Page 91 of Running Winter

"No," she confessed, as I turned her around in one swift movement, so she was pressed up against the wall.

My fingers plunged in and out of her now, my mouth on her neck as she rode my fingers, her hands gripping the side as she lost herself.

Slowly I felt her unravel, the tension in her body melting away as she covered her mouth with her hand. Her noises only pleased me more, and it took everything I had to not fuck her there and then.

Heather turned back to me, wrapping her legs around my waist as her lips met mine. She rode her orgasm out, her soft moans releasing into my mouth as our tongues danced.

I swear, kissing Heather was unlike kissing anyone else. She had this down to a fine art.

"Okay, I need to fuck you now. We need to get dry," I muttered as Heather refused to release me, her kisses becoming more heated.

"I'm on the injection," she gasped into my ear, "Just do it."

Ah fuck, this was hard. Literally.

"Heather, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't know who else you're fucking—"

Heather looked up at me then, trailing her finger down my jawline as she did.

My cock rubbed against her entrance, begging to be allowed access.

"Just you, Rafe. I'm clean. If anything, I'm taking the bigger risk.” She laughed, which cut off when I pushed my cock into her tight opening. "Oh my God," she hissed, throwing her head back as I smirked.

I loved the fact she’d confessed to me being her only fuck.

"I'm clean, baby."

Our mouths met then, and she moved with ease against me. It was slow and sensual; her hips were rocking against me as my hands lifted her up and down my shaft.

I could barely breathe as we kissed, her hands on my face as we did.

"Is it wrong that I like fucking you like this?" I muttered into her ear before dragging my mouth back to hers.

"Is it wrong that I like it too?"

My cock grew harder when she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me as we fucked.

"No," I growled, gazing at her as she frowned at me with surprise. "It feels right."

Our mouths met again, and I pushed myself into her as deeply as I could, cursing as I emptied myself into her.

"Stay," I commanded, and she looked at me with confusion. "Here, tonight. With me. Stay."

"You want more?" Heather laughed throatily, kissing me softly.

"Yeah. I want you to stay with me. All night."

"But we said—" Heather frowned.

"Fuck what we said. Just stay."

I didn't want her to question it.

I didn't even want to think about it; I just wanted her in my bed all night.

Maybe it was something to do with the fact she was only fucking me or the fact that I'd seen another side of her I'd liked.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because I fucking liked her.

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