climax.
One very tiny flicker in the back of Kara's mind remembered there were ears to hear them. She gripped the pillow ever more tightly against her face, biting it as she screamed anew in pleasure. Her pussy had taken on a life of its own—writhing, squirming and thrusting in excitement until she thought she couldn't possibly come anymore.
She was wrong, of course.
Ron clambered up her exhausted body and rubbed the thick viper's head of his beautiful cock between her sopping lips. The mini-climaxes that accompanied his actions were further fueled by the memories of the long stiff prick about to enter her passage. Her body knew her man and her thighs were already spreading themselves, eager to accommodate him.
Ron penetrated her in one long smooth stroke—stretching Kara's pussy with the thickness of his erection, immediately triggering another wave of orgasms.
And all she could do was pull the pillow tighter against her face and hope that no one outside the bedroom could hear her screams of excitement.
* * * *
* * * *
Kara woke to the sounds of kids fighting over the bathroom. She was extraordinarily sore and tired and felt...well
funky
might not be a trendy word but it certainly accurately described how badly she needed a shower. From the sounds of things outside her bedroom, that might take a while.
She remembered several of the things Ron had done to her last night and shuddered—partly from remembered pleasure but mostly from a fear that the rest of the family had been listening in. Ron and Kara had the bedroom between Anne and Kitten's, which gave her hope that at least Ron's parents hadn't overheard their love making but in retrospect, it seemed much too much to hope that his sisters hadn't heard anything.
She buried her head back under the pillows and wished she could take back the last six or seven hours. Sleep would have had her feeling so much more rested and there wouldn't be anything to be feeling embarrassed over now.
The door opened and Ron's voice filled the room. “Rise and shine, Kara. It's almost time to go to breakfast.”
Kara groaned.
She heard the door shut again, but evidently Ron had stayed inside the bedroom because the sheet was suddenly pulled back from her body leaving her half naked and exposed to anyone else who might open the door.
Kara shot straight up into a sitting position and snatched the sheet back up over her groin. “I can't believe I let you—”
Ron tried to silence her with a kiss—his lips moving sweetly against hers—his tongue lightly tasting her teeth.
She picked up her complaint exactly where she'd broken off as soon as his mouth left hers. “—do that to me with your family all around us.”
“You're welcome,” Ron said. “Now unless you want to have all my nieces and nephews piling in here with us to see what's taking you so long, I suggest that you wake up and get ready for another wonderful day in this snowy August paradise.”
Kara looked askance at him. “They wouldn't do that.”
Ron grinned. “Do you really want to take that chance?”
Kara admitted defeat. “Hand me my robe and get out of here. I've got to find my clothes and my makeup bag.”
Ron did as she asked and left her in peace.
With her muscles protesting every movement, Kara set about getting ready for the new day.
* * * *
Chapter Six
“So what are you all going to do today?” Hanna asked as breakfast ground to a close.
“Ski!” half the grandchildren shouted.
The other half probably intended to ski also, but they didn't bother to take their noses out of their video games to answer their grandmother.
“We'll probably go skiing, too,” Ron announced.
His mother, of course, didn't look all that happy about that. What had she really expected everyone to do at a ski resort for the weekend?
“Are you sure you're up to it, Kara?” Kitten whispered to her. “Ron really did have you
keeping up
all night, you know.”
Kara dropped her head in her hands in embarrassment. “I can't believe you just said that.”
Kitten laughed. “And I can't believe you have that much stamina,” she told Kara. “I'm impressed!”
“Impressed about what,” Hanna asked, making Kara cringe at the prospect of Kitten delightedly explaining their conversation to her.
Fortunately, Kitten didn't do that. “Lost so much weight, Mom,” Kitten lied. “Doesn't she look great? How much have you lost since we first met you?” Kitten asked.
Kara took her head out of her hands, grateful to Kitten for covering for her. “It's only one dress size,” she said, “eleven pounds.”
“You didn't need to lose any weight,” Ron told her. “You've always looked great! Still do, of course.”
“She probably felt she had to,” Hanna said, “since she's dating a younger man and all.”
Kara had to fight the urge to glower at her. “I watch what I eat, of course, but I wasn't really trying to lose any weight.”
Hanna's expression suggested she didn't believe that, “Oh, I think every woman is always trying to lose a little weight.”
Before Kara could comment, Kitten saw an opportunity to tease Kara and come to her defense at the same time. “She didn't have to try, Mom,” she said. “She's so much more
active
with Ron, I'll bet the pounds just melted away.”
Both of Kitten's twins snickered, while the other adults except Hanna and Howard smiled.
Kitten professed her innocence. “What's so funny? They are more active! Ron's got Kara going skiing, hiking, swimming, biking...”
As Kitten's voice trailed off, Kara stepped in to fill the void before someone could suggest something less innocent.
“We do a lot outdoors,” she agreed. “My last boyfriend liked watching football, but now that preseason has started, Ron likes to run outside at halftime and pick up a game.”
