Page 19 of Melt for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 1)

"Why? Did you not like it?"

"What?" Are we talking about the same thing again? Is this another miscommunication thing even though I thought we were on the same page? "I don't..um,"

"You found pleasure."

Huh?

"I know you came." Heat hits my cheeks hard.

"I...," He stands and walks closer to the bed. "I...don't want you to think...," What the hell am I going to say?

"That you didn't like it?"

"What? No!"

"So, you did like it?"

"I...I was...yes." I whisper the last word.

"So, you're telling me you liked what I did?" He puts a knee on the edge of the bed and crawls towards me until he's over me. "You liked that I made you cum with my fingers?"

"What...oh, um...," one of his hands slides under my sweater and plays with the edge of my bra. "Well, I, um...what are you doing?"

"Going to find out what part of it you regret and fix it."

"What?" His fingers ghost up the valley of my breasts making goosebumps break out all over my body. "No, I don't regret...,"

"So, you did like it?"

"I came."

"I know." His touch flits to the cups of my bra causing my nipples to harden and my breath to shake out of me in hitched gasps. They don't linger as he moves higher and pulls my sweater with him. He has it over my head and thrown over his shoulder in no time. "You're beautiful, Milly."

His eyes drop to trace along with his fingers down the center of my body. He's laying beside me touching me like he might lose me, like I might vanish right before his eyes. He leans forward and whispers to me. His breath moves the fine hairs around my ears with every word, "Can I do it again? Can I make you cum again, sweet girl?"

He pulls back and looks down at me, waiting for my answer. And what is that going to be? Do I want him to touch me again, to make me feel like I felt in the sauna? Uh, fuck yes but how can I say that to him? As if he can read my mind, he gives me an answer.

"Why don't you tell me if you like it or not? Or if you want me to stop doing something? You like this don't you? Me just touching you, learning your body."

I nod. His touch does feel amazing.

"You like when I massaged you, didn't you?"

I nod again. He made me feel fantastic when he was rubbing me.

"Maybe I can rub you again. Help you relax some." I give him a nod even if he isn't looking at me this time but at where his fingers slowly move. "Why don't you flip over on your belly, little one."

He helps me roll until I'm on my stomach like I was in the sauna. He unclasps my bra but doesn't try to remove it. Somehow this makes me more comfortable. He rubs me until I am so relaxed I can't tell if I still have bones since all of them could have melted.

"Let's take these off too." He helps me pull my yoga pants down and off, then he starts working on my legs and lower back. He runs the tips of his fingers up under the edge of my panties and my body tenses. His hands slow down.

"I don't want you to stop. I just...um,"

"Reflex? Because you're so innocent and aren't used to having someone touch you like I'm touching you."

"Yes." I whisper it low, so low I worry that he might not have heard me, but he continues rubbing me. His hands continue to knead the muscles in my legs before continuing back up to flirt with the edge of my underwear again. This time instead of running the tips of his fingers under the edges he just nudges the material over to keep rubbing the curve of my ass until the material is bunched in between my legs. He spreads me apart letting the material slip further in the crevice.

It comes as a complete surprise to me when he uses my own panties to play with my clit, rubbing the wet lace and silk back and forth across my sensitive skin. I gasp around a moan that slips from my lips. "There are lots of ways for me to give you pleasure without touching you, sweetness."

He keeps tugging and pulling back and forth, back and forth. The pressure being perfect for me. I can't help but work my hips with the motions he's using with the crotch of my panties. I jump when his breath comes close to my ear, "But I would much rather use my hands."

He slides the material over swiftly and replaces it with his fingers. It's the first time he's really touched me - skin to skin. My body, already worked up from the tease he did with my panties, know this is too much. It tips over into an orgasm, one that has my body shaking through the pulses coursing through my body.

He doesn't let up. Even when I come back to myself and realize he's still touching me, he doesn't let up. He runs his other hand along my back and over the swell of my breasts which are pressed to the bed. He doesn't try to do anything else just tease along the swell that peaks out of the side as he keeps rubbing me. His touch is electric, setting my whole body on fire.

"You going to give me another one, baby?" His voice is so close to me. "Why don't you roll over, sweetheart, and let me make you feel good another way."

He helps me turn. He's got me so relaxed and foggy-brained from the orgasm that I forget my bra isn't clasped together. It’s not until he lifts it from me that I remember. I try to hang onto it, but he gently pulls the lace from me. My hands go up to cover my bare breasts, but he pulls my hands away and takes my mind off being so naked in front of someone by capturing my lips with his.

His hands run across my stomach and down over my hips as he pulls me closer to him. He mumbles soft encouragement to me as he explores my body with his hands until he finally finds the vee of my legs again. This time when he rubs me, I can see his hands working on my pussy. Seeing him play with my clit, it doesn't take long before I am gasping and clinging to him, begging him to finish me. The last thought I have before I drift off to sleep is of my body rocking into an all-consuming orgasm that leaves me limp with exhaustion and so wrung out all I can do is offer him a sleepy mumble when he rolls me up in his arms and pulls the covers over both of us.

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