Snowed In

Chapter 25

The sound of his laughter was the most precious thing I had ever heard. It was so very difficult to resist. I held up my hands so he could see my fingertips. They looked like prunes.

"Better than out in the cold where we'd both need to grow several more layers of skin and a thick fur coat." I couldn't help but play with his chest hair and beard. "You've got a head start though."

"I didn't hear you complaining about it when all this fur was rubbing up against you."

"Now why would I complain about that? I never said there was anything wrong with that." A fresh round of laughter captured our hearts. We laughed until the water ran cold, then jumped out of the shower and moved to the bedroom. We both said something nonsensical and fell out laughing. He picked me up and threw me on the bed then jumped in himself and the largest tickle fight I had ever been in commenced. Our hands went everywhere as we rolled and tickled and laughed.

"I think I found my new favorite way to pass time with you?" I whispered during one of our many breaks.

"Oh really?" He didn't give me a chance to answer him before he flipped me onto my back and laid a tender kiss upon my lips as his knees slowly parted mine and he slid between them. I felt a moment's hesitation before he pushed himself slowly into place inside my body. My breath hissed into my lungs through my teeth. "I thought maybe this was it? Am I wrong?" He started to withdraw his body from mine. I wined and arched my back to keep him in me. When I looked into his eyes. I saw a sweet tender hunger. "Shhhh. I'll keep going if you want me to. Is that alright with you?" I nodded not able to speak at the moment. I felt his tip poised at my entrance. "Would it be alright if I hold your wrists above your head?" I slid my wrist next to his large hands. Before he took them he held my eyes with his. "You know what to say if I hurt you, or if you don't like what is happening, don't you?"

"Lavender," I whispered, keeping my voice down in an effort to keep the tone he was setting.

"Good." He smiled slowly. I was hungry for him in a way I had never been. He hadn't moved. I could still feel him there, his tip just inside me, holding me open for the rest of him. When was he going to put it in? My body was aching for his. That was his intention. "I'm not going to kiss you. Okay. I'm just going to take my time. Be a good girl for me hold still as long as you can." His eyes were on fire, They weren't going to let mine go. "After, I'm going to go down and make you a dinner befitting the queen that you are. You can wait up here until it's done, read, sleep, take another shower, do whatever you wish. Then after we eat, you can do with me whatever it is that you wish. I will do whatever you want me to. Is that okay?" I bit my lip and nodded fervently hoping that he would hurry up and push. He gave me his head and my body closed deliciously around it. I whimpered and trembled. His smile told me he knew exactly what form of torture he was inflicting upon me. Dammit, I wanted all of that man inside me. "Baby, I need an answer."

"Please?"

"Please what?"

"Hurry up."

"No." It was a harsh word but he whispered it so softly and smiled so sweetly, then pulled his head back so only his tip sat inside me. I was so ready to feel all of him. I could feel myself as I oozed in anticipation and preparation for him. He licked his lips and smiled slowly again. His eyes roamed over my body like a starving lion's does a gazelle. When they came back to mine he slid his hands over my wrist and pushed my arms a little further above my head, stretching my torso and forcing my breast up toward him. He smiled wickedly and dipped the head of his penis in me for an agonizingly pleasing split second before withdrawing to start position again. He did this over and over again until I was a dripping, quivering mess under him. He watched my face the whole time and smiled as I struggled to meet his demands.

"Had enough?" I shook my head so violently that the bed shook too. He laughed. He was having way too much fun. "Maybe you want a little more?" He pushed himself halfway in and moaned so sweetly. He pulled back and held for a second then went in again, still only halfway. I was tingling everywhere. I could hardly hold still. I turned my wrists under his hands. He held tight and looked at me, listening for our safe word. I didn't give it to him. He continued to torture me only diving in half way and retreating. I wanted to scream. He pulled completely out. I thought I was going to die. Was he done? His smile was soft and warm and totally evil. He dove in, once twice, three times before pulling out altogether. I and my body screamed.

"Impressive." He looked so smug I wanted to beat him and bite him and kiss him and, honestly fuck the hell out of him. He let go of my wrist and I started to move. "Don't." He warned. Damn, I wanted him. I froze, my eyes wide with shock. He was in complete control, strong steady and all man."I'm sorry."

He smiled. "That was bad. Roll over." He spoke directly. His voice was even and calm. I did as he commanded. I could hear him panting, fighting to control his breathing. "Mmmm. On your hands and knees." I felt his hand on my hip, his other on my ass. He pushed a finger in, then two. "Don't move." Then three. He let his thumb lineup and rest over my back door but he didn't push in. He only threatened to. It was so erotic I couldn't hold back my moan. He allowed it. He settled into a sweet rhythm that pulled more and more moans from me and a few from him.

Somewhere in all that was going on, he pushed his thumb in my backdoor. He stopped like a loving, good man and waited for our safe word. I didn't give it. My insides were on fire. I'd never. I had no idea. I hit that wave and the world exploded white. My moans became wild cries of a mixture of 'Oh God' and Avriel. He pulled his fingers out of me and gripped both my hips strong enough to leave real bruises. It hurt, but the pleasure of his body finally, fully in mine felt so good I didn't know how to care. All I cared about was him filling me of which he did repeatedly until he couldn't anymore. My every nerve was open and raw by the time he collapsed against my back then pull me over on my side to spoon.

He was breathless. He pulled my shoulder back gently so he could steal a kiss. "You alright?"

"Better than."

"Good. Relax a while, you've earned it. I'm off to wash up and then cook. He slapped my ass none to gently before he hopped out of bed. "When I call you, come down dressed." He grabbed the comforter off the floor and pulled it over me. Leaned down and kissed my sweaty forehead. "Please."