Snowmelt Chapter 8 Part 3

House tried to doze off, but he was excited by his good fortune. He looked over at her and was blown away by the fact that, despite her stubbornness, he really liked her. Strangely, the fact that she was hot in bed and nice to look at was just icing on the cake. What made this so different from his past was that he felt a connection. He was just hoping that she didn't wake up and decide it was the worst mistake she had ever made.

He waited twenty minutes and then nudged her. She turned over on her side, her back to him. He grabbed her, pulled her into him and ran his hand over her breasts. She immediately woke up and turned, slightly shocked when she saw his face.

She let out a sharp chuckle, "I must have dozed off." She could feel him, erect and ready to have sex. "Well, I can tell that you're happy to see me. " She turned around to face him.

He kissed her, "I want you on top."

"I take it you're a breast man."

"Oh, next will be from behind so I can see that gorgeous ass and the time after that will be on our sides. I think after that we'll have to find some foodstuffs and blindfolds."

"You certainly expect me to be around for awhile?"

He figured what the hell, why not tell her, "Not really, I just took a Cyalis, I figure we could get that all done in an hour."

She started laughing, "Then let's get started." She started playing with the hair on his chest, lifting up to ask him, "Did you really take a pill?"

"I wasn't going to tell you, but I think you might find out in a few minutes anyway when he keeps rising to the occasion."

She grinned, "You thought you had to perform for me?"

He looked sheepish, "It was just insurance."

She shook her head, "No, you were afraid you wouldn't measure up to …what?"

"I just thought I'd try it out. Now are you going to waste this good boner by talking?"

"Greg, I don't need non-stop sex."

He nodded, "Well, right now, I do."

She started giggling and found she couldn't stop.

He rolled his eyes and smirked, "I take Vicodin by the handful. It has an effect on performance sometimes."

She stopped giggling. "You know, I really like your honesty. It's so refreshing."

He gave her a painful smile and pointed to his erection. "I'd like to use this sometime in my lifetime."

"Ah yes. 'Say hello to my little friend.'"

He frowned, "Not so little."

"True. Definitely on the big side of average."

"Thank you. Now jump on."

She snuggled up to him, his warm, hairy body enfolding her. House dragged his lips from her lips to her ear, pulling her earlobe with his lips. It made Maia shudder as she ran her hand down his hip to his leg and then over to the scar. House froze. She rubbed it gently. When he didn't move she pulled back to look at his eyes. He was staring at her without expression. She picked up the covers and slipped down to kiss his scar.

"No, don't."

She looked up, "Does it hurt for me to touch it."

He shook his head.

She rubbed his thigh harder, more like a massage and then took his erection in her mouth. She continued to rub the thigh as she took her tongue and followed the blue vein up the side of his erection. He looked down at her. He watched her massage his leg and then he concentrated on the sensation from the suction of her mouth on the head and shaft. The feel of her mouth and her hand, both moving in unison, was so intense he started to thrust up into her mouth. Maia angled her mouth to accept more of him. He reached out and put his hand on her head. When she tried to pull up he wouldn't let her lift all the way, his hand stopping her. She went back down and sucked harder, taking her tongue and licking around the rim. She stopped massaging his thigh and used her hand to rub just below his balls while her other hand started pumping him hard and fast. His eyes squinted, his mouth opened and the muscles in his legs contracted. Maia felt the semen squirt into her throat over and over as he grunted. Finally, he yelled out, "Christ, no, no more." He pulled her head up with his hand on her hair. She backed off, rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand.

House tried to catch his breath. He smiled at her as she climbed up to the pillow. He rolled over on top of her and then slipped two fingers inside of her making sure to rub her clitoris with a steady rhythm. He had his head on her breasts, looking down at his hand disappearing inside of her. She closed her eyes and started to tilt her pelvis up to meet his hand. She screamed, he looked up at her, picking up the pace between her legs until she closed her thighs up, refusing to let him rub any further. He pulled his hand up and collapsed back.

They both smiled, Maia moving so that she could put her head on his chest. Closing her eyes, Maia could hear his heartbeat, its rhythm lulling her into a deep sleep. She hadn't slept that well in months.

House could feel her warm body touching his, her head laying flat on his chest, hre breast pushing into his side. He dreamed that they were on his sailboat, the one he sold after his infarction. Both of his legs were in good shape, he was able to man the lines as she manned the helm. The seagulls were flying above; he could hear their high pierced cries. She was smiling and laughing. He had a beer in one hand and some of the ropes to the mast in the other. The wind picked up and he secured the sails. He could smell the salt in the air, feel the cool ocean winds sweep through his hair and across his body. Her blonde hair was flying all over and her face was even more freckled from the exposure to the sun. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He felt happy.