Page 17 of One Snowy Seduction
Shrugging out of her shirt, she let her arms fall to her sides and the material slipped to the floor. “For my comfort,” she replied.
The honest appreciation she saw in his eyes as his gaze dipped down to her breasts then slowly etched back up to her face, had her pulse throbbing. She linked her thumbs in the band of her thong and eased the thin wisp of silk down her hips. And because she knew he was watching, his gaze and his dick enjoying this little striptease game, she slowly lifted one leg to free the thong and then the other. Instead of tossing her underwear onto the floor, Teesha held them as she stood, letting the band hang from one extended finger.
“You win,” she said before swiping her tongue over her bottom lip. “You said if I missed the shot, you wanted these off. Well, come and get them.” She propped her other hand on her hip and waited for him to come to her.
He did. With one slow step at a time Kendrick walked toward her, closing the few feet of distance between where he’d stood at one end of the pool table to where she stood at the other. Their gazes held and he took the silk from her finger. “This is not my prize,” he told her.
“Oh? It’s not?” Her tone was a whispery breath, something she’d never heard before. But her body was also a raging inferno, her skin sizzling with sensitivity as she waited for his touch, his kiss.
Tossing the silk over his shoulder he clasped his hands at her waist and she gasped. “Hell no,” he replied as he lifted her from the floor and sat her bare ass on the pool table.
Leaning around her he used one arm to swipe at the remaining balls on the table, so that some went into the side pockets and others scattered to the opposite side.
“This is my prize,” he told her as his heated gaze started at her lips then trailed down to her breasts, her torso, her bared pussy, her legs and then back up to her face again. “You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever received, Teesha.”
He put his hands on her waist, trailing them down so that his fingers whispered over her skin. They traveled past her hips to the inside of her thighs where he spread them wide.
She planted her palms slightly behind her on the smooth felt tabletop to support the upper half of her body. “You must’ve been really good this year,” she said, her breath hitching on that last word as he’d brushed the pad of his thumb over her exposed clit.
“Nah,” he said, gazing up at her and shaking his head. “I’ve been really bad for the last nine years.” He pressed lightly on that tightened nub, then circled his thumb over it until her lips parted to release a shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have waited to see you again. I shouldn’t have waited for this.”
If she were searching for the right response to those words, she gave up the second he dipped his head and his tongue traded places with his thumb. His mouth was in assault mode, the way it moved over her tender flesh with total control and intent to wreak as much pleasurable havoc as possible. His hands had moved down to grip her ass, lifting her pussy to his face like she was his favored dessert and he was ravenous to indulge.
The waves of pleasure tore through her with vicious force and her blunt-tipped nails scraped along the tabletop. Her head rolled back and eyes closed as she whispered his name. “Kendrick. Damn you, Kendrick.” But really, he was damning her. Taking her to a place she hadn’t thought she’d venture to again. Hadn’t she sworn off men, off sex, for the past eleven months? Hadn’t she told herself it just wasn’t worth it. The heartache and disappointment that always came at the end of a relationship just wasn’t worth her time or energy anymore? Yeah, she’d said all that and she’d settled for the pleasure she could bring herself all these months, but none of it compared. There was no amount of touching herself or buying extra batteries for her vibrator that could top this. The heat of his mouth on her was mind blowing. The strokes of his tongue along her plump folds, the press of it moving inside her, it was more than she could’ve ever imagined.
“Fuck!” He yelled when her legs trembled and her thighs tightened around him.
Her release had come so fast and so fiercely she was speechless. Her body arched up from the table, her arms shaking to hold her weight as she bit down on her lip so hard, she thought she might draw blood.
“You come so good, baby. So damn good.” He moved his hand up the back of her legs until his arm wrapped around her waist to hold her. With his other hand he continued to stroke her pussy as he dropped soft kisses over her mound.
She was floating and he’d caught her. That’s how it felt as he continued to murmur over her flesh, his finger doing an exploratory dance over the skin he’d just devoured.
“Why can’t I go slow with you?” he asked when she was again settled on the table and he eased back to stare down at her.
“I don’t like slow,” she replied.
His response was a grin. “No. You always wanted what you wanted, when you wanted it.”
After a childhood of never getting what she wanted because it wasn’t what her parents’ thought was best for her, yeah, Teesha had decided that as an adult it would be all about her wants and needs. That hadn’t worked out so well on the career front or the personal front and she’d had to learn some hard, but valuable lessons. But tonight…fuck that…for as long as she was stuck in this chalet with Kendrick, she was going to get exactly what she wanted.
“Now, Kendrick. I want you, now.”
He came close again, leaning down to take her mouth in a kiss that matched the ferocity with which he’d just licked her pussy. She adored his kisses, wanted more the minute his lips touched hers and so she lifted a hand to cup the back of his head and hold him to her. He grabbed her wrist and inched back, breaking the kiss. “I keep telling you, I got you, Tee. Believe that.”
Trust him. That’s what he was really saying. Could she trust Kendrick again?
Before she could answer he turned his face so that he could kiss the wrist he held, then down to the palm of her hand and the tips of each finger. His gaze was full of dark desire as he put her hand back down on the table and stepped away. “Don’t move,” he instructed.
She watched as he went back around to the other side of the table where he’d dropped his pants when he’d missed his last shot. Picking them up he dug into the pocket and retrieved a condom.
“Wait, so you go without underwear when you’re relaxing, but you keep a condom in your pocket?” she asked, skeptically.
He grinned, then stroked his tongue over his full lips. “When you’re stuck in a chalet with a sexy and controlling woman, you stay prepared.”
Arrogance and confidence, that’s what she saw in him as she watched him smooth that condom down over his length. He’d always been confident about his skills in the tech industry, always knew he’d make it and yet there’d still been vulnerability in him. That’s what she’d felt when she first met him, that’s where they’d always connected. Tonight, as he walked to her and hooked her legs on his arms, scooting her closer to the edge of the table so he could slip his dick inside her, she wondered what connected them now.
Was it this? The way he plunged deep inside her, touching every erogenous zone she had, and some she didn’t know existed? Or was it the way she circled her hips to meet each thrust, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm to meet each other’s need? It could’ve been the way he watched her as he fucked her, the way their passion-filled gazes locked as he stroked and she pumped. Then there was the release, the way they each rode those waves of desire, taking each other further with whispers of adoration. Requests like “Harder.”, “Faster.”, “More. Please, more.”, that echoed throughout the room as they climbed higher and higher. Until they both fell.
