Snowed In

Chapter 19

I could almost watch the thoughts play across his face. Without a word, he slid his other hand behind my head as he guided my body to floor finding my lips with his own. I let go of his hand so that I could wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair. He rolled back on his shoulder and moved his free hand to my waist to pull me closer to him, never disconnecting our lips. I felt more connected to him than I had in the entire time we had been here. He was guiding my head with one hand and pulling at my t-shirt with the other. His fingers played at the hem and he pulled back to look me in the eye.

"Can I?" He asked. I nodded and we both sat up. He slid his hands slowly up my sides removing my shirt and not wanting to break contact with my skin. Fearing my hands would be cold, I rubbed them together and removed his shirt the same way. We sat still for a moment just watching each other. He was sitting cross-legged and he pulled me into his lap until my legs were behind him on either side and we were chest to chest. He leaned in and placed gentle kisses along my jaw to my ear. In my ear, he whispered, "In case it wasn't clear, the answer to that last question is you, although you are not a thing." Unable to stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him hard and pressed myself against him as if I was trying to crawl inside his skin. He unhooked my bra and tossed it away, but he wasn't in a hurry. He took control of the kiss a slowed it down. His strong fingers traced up and down my spine as if drawing patterns on my skin. It was soothing and maddening at the same time. I calmed in his arms and let him do what he needed. He had just revealed a piece of himself to me and he needed to absorb that as much as I did.

Praying my fingers weren't cold, I mimicked his actions. He laid kisses on my jaw and down my neck finding the sensitive spots on my collarbone.

"Can I lay you down?" He whispered. I nodded and smiled. He lowered my body to the floor not bothering to move my legs or himself. I felt bare and vulnerable but loved. His eyes were lidded as they roamed my body, a small smile was playing on his lips. He started tracing the shapes the firelight was creating on my belly.

"Beautiful." He exhaled deeply. His fingertips came to rest on the waistband of my pajama pants. He brought his eyes to meet mine.

"Can I?"

"Yes," I said, the butterflies taking flight in my belly. I knew where this was going, but the feelings and the foreplay were new.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband and very carefully pulled just the pants away from my body and I shivered.

"You won't be cold long." He assured me with a smile. He stood up and pulled his own pajama pants off, grabbed a pillow, a blanket off the back of the couch, and laid down on his side next to me. He placed the pillow under my head and the blanket to the side. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me like I was a buffet. I met his gaze.

"See something you like?" I teased.

"All of it." He growled leaned down and captured my right nipple between his teeth. He nipped and sucked it to a rosy little bud. He turned his attention to the left one as he slid his free hand down my belly to edge of my panties. He lifted his eyes to meet mine again.

"Please?"

"Yes." I barely had enough breath to get the word out.

His fingers found my center as his mouth found mine. He slid one long finger in as his tongue parted my lips. He added a second finger and stroked as his tongue caressed mine. I put my arms around his neck and lightly tugged on his hair and he moaned into me. He added a third finger and I moaned into him. The heat in my belly became a roaring inferno. I was so close to the edge. One more stroke to total bliss. He must have known because he stopped and removed his fingers. He pulled away and sat up. He removed my panties and his underwear and laid back down next to me. He looked painfully hard and in desperate need of relief. He put his hand on my hip and turned me on my side so that I was facing the fire and away from him. He put his hand between my thighs and lifted my leg so that it rested on top of his.

"The last time I was behind you, I was less than gentle, let me fix that, please?" His tip was resting right at my entrance and it was all I could do to not press back against him so that I could feel him inside of me.

"Yes," I moaned deep. He pulled my body tight against him and I felt him deep within me. He continued to hold me tight against him and rocked into me over and over again, producing wave after wave of pleasure. I couldn't stop myself as I moaned his name, over and over. He, in turn, moaned mine as if it was the answer to a question. He trailed his hand down my belly to my core and began to rub my clit in small circles. Within moments the two of us came together. Not pulling out of me just yet, he held me close and pulled the blanket over us. He pressed his head against my neck and I could feel his tears on my skin. I brought my hand to my face to wipe away my own. I hoped his were just as healing.