“It’s silly, but I really want this to be good for you.” There was no sense in holding back now.
“It will be,” he assured me, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. “Because it’s with you.”
Am I dead? Did I really die on the way up here, or maybe out in the snow while I was hauling my shit up to the cabin? Has this all been some afterlife dream of where I find the perfect guy, who is both gruff and sweet, and he says shit like that without even realizing how fucking romantic it is?
Like, here, just have it. Take my heart, okay?!
I sucked in a deep breath when his hot hands landed on my cooled skin. I looked up, seeing the point of the huge window that took up the wall behind the headboard. The moon was out, but I couldn’t see it from this angle. There was something romantic about seeing the glow of it bouncing off the slow-falling flakes of snow.
I loved this cabin. I loved this bed, and the window that shielded absolutely nothing happening in this room. I loved that there wasn’t anyone out there to see it, making it feel like we had our own corner of the world.
My eyes dropped back down to take in the man hovering over me, one hand braced beside my head while the other continued to map out every inch of my body.
Tears stung the backs of my eyes.
I loved his touch. My fingers carded through his soft hair, and I loved that too. I love the coarse fur on his chest and legs, and the way his deep blue eyes looked down at me like I was something—no, everything. I loved the way he breathed me inwhen he didn’t think I was paying attention, and the way he took care of me, even if I was never sure how to say what I needed.
I… loved him.
Yeah, as silly and as quick as it had happened, I couldn’t deny that I was so in love with him. So, so, so in love. And so, so, so fucked for it.
“Open me up,” I said, biting my lip when he glared at me. “I want to ride you. Please.”
That seemed to do it.
I held my legs up and let him feast upon me. He licked everything, from the tip of my dick, down my balls, over my taint, and then, finally, his warm tongue circled my rim. He licked and sucked and fucked me so obscenely. So magically. My head spun, my body didn’t feel like my own anymore.
“I need you inside of me.” The words came out in a rush.
He placed one last kiss against my rim before kissing his way back up my body. His teeth grazed my nipple, and my hips shot off the bed. His chuckle rumbled in the room around me.
“On your back,” I ordered. He hovered over me, brow raised, but I saw the way his lips twitched. I let him hold the power for another second before I lightly pushed against his shoulder.
He rolled, pulling me with him. I wasted no time straddling his lap. I rocked my hips, causing his cockhead to drag over my hole. My back bowed. My head fell between my shoulders. I was so sensitive that I could have come from just this.
But that wasn’t what I wanted.
I’d been dying to feel him inside of me since the moment he opened the front door to the cabin.
My body demanded the wait to be over.
He stroked lube over his cock before rubbing his slick palm over my hole. When he slipped two of his thick fingers inside, opening me up so magically for him, I was nearly a goner. Withmy hands braced on his chest, I slid back until I felt his cock tap my hole. Like a gentleman, he held it still while I sank down on it, moaning dreamily at every inch that slipped inside, filling my greedy hole perfectly. A sigh escaped me the moment my skin pressed against his groin.
“Ride me, babe,” he said, tapping the side of my ass. “Take what you need.”
“Give me a minute. I feel so full. Feels so good.” I opened my eyes and looked down at him. Then I remembered. “This isn’t supposed to be about me.”
“It can be for both of us,” he assured me as he lifted up on one arm and pulled me to meet him in a heated kiss.
After a minute, I pushed him back down.
Then I rode him, hard and fast.
My cock bounced, slapping against my abdomen.
I chased that finish line like I’d never chased it before.
But then his hands on my hips slowed me.
