Page 51 of Lost on Ice
At this moment at least.
Moving up her body, I capture her lips in a rough kiss as I take hold of my hard cock and line it up with her entrance. Itease her, rubbing the head up and down her folds, coating it in her release. She whimpers and tries to push herself onto my dick, but I pull back before I slip inside.
“Jake!” she groans in frustration. “Fuck me already!”
“So demanding,” I chuckle. “There’s that sass that turns me on so much. Hold on, though. Let me get a condom.”
“It’s fine,” she hisses. “I’ve got an IUD.”
I grit my teeth, feeling suddenly possessive and caveman-like. “Getting pregnant is something you worry about often?”
“Oh, please,” she scoffs. “Don’t get all alpha male on me now. Do you want to fuck me or not?”
I lower my face so I’m a breath away from her lips. “Yeah, I want to fuck. And I’m going to fuck you so good and hard that you forget about every other cock you’ve had besides mine.”
She narrows her eyes and glares at me.
“Then stop talking and do it.” Reaching down, she wraps her hand around my dick. I hiss out a breath at the feel of her soft palm and tight fingers. She drags me to her entrance and I find I can’t resist her anymore. Grabbing her wrists, I pin her arms over her head and thrust into her hard.
“Fuck!” she moans, throwing her head back and arching her back.
“Fuck, your body takes me so well,” I growl as she squeezes me so tight, for a second I’m afraid I’ll bust right this second.
When I’m certain I won’t come immediately, I start to move, holding her hips down as I pound into her. She writhes beneath me, lost in the pleasure and I can’t stop watching her. Her breasts rise and fall heavily and her hair is spread out around her, making her look wild. Almost ethereal.
Seeing her so lost in her pleasure only intensifies my own. I need to get her to the edge again before I go toppling over so I press my thumb to her clit and rub it in tight circles. She grows slicker and I move faster.
I take my other hand, releasing her wrists, and wrap it around her throat. She gasped and I feel her clench around me, growing wetter instantly.
“You like that, don’t you?” I grunt, squeezing her neck and making her squirm. “You’re still such a kinky little slut.”
“Oh, God! Harder, Jake!”
“You’re so fucking hot, Abbie.” I hold her down and ram into her at a brutal pace. She turns her head and bites the pillow to hold back her screams.
When her second orgasm hits her, I lean down and capture her cries in a deep kiss. She drags her fingernails down my back and her pussy squeezes me so hard, I lose control and come so hard, stars explode in my vision.
Growling against my mouth, I shove into her one final time as I come so hard, my vision blurs.
When I’m totally drained, I drop onto the bed next to her, my breathing heavy, sweat beading my forehead. Abbie is fighting to catch her breath as well.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs at length. “We did it again.”
I chuckle softly. “Yes… yes we did.”
She looks over at me with a small grin. “We might be too good at this.”
I meet her gaze. “I think you’re right. It’s awfully hard to resist you.”
Her eyes widen a little bit and she whispers, “It’s hard to resist you too.”
Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her onto my chest and tuck her head under my chin. Neither of us says another word. We just lay together, soaking in the warmth of our afterglow as we try not to think about how complicated our situation really is.
Sunlight sneaking through a crack in the curtains hits my face and I blink my eyes open. I’m still in Abbie’s bed, and she’s fast asleep, curled up against me. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. Peaceful and relaxed. I don’t want to wake her, but I also know we don’t want Lilah to catch us together like this.
Reluctantly, I slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb Abbie. Grabbing my clothes, I get dressed and make my way out of the bedroom and head to the kitchen. Wanting to stay busy so I don’t pounce on Abbie for a quickie, I decide to make breakfast. There’s a smile on my face as I start cooking, and a lightness in me I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
Last night was good. Really, really good, and not just because of the sex… though that was fantastic. It was because of what came after. Holding Abbie and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Feeling like I belonged there, with her.
