Page 29 of Snowed in with My Pucking Ex
“That’s what she said,” he instantly responds, and then I’m shoving at his arm, playfully, while shaking my head. I like this side of him. Where the weight of the day no longer seems to weigh his shoulders down, and he’s just sweet and easy to be around. It reminds me of why we became good friends in the first place and then later started dating. I didn’t want our time together to end, so we made our relationship in to more.
This time around, we watch the marshmallows, waiting until they’re toasty and soft to pull them free. I show him how I prefer to assemble mine, with double the amount of chocolate because I’m not about to skimp on my favorite part. My mouth waters as I lift my s'more toward my face, glancing at each side to decide on where I want to bite first.
“Mm, this looks so good,” I practically moan the words, and then his head is suddenly in my way. He swiftly leans in and takes a giant bite out of my s'more. “Hey!” I yell in my chocolate outrage.
He chews quickly, swallowing the bite down, and then laughs loudly. I love the sound. Deep, rich, and every bit as sweet as the chocolate I was about to eat.
“It looked too good, I had to.”
“Oh, it looked good, huh? Mine looked good enough to eat?” I grumble good-naturedly while fighting back a smile.
“Mmhm.” He hums, then he quietly offers, “So good. Here, taste.” He leans in again, but this time,his lips land on mine.
“Mm,” I moan into the kiss. My free hand instantly moves to grip the front of his shirt, holding him to me, while his moves to cup the side of my face. In this moment, I know I’ll never be able to get close enough. I want to crawl onto his lap, slip under his shirt, and burrow next to him for as long as I live. I drop the smore onto my lap and copy him, placing my other hand on his scruffy cheek.
He kisses me with everything he’s got. Emotion and tenderness pour from him, and when our lips part, our tongues finally meeting, the taste of him mixed with smores explodes through my senses. Marshmallow, chocolate, graham cracker, and Sean…They consume my taste buds as the crackle of the fire and the soft pitter-patter of the snow falling in the background no longer reach my ears. I’m too far gone in the kiss, feeling everything he’s giving me in the moment, along with everything I’ve missed over the years.
It was always supposed to be him, and now that he’s finally kissing me, I can’t seem to get enough.
Chapter Eighteen
Sean
I couldn’t hold myself back from finally kissing her. With the sweet scent of roasted marshmallows in the air and candles she’d lit everywhere, snuggled under a blanket beside each other in front of the fireplace, there was no way I could resist Winter any longer. It turned into the most romantic, vulnerable moment we’ve shared, and when I made her laugh, I knew I had to taste her lips.
The kiss ended, and I sat here, my forehead lightly pressed to hers in awe. I can’t stop staring at her, taking in every tiny detail on her face as I commit this moment to memory for the rest of my life. She’s more special than I ever dreamed. I feel like when we were younger, it was just the tip of the iceberg. She’s grown into such a wonderful, strong, smart, beautiful woman, and I’m counting my lucky stars I’m getting this moment with her right now. That she’s willing to be vulnerable and show me she does still care about us means more than I can ever convey.
She finally breaks the silence as I’m busy counting every little freckle on her face. She whispers, “Promise me if it keeps snowing and we stay here for another night, we’ll get the tree out of the truck and decorate it. Just the two of us.”
I nod, sitting back. “I can’t think of a better idea.”
Glancing around the cabin, I take in the open floor space near one of the windows that would make the perfect spot to have a Christmas tree. I’m not sure if the tree we cut down will fit, but if not, I’ll get her a smaller one without hesitation. We’ll create our own Christmas memories together, which hopefully many years down the road we can look back on and cherish as a couple.
We finish our forgotten s'mores that ended up on our blanket, but were somehow still intact. My guess is the marshmallow was gooey enough to hold everything together; whatever the reason, I’m glad for it. They were delicious, and now I understand why Winter is such a fan. The fact that I got to taste her tonguewhen the time came to eat one only makes them that much more special in my opinion.
I hop up, place a few of the bigger logs on the fire, and tug my shirt off. I noticed her yawning earlier, so she must be worn out by now. “Ready to lie down?” I toss my shirt over the back of the couch, wondering if it’s too soon for me to ask if she wants to sleep in it.
“Yes, but um, you have something…” she stands, pointing to my face. “Right here.” She lifts her hand and I bend down so she can easily reach, since she’s much shorter than I am. Rather than wipe whatever it is away, she presses a kiss to my cheek. Her tongue lightly licks the spot, and my brows jump. She has no idea what her licking me is going to do, and there will be no way for me to hide my reaction if she doesn’t stop. She kisses the spot once more before backing up a step, “It was chocolate from my fingers. I couldn’t let it go to waste.”
I’m practically panting as desire cracks through me like a whip. “Right, chocolate,” I mumble, breathless, as my heart beats double time. I normally don’t sleep in my pants either, but removing them right now might not be the smartest thing. Especially if she decides to lick me again. It takes everything in me not to groan out loud with the enticing thought.
I fold the blankets down and shift the pillows around so she can crawl under them when she’s ready. “Do you want the side closest to the fireplace since it’ll die down some in the middle of the night? I sleep hot anyhow.”
“Sure,” she easily agrees. Her stare remains pinned on my naked chest as she pushes her leggings down to her ankles.
My lips part in surprise, my cheeks warm from the view of all her silky-smooth skin on display. My mouth waters for another reason entirely, the chocolate long forgotten with the sweet treat right in front of me. I try not to be rude and stare, but I also can’t help myself as I watch her fold her leggings and then set them offto the side. She was worried about her thighs? I only see some sexy legs that are the perfect size for me to grip onto.
Next, she shifts around, moving her arms underneath her shirt. A moment later, and suddenly her bra appears in one hand, all the while she never even removed her shirt. I don’t know how women can do that, but it’s like magic watching it happen. She places the bra on top of her folded leggings and then turns to face me fully. I don’t have to see every inch of her exposed; her curves are already on display with her pants missing and her shirt fitting her like a glove. There’s still enough of a chill in the air to cause her nipples to pucker, and my groin tightens at the way her full, round breasts lie underneath the material.
Christ, she’s sweet, sinful torture doing this to me right before I’m going to lie next to her. There’s no way I’m going to be able to keep from getting hard while lying in bed beside her, knowing those tits are close enough for me to touch. I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but she’s making it difficult enough for me that I probably won’t get much sleep tonight. I’ll be staring at the ceiling all night long, trying to think of whatever helps deflate an inconvenient hard-on.Ice baths!I can reminisce on how they feel from experience, and hopefully it’ll be enough to put me to sleep.
She makes her way to the mattress, and as she sits, legs spread, I get a peek at her panties. They’ve got tiny sprigs of mistletoe and red bows printed all over them, and they’re snug enough that I can see the outline of her fat little pussy lips. I’d never think of Christmas print underwear as sexy, but on her, I’m beginning to think I’ll like everything. I lick my lips, unable to tear my gaze from her pussy until she’s tucked underneath the quilts.
I turn to the side some, so she can’t see how hard I am for her right now, and slide into bed. I’m silently thanking every gooddeed I ever did for giving me the reward of witnessing Winter without half of her clothes on. I know as soon as I close my eyes, I’ll be picturing her completely naked, and it’ll be impossible to sleep.
I clear my throat, finding it hard to formulate words at the moment when I’m so full of cum for her. “If you get cold, stay under the covers and wake me up, okay? I’ll add more wood to the fire so you don’t have to get up and freeze.”
She turns toward me, gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips. I wonder if she’d be okay with me kissing her again? “Are you like this all the time?”
