Page 16 of Frosty in Flannel
That’s all it took.
I was on her in two strides, my hands sliding into her hair as I kissed her—hard and deep, like I needed to mark her from the inside. She opened for me instantly, soft mouth, warm tongue, moaning like she wanted more before I’d even given her anything.
She tasted like honey and heat and home.
I lifted her, carrying her through the living room to her bedroom. Our cabins were basically the same, just mirror images of each other. I set her down by the bed, then dragged the shirt over her head in one motion, baring those perfect tits—soft, full, with nipples already tight for me. I bent and wrapped my mouth around one, sucking hard while my hand teased the other.
She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. “Beckett,” she breathed.
I fucking loved the way she said my name.
Like I was hers.
I kissed down her stomach, slow and deliberate, loving her softness, then dropped to my knees in front of her. She looked down at me, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast.
The look on my face said I wasn’t going to be soft and gentle, but she didn’t tell me to stop. With rough hands, I hooked my fingers in her panties and tugged them down her legs.
And when I saw her—bare, slick, already wet and aching—I nearly lost it.
“You’re soaked for me, baby,” I growled, dragging my tongue up the crease of her thigh before swiping it through her folds. “You need my mouth, don’t you?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes—God—please—”
I didn’t make her beg twice.
I pushed her back on the bed, hands sliding up her thighs until I hooked her knees over my shoulders. For a second I just stared at her spread open for me, flushed and slick, and my cock throbbed against my zipper. Then I buried my face between her legs and groaned against her heat, inhaling her like oxygen. She tasted like heaven—sweet and musky and her—and I couldn’t get enough.
I started slow, dragging my tongue from the edge of her entrance all the way to her clit in one long, deliberate stroke, then flicking the tip over that tight little nub until her hips jumped. Every twitch, every gasp went straight to my head.Mine. She’s mine.
I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked gently while my tongue circled, building a rhythm until she was trembling. When she whimpered my name, I slid a finger into her—thick, slow, letting her body stretch around me—then a second. Her heat clenched down hard. I curled my fingers, searching, until I felt that spongy spot deep inside that made her breath hitch.
“There it is,” I muttered against her, and pressed again. Her back arched off the mattress. I stroked it over and over, fingers pumping while my tongue kept up its relentless assault on her clit, the perfect push-pull until she was shaking apart in my hands. Under my tongue.
“Beckett—” she gasped, voice breaking.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled into her. “Come for me. Right here. Let me taste it.”
She shattered with a strangled moan, legs clamping around my head as her orgasm tore through her. Her slickness flooded my tongue, and I licked her through it, slow and deep, until the tremors eased. But I didn’t stop. I kept my fingers curledinside her, coaxing little aftershocks, drinking in every sound she made, every drop of liquid that spilled from her body.
“I can’t take more,” she gasped.
“Yes, you can.” I wanted to see her break again. Wanted her wrung out, helpless, begging.
I flattened my tongue against her clit and added another finger inside her, three in total. She gasped, but I pushed forward, finding that spot again. I wasn’t a small man and needed to prepare her. As I stroked her, licked her, I scissored my fingers, stretching her.
“That’s it,” I muttered against her, pumping my fingers in a slow, relentless rhythm, tongue flicking faster, coaxing the sounds out of her. “Give it to me, Libby. Come for me again.”
She tried to twist away, but I held her steady, one arm braced over her stomach while I worked her with my mouth. Her thighs trembled around my head.
“Beckett—please—” she choked out, voice breaking.
My name had never sounded so fucking good.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Let go for me.”
Then she shattered a second time, sobbing my name as her climax hit, hard and messy. Her hips bucked against my face, slick heat spilling over my tongue, and I licked her through every tremor until she was shaking and whimpering, wrung out and boneless under my hands.
I stood and ripped off my clothes. I needed to be inside her, taking her. Now that I’d surrendered my control, it was all I could do to stay sane until I felt her wet heat around me.
