Page 13 of Vinter
He leaned down, giving her a soft kiss her as he pulled out. Fingers dipped between her legs, swirling in the mess of their cream. Then those fingers were at her mouth. Eagerness prompted her to open and suck down every drop of saltiness. He kept it up for a few minutes, scooping juices and feeding them to her, all the time smiling at her. They tasted fabulous together.
“Want more?”
“Yes.”
Vinter sat back on his haunches and pulled her to her knees, then pulled her head down to his semi-hard cock. “Clean me.”
It was another new discovery for her and she loved it. There was submission in the act that, though she’d never thought of herself as submissive.
She’d heard about it, of course. One of the girls she worked with was into dominance and submission and sometimes told Elise about her explorations. And Elise could admit that in the deep dark places of her soul, she was curious. And this, being on her knees, sucking on the cock that had fucked her, seemed to her a good place to begin. Her tongue was gentle as she licked him. Her mouth was gentle as well when she took him inside to suckle him. Her tongue wrapped around each of his piercings, making sure she didn’t miss anything. She tugged at the ring through the head, drawing another moan from him. His piercings turned her on. Everything about him turned her on.
She dropped her head to his sac and licked at the remaining traces of their fucking. He petted her hair as she worshipped between his legs.
When he dragged her up for a kiss, she knew she was lost. She wanted more and more and more. They shared the taste and the last, silky drops from this round of sex and she didn’t doubt they’d be going at it again soon. When he recovered. When she could breathe again.
“Shit, woman. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
“Mmmm. Likewise.”
He nipped at the corner of her mouth. “How would you feel about calling him back when I fuck you again?”
Elise laughed, but the look on Vinter’s face said he wasn’t joking. He actually wanted her to call … “You’re serious?” She had to make sure.
“I am. I’m not a mean person, I’m not vengeful. But the way he’s groveling for your attention with his lame apology? That makes me want to rub it in his face that you’re not sitting around moping over him. That you're sitting on my dick.”
“You don’t know him, you know. You don’t know me all that well, either. It shouldn’t upset you so much.” She found comfort and a perverted pleasure in his being so mad on her behalf, though.
“But it does.”
“I’m kinda glad. Thank you.” She leaned up and kissed him again.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Vinter put the syrup away and loaded the dishwasher. Rain continued to fall as he stared out the kitchen window. The area needed it, but it was screwing with his plans to fuck Elise outside in the yard, on the back deck, on the hood of the car. Not that they couldn’t play in the rain …
He’d make sure to remind her that they could take a shower.
He switched off the kitchen light and went back to the bedroom where he found her asleep in the middle of his bed. He’d made love to her before they’d gotten up off the floor earlier. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her, didn’t want to keep his hands off her. He wanted to continue touching her, everywhere, all the time, every second, every minute.
Sprawled naked on her back, the sheet down around her hips, her nipples perked up in the cool air of the room. He opened the two windows framing the bed and took in a deep breath. He loved the smell of rain on the air. It was invigorating to him as though the old were being washed away.
He did his best not to disturb her when he lay down. She didn’t move, didn’t budge. She was out and he was glad. They'd been fucking all day and for someone unused to it, exhaustion wasn't a bad thing.
He was a little tired himself, but he didn’t want to miss a second of their time together. He didn’t know how long he could keep her, how long she’d stay before telling him that she needed to go. He was dreading that conversation. He’d like to continue fucking her. He’d like to take her out, learn everything he could about her. So far, they seemed to have matching sex drives and he’d love to know what else they had in common. He’d be okay if they didn’t have anything else in common beyond sex. He could adapt or not, but wanted the chance to find out.
She turned toward him in sleep and stretched out an arm. Her hand connected with his chest and her fingers took hold of one of his nipple rings. A small smile tilted her lips up, but she remained asleep. He still wanted to see her nipples with a matching set of rings. He’d like to see her with a couple of tattoos as well. She had pale skin and the ink would stand out bright and bold on her. The fact that she spent time tracing some of his before she fell asleep clued him in on how attracted she was to him. He loved that. Some women got off on all his art, some women got all turned-off with it. Elise, though, was in the former category of women.
Her tongue, feather light as she outlined the winding snake around his hips made him groan, moan, and writhe. She gave his tat as much attention as she’d given his cock. He wanted more of that attention, too. He wanted all her attention. In bed. And out.
She let go of his ring and her hand slipped down to the mattress. With a tentative touch, he lowered his palm to her hip, pushing at the sheet, and exposing more of her.
He wanted back between the lips of her perfect and always-wet cunt.
He wanted to touch the perfect, creamy tightness made for his cock. His piercings rubbed at her, teased her, heightened their desire. The ring through the head flirted with that soft spot inside her and she tensed each time he pressed deep from behind. He could go all the way in and when he started to pull out, she’d back herself into him, not letting him escape.
And her ass? He wanted to fuck the hell out of her ass. He hadn’t had anal sex since he’d gotten his cock pierced, but he wanted to feel it. He wanted to feel the incredible, undeniable tightness close around him. He wanted to see her hole stretch, hear her moan with lust and need, see his metal disappear.
His hand rubbed up and down her hip and around to her ass cheeks. She was soft, so very soft against his work-roughened hands, but she didn’t seem to mind. He shifted closer to her and reached down between her thighs. She moved a little and spread her legs. An invitation in her sleep. Excellent.
