Page 25 of Mr. Winter
Arden shakes her head, and the denial saddens me. “No, Jack, stop referring to yourself as two different people. You’re both, a combination of the two. It sounds like something you need to own. If your grandfather had the same responsibilities, he managed to find the fun in it and so will you. If we’re going to spend a week together, I want to see whoyouare, the real you unfiltered.” She scrunches her nose the way she does when she’s about to admit to something she rather ignore. “It was unfair of me to ignore your desire to be called 'Espen.' If you want me to address you by your given name I will.”
I chuckle because she isn’t rejecting me, and she admitted her fault like she was forced to admit something highly unpleasant
“Everyone calls me 'Espen' now. I like that you call me 'Jack.' Now, get out of my lap.”
Her eyebrow shoots up like she wants to challenge me. “Um...that was abrupt.”
I shrug. “Maybe, but those are your options. Get out of my lap or get fucked.”
“I never said we were fucking,” she teases.
“A week isn’t enough time for delusions, baby.”
Arden rolls her eyes heavenward. “Fine, but if you get rough, I’ll kick your ass.
“One, stop lying. You like it rough. Two, what did I tell you about threats? Three, kiss me,” I tell her as I pull her close by her neck.
Her pulse beats against my thumb as she stares at my lips. I’ve missed having her this close, but we’ll be exploring things we couldn’t while we were younger. Her eyes want to defy me, but the rest of her body knows better.
She nips me before she settles into the kiss. I give her time to explore me, kissing me at her one intensity as her hands moved up my clothed chest. Her touch always made my heart pound and now is no different, except for the dirty thoughts that now accompany her touch. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I crave Arden. I doubt that’ll ever change. She becomes bolder with her actions and scoots closer until her bare pussy teases my dick with its nearness. My patience breaks, and I take over.
Reaching behind, I tug at her hair until she gasps, then I take advantage of the opening. I taste her like I’d die if I didn’t get my fix. Arden is my drug. I slide my tongue in her mouth to show her how I want to be kissed by her. Holding back isn’t an option I want to be consumed by her kisses. She needs to give me everything. All of her kisses need to feel like she’s a part of me. Holding her hair tight, I keep her in place as I smack then roughly grab one of her juicy ass cheeks. Her body is mine to command, but mine doesn’t sexually function without her.
I groan into her mouth when her hand finds the part of me that aches for her. This is the make-out session we didn’t have as teenagers. Hot kisses filled with hormones. I slip my hand under her shirt to need her naked skin as I tug her hair a little harder to gain access to her neck. She whimpers when I bite her, but my nibbles take her exactly where I want her.
“Oh, Jack.”
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Now, get out of my lap.”
“What!” she hisses as her eyes fly open.
Standing, I slide her down until her feet touch the ground. “It’s a warning. Don’t hesitate with me. Trust my orders. If I want to fuck we fuck.”
I begin to walk off. I really do need to get outside and check the snow.
“That’s one-sided, and if I demand it?” she challenges from behind.
“Then my dick would be inside of you before you could finish the sentence.” I’m back in her face again. “If you want this week with all the dirty sex you can handle, you cannot falter on the simple things.” I cup her pussy for emphasis. “Always be ready for me, baby.”
* * *
It’sweird floating through Fairhope with not one person in sight. Everything is snow-laden as the snow still falls throughout. Deacon and I are literally the only two people who can be out in this condition, and I doubt his married ass is going anywhere right now. I do a few mid-air flips and create a few flurries before I realize what I’m doing. It’s not time to play or have fun. I’m checking for anything damaged or for people trapped in the snow. One of the things about my power is I can see the world as if the snow isn’t there. It’s a useful filter for times like this. Overall, not bad. I still feel bad for the two families and one woman I had to put to sleep to take him. Ever so often I get some special sleep dust from The Sandman for times like this.
One family (mother, father, a teen, and preteen) were all huddled together in the back seat. The car was about to die, and they were running out of options. I sprinkled the dust and put them to sleep. At this point, I know where everyone lives, but I take the father’s wallet to see the address. I put the kids in their bed first, then the mother, and the dad last. Once I had the car in their driveway, I checked them for ailments then left them. When they awaken, they’ll think it’s a bad dream. The man I helped was actually stuck outside and was a few moments from dying from hypothermia. In cases like this, if he died, I could reverse it since it would be related to something I did, sort of like hitting 'undo.' If I’d found him in natural cold, I could heal his injuries, but not bring him back to life.
I took him to his home but left him on the porch since there wouldn’t be any way to explain my presence to his family. He’d awakened two minutes after I flew away and banged on the door. I watched from a distance as his family hugged him glad to have him back.
Moments like this make the responsibilities worth it. I was able to help people in a meaningful way, and it only took an hour of my time. Now that everyone is where they need to be, I head back to my home with a lot more pep than normal.
My senses tell me Arden is being naughty. I don’t know if she remembers what I told her or if she doesn’t care. Either way, I like it. I find her in the chair we occupied earlier with her legs spread and draped over each arm rest. Her eyes are closed, and she nibbles on her lip as her fingers work to give her what I refused her earlier. She’s not aware I’m back and like dreams, fantasies play out in pictures for me. She wants me to eat her pussy. Taking off my shirt, I float down until I’m on my knees between her legs. I push her inner thighs further apart, and her eyes pop open. Wet fingers are still buried inside of her.
“Please, keep going,” I encourage her.
Arden keeps her eyes on me as her fingers begin moving so slowly I feel as if I’m the one being tortured. Impatiently, I smack her hand out of the way and dive in for a taste of her. I love the way she shudders like my touch is the most divine thing she’s ever experienced. I dive deeper lapping up the mess she made with her fingers. My moan vibrates against her skin because she tastes so damn good.
“Fuck, Jack,” she moans as she tugs my hair and grinds her pussy in my face.
She mewls when I suck her clit hard. Her aggressiveness could be off-putting to some men, but I love that shit. I back off to punish her for starting without me. Spreading her lips with two fingers, I look up into her lustful eyes.
