Page 34 of Wrapped in Winter
He covers my hand with his. “It’s for my sister. Her name was Lily.”
The emotion that comes over me is so sudden and strong, I can’t stop the tears that run from my eyes. I don’t make a sound as they race down my cheeks.
“This probably wasn’t the best timing. I definitely don't want you crying in bed.” He wipes the tears on my cheek. “Talk to me, please.”
“I don’t know what to say.” I can’t look at him. I want to say it feels like fate, but I don’t believe in that sort of thing, do I? I wantto say maybe my dad led him to Montana. I want to say maybe there is hope after all. It’s always darkest before the dawn, so maybe this is the end of my dark nights.
“Tell me you’re still here with me. Tell me it’s me that you see.”
He tilts my chin up, and I meet his eyes which hold so much care and sincerity. “It’s you,” I whisper out and the dam breaks. It's as if he needed to hear me acknowledge it, and now we can move forward. He cups my face and kisses me with a passion I’ve never felt before. And it grows and grows until we’re pawing at each other, pulling away the remaining scraps of fabric left between us.
He moves down my body, tasting and nibbling, then captures my nipple between his teeth. Tugging lightly then flicking it with his tongue, I arch my back, wanting so much more. I run my hands through his soft hair, and he looks up at me from under his lashes. His teasing smile as he does so lets me know he wants to drive me crazy.
“You doing okay?” he asks as he moves down my body, running his tongue along my ribs. I curl into him and giggle.
“Just fine, Drake.”
His hot breath of a laugh feels good against my skin. “Turn over.” He pushes me to my stomach and climbs over top of me. His hard cock lays on my ass as he bends down to bite at my neck and whisper to me. “I’ve never seen an ass so hot.” He rocks his hips into me while pulling my arms to the side and linking our hands once again. The stretch feels so good, and having his weight above me feels better. He begins a rhythm of pumping against me, and I turn my head to the side as he takes my lips once more.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you.” He steps from the bed and I turn over to see him searching his jeans for a condom. He throws it to the bedside table and climbs back on the bed, once againsettling between my legs. I should feel embarrassed, but his obvious reverence for me only makes me feel sexy. And when he licks up my center, the moan that erupts is something I’ve never heard come from my mouth before.
He chuckles against my skin before parting me and flicking my clit with his tongue. My stomach contracts and I buck into his mouth, wanting more,needingmore, which he happily obliges by inserting a finger and continuing to tease me. He knows what to do before I need to say anything. I cup my breasts, turning my head to the side and watch him. His strong shoulders are relaxed, and I see his hips moving slightly in rhythm with his tongue.
“Drake.” His name leaves my lips, and he looks up at me. His eyes zero in on my hands on my breasts, and he reaches up and squeezes one.
“I knew you’d be sweet. Like fucking berries.” He speaks the words against my pussy before spearing me with his tongue, fucking me in and out. He grabs hold of my thighs, spreading me wider. “Come on, baby, come all over my face.” I moan out, his words bringing me to the edge.
“Drake!” He latches onto my clit and sucks, and I break. I shake and quiver, pressing my thighs against his head, trapping him where I need him. Cries leave my lips, my back arches, and I grip the bed. His low growl against me only drags my orgasm out longer. When I come down from the high, my legs collapse to the bed, and he looks at me with a satisfied grin.
“I could do that every night for the rest of my life and never tire of it.” He licks his lips before crawling up my body and kissing me. I taste myself on him, and it instantly makes me hotter. I wrap my legs around his waist, searching for more, and he laughs. “That’s it, baby girl, rub yourself all over me.”
And still, I’m not embarrassed by my wanton behavior. There’s something about him that allows me to be me. And it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like myself.
“I must be crazy,” I say and smile, biting at his chin.
“Not crazy. You just know a good thing when you see one.” He winks at me, and we laugh together as he rolls me to my side and spanks me. He grabs the condom, sitting back on his knees and tearing it open. I watch as he strokes himself twice and then rolls it on. He comes up beside me and sits, leaning against the headboard. “Climb on, January, I've been waiting for this moment.”
I crawl over him, straddling his waist, rocking my hips as he plays with my breasts, pinching my nipples before running his thumbs over them, soothing the sting. I reach for his cock and position him at my entrance, slowly sliding him inside. I groan at the intrusion, feeling a stretch so delicious, I don’t want it to ever end.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I exhale out and begin to move. His hands smooth up and down my back before dropping to my ass; soft but forceful touches guiding me where he wants me. It's intimate and sure. He holds my waist, and I revel in the way he gazes at me. I take his hands, placing them above his head while I slowly ride him, kissing him, torturing him.
“Ride me. Harder, baby. Give me everything.”
He places his hand flat between my breasts while holding my waist with his other, and I roll my hips in a wave-like motion over him, increasing the pace.
“This view.. fuck.” He becomes frantic with his hands, squeezing my breasts then kneading at my thighs. He grabs my waist, pulling me down tight against him as his hips piston up into me. He leans forward off the headboard, capturing a nipplein his mouth while grabbing my wrists and holding my hands in his behind me.
Our breaths mingle, our moans bouncing off the walls as our bodies move together. He looks up at me, brushing the hair from my face and speaking against my breast. “Does this feel good?” He bites at me before sucking gently then letting go with a pop. He smiles against my skin and does it again. “It does, doesn’t it?” I groan out a yes and he says, ”I know it does. Every time I do this,” he bites and tugs, “your pussy clenches my cock.”
“Ohh,” my head falls back on my neck as he continues to work me over.
“Oh god,” he calls out before moving himself to lay flat on the bed, grabbing my waist and stilling my movements.
“I don't want to come yet.” His breathing is heavy while he gets himself under control. “I don't want this to end. You feel so fucking good.”
His hands caress my ass before he gives me one good smack. “Get on your knees.” His command is so strong and manly, I jump off and into position, excited for what’s to come.