Page 27 of Melt for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 1)

Chapter Seventeen

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Milly

His mouth on my breasts feels so good. Good is an understatement but I can't really think of a better word right now. I can't think of anything right now but Jag! His mouth, his lips, the gentle sting of his teeth as he bites down just a little on the hard nub that is my nipple. I'm not sure how I ended up with my back against the hood of his jeep but I'm tired of fighting what I feel for Jag.

When he told me he missed me something clicked inside, something changed. I missed him too. Last night without him was hell. I should be more concerned about what is going on in my life. I should be worried about the break-in, or about the fact that I'm outside in the pouring rain and that I might not be safe staying out here. But I'm not scared. I'm not worried about my safety. All I feel is pleasure and a sense of everything being the way it should when I'm with Jag.

His mouth trails down the center of my body as he reaches behind me and unsnaps the bra I have on. He doesn't try to take my shirt or bra off; he just pushes them up higher so he can reach more of me. His mouth trails down my bare stomach as he uses his tongue to make swirling designs across it. His hands land on the stretchy top of my pants and slides them lower but doesn't take them off me. Instead, he just pulls them down so he can hold his nose to my mound.

"We have to stop." His voice hits me hard. I understand we have to put the brakes on this. I just don't want to. He kisses back up my body until he gets to my lips, "I have to get you inside, baby."

He lifts me but he doesn't set me down. Instead, he holds me close to him. "Wrap your legs around me baby."

I do as he asks and wrap myself around him. My breasts are pressed against his chest as he takes me up the steps to his door. "I need to get you in and dry. Your lips are starting to turn blue."

Oh shit. I really didn't notice until he said something about it. He doesn't stop once we're in the house. He doesn't put me down or turn a light on or tell me he needs to go out and grab my bags. He just turns the lock and sets the alarm. Once he does that, he takes me through the house, still carrying me just like I was outside.

We go to the bedroom, his I imagine since some of his clothes are scattered across the room, a shirt thrown across a chair, a pair of pants on the bed. He finally sets me down and leaves me standing in the middle of the room next to the big bed that dominates the space. He's back in seconds with a big white towel.

"Take it off, baby." He doesn't wait for me to do it myself but instead takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head, flinging it behind him. He never fastened my bra back so when my shirt went my bra wasn't far behind. The straps hook on my wrists but he quickly has them taken care of.

I move my hands to cover my breasts. I realize he's had his mouth on them but I'm...still shy. He pulls my arms down and starts rubbing me down with the towel. "Take the pants off too baby."

"Jag," I hesitate, "I didn't put...," I lean into his touch, not just to be warmer but because it offers comfort as well, "panties on."

"I know." He captures my lips with his and heats them up with a breath-stealing kiss. He leaves the towel in my hands as he uses his own to pull my yoga pants down and helps me step out of them. I'm completely naked in front of him.

He got down on his knees to help me take my pants off, so his face is right at the same level my bare pussy is. This fact hasn't escaped his attention either. He leans in closer and places his nose in the same spot he had it outside. His breath on the soft, bare skin of my mound sends shivers up my back and through my body. He shocks a squeal out of me when he puts his mouth on me. I move to back up but hit the bed instead. Thrown off balance it doesn't take much from him to have me falling backward. He follows.

His mouth is running up my legs in short, deep kisses until he's at my knees. I have them clenched together. His hands land on them and he gently pushes them apart. A gasp whispers out of me as he keeps going with his hands and his kisses. Up my thighs, over to my hips and back to the top of my thighs, and finally -finally- to the crease of my legs.

When his breath fans across my outer lips, I cry out, but he holds me still with his arm thrown over me. He explores the outside of me for a little while but soon that’s not enough for him, and he uses his tongue to spread me open. At the first swipe of his tongue on my clit my hips start bucking or start trying to. His arm over me takes most of the movement from me.

"Oh my God!"

He chuckles against me and goes back to tonguing my clit. He builds me up until my body begins to tense. He starts sucking and nipping, driving me crazy until he has to use both hands to hold me still, my legs thrown over his shoulder and my ass half hanging off the bed. I curl my fingers into the bedding and ride his face.

I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I'm begging him - begging him to stop, begging him to finish, begging him not to ever quit. It doesn't take him long before my thighs are shaking and my whole body coils tight and then with the tip of his finger right at the edge of my entrance I shatter. His finger must slide in but all I can feel is the overwhelming sensation of coming apart for him. The muscles surrounding my opening squeeze tight and start pulsing repeatedly.

By the time I come back to consciousness, my hand is in his hair and my hips are still gyrating across his mouth but at a much slower pace. He hasn't let up. His tongue follows his finger and at one point I have both of them vying to get further inside of me. The thought of that brings my body back to the brink of climax and in no time, I'm giving him another orgasm.

When he finally lifts his head and starts climbing up my body, I can see the entire lower half of his face glistening. With me. I did that. I left that on him - my mark.

He quickly yanks his shirt over his head one-handed and comes down for a kiss. I can taste myself on him. It's erotic and sexy and makes me want to promise that he can do whatever he wants to me. He must have thumbed his jeans open too because there is a trail being left on my lower thigh, when I look down, I can see the head of his cock peeking over the rim of his boxers. He's marking me as well.

"I need you, Milly. I need to be with you."

I know what he is asking me. I nod my head for him but just in case that isn't enough I also mumble, "Yes."

It might be low, but it is definite. I don't want him to ever wonder if I wasn't in this with him. He gives me a smile before standing back up and shucking his pants. I reach out to bring his boxers down too, but he grabs my hand to stop me. "There will be time for that soon, little one. Right now, I want to make you feel good again."

I start to tell him I can't feel any better than I do now because if he eats me again I might die, but before I do he's bending his head to capture a nipple and running his hands down my body. His fingers find my wet center and start playing again. He uses his thumb on my clit as he slowly slides one of his fingers inside of me.

"Fuck, Milly," I start to wonder if something is wrong, but he continues, "you're so fucking tight baby. I can barely get it in."

He does something with his finger, maybe curl it upward, that sends my body into overdrive. I start losing focus as the only thing I can concentrate on is what he is doing inside my body. I reach out but this time I have him to hang onto instead of just the sheets. He squeezes in another digit and it is all too much. His mouth on my breasts, his fingers inside of me, his thumb strumming against my clit -everything is too much and this time when I give in to that newly familiar feeling, I can't stop it. It's too big. I just have to ride it out as my body tightens around him and ricochets me into climax.

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