Page 49 of Say It Isn't Snow
“Asking for it so nicely,” he teases.
Shoving his pants down, he glides the tip of his cock against me before he lines up. We both cry out in relief when he sinksinside inch by inch until his hips brush mine. I feel so impossibly full with him all the way in, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans.
His hips snap, working into a pace that sets my nerve endings ablaze. The smack of skin on skin is wickedly filthy.
His grip flexes on my hips every time my inner walls clamp on him with growing need. Gritting out a curse, he adjusts his angle until I scream.
“Right there?” I can hear his grin.
It’s so good, all I can manage is a nod, pushing back against him with each thrust. Electric sparks flash through me as his cock slams into my pussy.
Unable to do more than lay there and press on my tiptoes, my mind becomes a haze of pleasure unlike any I’ve ever known.
It makes a white hot coil tighten in my core, the pulsing pressure alluring and inescapable. My body thrums.
Caleb grabs my tied wrists, holding them as he fucks me harder.
A strangled gasp catches in my throat. I can’t hold on any longer.
I arch, coming hard. My intense release rushes over me, leaving me boneless, floating in the aftermath.
His thrusts speed up, then stutter as his cock buries deep in me. It throbs as his come spills inside me.
Bracing a hand on the counter, he exhales raggedly. “Jesus.”
“Agreed,” I slur with a giggle.
He rubs my back tenderly. “Are you okay?”
“More than.” I feel like a puddle, enjoying the cool counter beneath my flushed cheek.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“Nope.” I sigh blissfully, squeezing his length with my inner walls.
He chokes, resting his forehead against me for a moment. When he pulls out gently, I crane my neck to find him gazing at me like I’m the most beautiful sight in the world.
I shake my ass to make it jiggle, grinning at the fire it ignites in his eyes.
“Careful, sugar. You keep wiggling that dripping pussy and perfect fucking ass at me like that and I’m going to have to fuck you again.”
“Oh no,” I drawl in a saucy tone that belies the opposite of my words. “Anything but that.”
He chuckles, kneading my hips and spreading my cheeks for one last look at the debauched mess he’s made of me before his demeanor shifts to his doting caretaker side.
“Hold on for me.”
Caleb is careful undoing the apron strings. He helps me up and massages my wrists. I close my eyes, enjoying his big, strong hands rubbing my arms. When he’s done, he kisses my fingertips, then gets me a glass of water. He’s not satisfied until he makes sure I drink all of it.
He cleans me up first, wetting a washcloth and softly stroking my skin with unwavering focus that leaves me glowing from within. Once he finishes, he bundles me in his arms.
Smiling, he brushes my forehead with his lips. “Don’t lift a finger because I’m going to clean the kitchen after I take care of you.”
I tuck my face against his chest, hugging him. He carries me to the couch, setting me on his lap.
The fire crackles in the background, keeping the cabin cozy and warm. He wraps a blanket around us and pulls me closer. Our tree completes the perfect ambiance.
