She couldn’t do anything right then about him and Dominic.
She may not be able to even help with his stress.
But she could try.
Getting up on her knees she moved down, straddling his leg, her hands going to his buckle.
This was something that he had never initiated, and she had never pushed, too scared that her inexperience was going to make him run.
But she knew better now.
And she wanted to experience everything with him.
Especially this.
“Wait, little bird.” His hands came to hers trying to stop her, but she leaned forward till her lips were brushing against his, shushing him, then licked at his lips before leaning back.
Pulling his pants down slightly, she wrapped her hand around him, her thumb coming up to swipe at him.
Leaning forward she licked a long stroke up the side, the guttural moan that he let loose boosting her confidence, till she was licking and sucking him fully.
She didn’t take him deep, but the sounds he was making, and the slight shake to his body, told her that he didn’t care.
“Fuck. I’m coming! Winter … Fuck!” he muttered as his body arched up into her, but she didn’t move. Even when his hand came to her hair to try and move her away.
She stayed, sucking back the last of him, till there was nothing left and he was nothing more than a heap on the bed.
She sat back and looked at his relaxed form, the slight smile on his face aimed at her.
Maybe she could cure stress after all.
He could smell the bacon in the air, knew that someone was cooking. That they were probably waiting on him and Winter.
But he was still trying to get a grasp on his anger.
He had to try for her.
She moved slightly beside him, and he turned to watch his favorite thing.
His little bird waking up.
Her eyes slowly slid open, blinking, trying to focus, till her gaze met his, and she smiled softly.
It always hit him in the chest. Straight through him.
