Page 49 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
Slowly, Mathar pressed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance, easing into her sheath. Her warmth began to encompass him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to thrust into her. The urge was too strong.
His hips heaved forward, and he shoved into her, grunting with satisfaction until he heard a pained gasp under him.
Mathar glanced down at her, “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” But her eyes said differently as they glistened with unshed tears. “Just larger than I expected.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Then Adorra shifted her hips bucking against him.
He thrust into her again and again until desire once more returned to her eyes. Reaching between their hot bodies, he circled her nub with the pad of his finger, until he had her panting beneath him. He continued to thrust into her as he played with her nub.
He was going to draw her orgasm out of her.
Her sheath squeezed his thick length, and he felt his mind go blank. “You’re so tight and perfect.” He growled.
As Adorra began to moan, he leaned down and captured her mouth with his. He didn’t need her waking the two people upstairs with her wanton noises.
Mathor swallowed Adorra’s moans as she writhed under him. The pressure was building inside of her, and she was about to come around him. Then she shattered and her body thrust against him in wild abandonment.
Mathar roared into her mouth, using her lips to smother his own sounds of passion. His hot cum shot into her until he collapsed above her as her sheath quaked around him.
Once he recovered, he rolled off her, and let the night roll over him. Now that he’d gotten his desire out of him, he wondered if he’d made a huge mistake.
“Thank you.”
His head rolled over to the side and met her hazel eyes. “What happened back there?”
This was the moment where Adorra would have to come clean, and she wasn’t entirely sure how Mathar would react.
“I am… I was a… virgin.”
It took a moment for him to process what she was saying as he blinked several times, but she noticed the moment it all clicked in his mind. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as he stared at her.
“You mean…”
Adorra nodded her head.
Mathar seemed lost for words, but then he found them. “I would have been more gentle with you if I had known.”
“Or done nothing at all.” She tossed a smile at him, and he appeared to be lost for words again. “Once we started this, I wanted it to be finished.” Adorra rolled over before he could say anything else. She’d used him. She just wondered if maybe it had been the wrong thing for her to do. She’d just slept with an ice giant and… enjoyed it.
This experience was meant to be a one-time affair, but she found herself wanting it again.
Adorra felt him roll over next to her, their backs facing each other. Quickly, she redid the front of her dress in the waning light of the coals and pushed her skirts back down over her legs. She knew she should regret the moments they’d just shared, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that.
As she closed her eyes and fell asleep, images of their night together flashed through her mind. Even without knowing she was a virgin, he’d still been so sweet and gentle with her. He’d been anything but a barbarian giant.
Sleep overtook her confused thoughts, as she enjoyed the warmth pouring off the fire.
Adorra couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes the next morning. Instead, she just stared at her bowl of food. It was a warm porridge, and it was something she was going to enjoy. They were going to leave the cabin today, and she wanted to enjoy this last hot meal that Lisag had been kind enough to prepare for them before she was once more surrounded by the cold outside.
She glanced over at Lisag who was kneading bread dough.
“Do you think they know?” Adorra whispered.
“Know what?” Mathar glanced up from his porridge looking dower and grumpy. She figured it had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t told him about being a virgin, and for some reason, he was bothered with it.
