Page 10 of Vinter
“I can’t believe I overlooked these before.” She flicked at them, pulled on them, gave them a slight twist to the left and right.
“You need a matching set.”
She looked up, her eyes blazing, her tilted smile a bit naughty, but a blush colored her cheeks. She was such a contradiction. Shy and uncertain, but dirty as hell when he coaxed it out of her. “Yes, perhaps I do. Wanna take me to have it done?” And then her head dropped to his chest and her teeth closed over one of the rings while her fingers held the other. She toyed with both at the same time, different sensations, different levels of torque.
Christ! The woman stripped his control down until there was nothing left. Nothing but need — strong, simple, sexual need. Her body, where it touched his, teased and tormented him. He took her by the waist and backed her up, though still keeping her mouth and fingers attached to him. Each move and the tugs sharpened so he felt it down in his sac.
“Let go a second,” he whispered into her hair. When she did, he pulled her down with him to the couch, pulling her over his thighs. He slid into her the moment they were in position. Her arms wrapped around his head and neck, followed by a kiss so deep he doubted he’d ever recover from it. Her tits pressed into his chest and thoughts of a chain linking them together, shot arousal down his body. Hell yes, he’d go with her. He’d take her to the shop and help her pick out the rings, hold her hand, and kiss her while it was being done. Then, he’d bring her back, strip her naked, and eat at her cunt while staring up at the rings in her perfect nipples.
Her knees squeezed his legs and her fingers once again took hold of his nipple rings. She lifted up, and pulled the rings so hard his ass lifted off the couch. Holy shit. She slid back down on him and let up on the pressure. He thought he'd prepared himself for her repeated motions, but he hadn't. The pain versus pleasure sensations that surged through him … He’d never felt anything like it. The girl had a bit of sadist in her.
Other women didn’t play with his piercings the way this one did. Most of the ones he’d played around with had their own piercings and weren’t too affected by his. He was glad they fascinated her. He was glad she wasn’t afraid of them.
She rode him, fucked him. His eyes roamed over her face, which was intent on his chest. Down to her breasts, his gaze took in her rock-hard nipples. Down further, her cunt framed his cock to perfection. He loved that she was as smooth as him, all her pubic hair gone, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth between her thighs.
Pleasure evident on her face, her body flushed, and he was in heaven. Morning fucks were his favorite. It was real, but for most people, it was dirty, something to turn their noses up at.
They didn’t like sex without first brushing their teeth or washing up. They needed perfume and lotion and makeup, and every hair in place. He could give a shit about any of that. He took a shower because she was still asleep and he’d planned on making her breakfast. Had he realized she was awake, he’d have rolled her over and planted himself inside her.
She lowered her head and began tracing, with her tongue, the sun tattoo that rested inches above his heart. Slow licks while she continued to ride him were almost more than he could take, almost torture. She was killing him with her tight pussy and her fluid mouth on his skin.
It was time to get serious and come. Wrapping an arm around her back, he pulled her in so close they were touching with little space between them. Her mouth, his mouth. Her nose, his nose. Their eyes locked while he pumped up into her, holding her hard and fast against him. Fucking thrusts that left no question about what he wanted, what he needed. His other hand held her face in a tender caress that belied the heat and urgency of the moment.
He tightened his hold on her waist and she smiled at him. Her lips touched his and she whispered, “Come,” inside his mouth. He swallowed her breath and lifted his hips, pouring semen.
She groaned and whimpered, pleaded. “Elise. Say it. Say my name, please.”
“Elise.” What a gorgeous, fucking name. What a gorgeous, fucking woman.
Her eyes drifted closed, her breath caught, her mouth split into a wide smile, and she came too. He felt it in the way her body trembled from the inside out. Her ass, her pelvis, her hips rode out the orgasm in to-and-fro motions until she collapsed on his chest.
She told him her name. God …
“Vinter?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want those waffles now.”
He was still shirtless, but he’d put on indecent, low riding jeans again. His tattoos still fascinated her. She was still horny as all hell, too. The man did crazy things to her inside and out and none of it had anything to do with rebound sex. It had gone way beyond that the second he took her in his arms and held her while she slept.
He’d started working on the waffles when she’d gone in to take a shower. It’d felt so good, too, the warm water sliding over her sensitive skin, relaxing her further. She tingled everywhere and fantasies of Vinter joining her kept her company as she’d washed up. Every inch of her pussy was swollen, aroused and aching for his touch.
With the leftover cobwebs from sleep gone, she was able to think about what she was doing and what she wanted to do. The phone call from earlier had further seated the need inside for her to figure some things out.
The logical part of her, the one that had ruled her for years, told her she needed to leave as soon as breakfast was over. She wasn’t the young and free girl anymore who could do as she pleased. She was responsible — single, yes — but wanting more than one-night stands. It was time for serious relationships with potential toward marriage and family.
The other part of her wanted to kick logic’s ass clear into another universe. For years she’d done all the right things. Dated the right kind of man, had the right kind of job, the right kind of friends and the right kind of social activities. But being with Vinter these last hours made the person she knew she was inside, ache. She wanted a hot-blooded man who loved sex, loved to screw all day. She wanted a man she could go into a bar or a pool hall with and hang out, have a drink if she wanted. She wanted to quit her boring job and do something, anything else. She wanted to do something she loved whether it brought her money or not. She wanted a completely different life and it had taken Business Suit dumping her to make her see it. Well, to make her see that something wasn’t right. Vinter had helped her to see and to remember the person she was and not the person she put on every day.
Standing inside the kitchen doorway, she watched as he moved around making breakfast. The waffle iron sizzled with batter. Bacon sizzled on a griddle. And a bottle of maple syrup sat between two plates.
He moved with ease around the small but modern kitchen. The art on his body moved too, and seemed as though the tattoos were living, breathing objects. It was mesmerizing to watch him, to watch the colors flow on his body. He wasn’t hesitant in anything he did, whether it was making breakfast or making her come. He was fully involved and invested.
He turned her on in and out of sex. Her curiosity about him grew the longer she spent time with him. She wanted to know everything. He said he owned part of the bar last night and she wondered what else he might do.
Her other lovers were so different from Vinter and it amazed her that she’d ever found them appealing. Vinter made her feel alive, all woman, sexual, desired in ways the Suits never did. Around them, she felt she was auditioning for a part in their lives. If she were honest with herself, she'd admit that she’d been doing the same to them.
Sometimes honesty, while cleansing, still sucked.
