Page 55 of Snowed In with Four Firemen
I take her tit in my mouth and I suck, and it’s every bit as perfect as I thought it would be.
My hands glide down her waist, fingers brushing her thighs, her hips. She’s trembling, and I love that I’m the one making her feel this way. The one making her body react like this.
“Ben…” she breathes out, her voice thick with need. The sound of her saying my name like that sends a jolt straight through me. I can’t help but dip lower, pressing my mouth to her perfect nipple, sucking lightly just to hear her moan again.
She grips the sheets, her body shifting beneath me, and I can feel how much she wants this. Wants me.
I continue to suck on her nipple, harder this time, feeling her body tense, her breath hitching as the sensation builds between us.
Her hips lift slightly, pressing closer to me, and I nearly lose it. My hands dig into the sheets, trying to hold onto whatevercontrol I have left. But her soft, throaty moans, the way she moves against me, are making it impossible.
I pull back, breathless, my eyes never leaving her. She’s watching me, her gaze fixed on me, on how hard I am. I can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of my mouth.
Her eyes widen just a little, and she lets out a soft laugh as she observes my cock.
“That’s...a lot,” she says, her voice teasing but thick with need.
I chuckle low, leaning down toward her. “You’ll be fine,” I whisper, though I feel the same impatience humming through me that I can see in her eyes. She doesn’t wait for me to respond. She hooks her legs around my waist, pulling me closer with surprising strength. I groan as her hips press against me.
I’m so close to losing it, but I need to take my time, make sure she’s ready. I slip my fingers between her thighs, feeling how slick and warm she is already, and it nearly undoes me.
Her hips move with me, her breath catching as I work my fingers over her. I can feel her body tighten, her back arching slightly, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her right now. But I hold back, watching her face as I tease her with my fingers, slipping inside her, making sure she’s ready for me.
Her breathing comes faster, her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can’t hold back anymore.
My throbbing cock presses against her thigh.
I look down at her, wanting to memorize this moment—how beautiful she looks, how much she wants this.
I push into her, slow at first, feeling her stretch around my dick, her body tensing as she takes me in. She gasps, her legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper.
The sensation of finally being balls deep inside her, the way her body grips me—it’s overwhelming. I let out a low groan, mycontrol slipping. Her hips lift, pressing up against me, urging me on. I meet her eyes again, and the look on her face, the way she’s biting her lip, drives me over the edge.
Emily arches up, her nails dragging down my back, and the sound of her breathy moan undoes something in me. I thrust into her again, harder this time, and she gasps, her lips parting, her head falling back against the pillow.
The way she responds, the way her body moves with mine, makes everything feel even more intense. I can’t tear my eyes away from her—her flushed cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. She’s beautiful, and the way she feels, the way she wraps around me, it’s like nothing else.
I lean down, kissing her again, tasting her lips, my hand tangling in her hair as I move inside her.
“Ah, you feel so good,” she moans. I grip her hips, holding her in place as I drive into her again and again, feeling her pulse around me.
I lose myself in the feeling of her, in the sound of her gasps and moans, in the way her hands clutch at me like I’m the only thing holding her together.
Her breath hitches, her body tensing beneath me, and I know she’s close. I push deeper, harder, and her back arches, her head thrown back as she lets out a cry, her body shaking with release. The sight of her, the way she comes undone, pushes me over the edge.
I groan her name as the pleasure crashes over me, burying myself in her as my body trembles with the force of it.
I stay like that, buried deep in her, my forehead resting against hers as I try to catch my breath.
CHAPTER 17
EMILY
Ben’s breathingstarts to steady beside me. His arm still draped over my waist, his skin warm against mine. I stare up at the ceiling, my heart still racing, my mind a mess. Tanner ate me out earlier today, and now I’m here with his friend. What am I even doing?
I turn my head slightly, watching Ben as he grabs his phone off the nightstand. He squints at the screen and takes the call.“What? Okay. I’m coming.”
“Who’s that?” I ask, my voice sounding small in the quiet.
