Page 72 of When the Woods Go Silent

“As long as it doesn’t cool us down,” I say, fingernails digging into his biceps as he pushes my tank top and bra all the way below my nipples, propping my breasts up like a display and exposing them to the chill of the kitchen. His eyes are fastened greedily on my skin, and I lean back to let him look, soaking in the desire that’s radiating from him.

He might not date or sleep around much, but his need for me now is as clear as a full moon on a cloudless night, and it tastes like power on my lips.

Still holding me in place, he swirls his tongue over each nipple in turn, biting gently. I gasp as the skin tightens suddenly with an intense chill, and I look down to find him teasing an ice cube over my sensitive skin.

“Does this cool you down?” he asks with a sly grin. I don’t bother to answer, yanking his mouth back to mine for another consuming kiss as he slowly tortures my nipples with the ice. A whimper escapes my lips as I think I can’t take one more second, and he laughs low and deadly before ducking his head to suck my nipple hard against his tongue.

The sudden heat and pull of pleasure brings my hips off the counter as I wrap my legs even tighter around his waist, desperate for friction at my core.

“I like that you’re greedy, too,” he rasps, grasping under my thighs and flipping me down onto my back on the kitchen floor before I even realize what’s happening.

I have barely enough time to register that the floor is thankfully very clean, before Torrence is ripping at the zipper of my jeans like he can’t wait another second.

“So you do like to play,” I tease, my hands sliding down his body, tugging at the hem of his shirt. I want to see this man’schest and lick the ridges of every one of those abs I’ve been feeling.

“You make me crazy,” Torrence growls, and for a moment I worry he might actually rip my jeans. And I was really into the ice, but this tile floor is freaking cold.

“Hey,” I manage, pulling away enough to capture his face in my hands. There’s a wild look in his eyes that sends a spark of need straight through me, but I know my mind won’t be able to relax and enjoy the games if I’m too distracted. “This is probably a health code thing.” I bite my lip at my awkwardness, but it barely registers for Torrence as he bends to nip at my breasts again, one hand still tugging my jeans over my hips.

“Don’t fucking care, Midnight.”

The girly part of me takes a pause and squeals internally - he gave me a nickname. I’m officially inside this man’s head. And that means I have the power again here, so I flip my switch to total siren. I can play it both ways, and I’m in the mood to give him a hard time.

Emphasis on hard.

Scooting under his arm, I slide away from his grasp and shimmy out of my jeans, giving Torrence a view of some seriously sexy cheeky undies as I strut out of the kitchen and into the darkened dining room, stripping off my top and bra as I go.

“Coming, ice boy?” I call over my shoulder as I choose a velvet lounge to sprawl across and drop my clothes on the floor. Ooh, much more comfy. For a long second of silence, I worry that I’ve broken the moment and he’s reconsidering.

But then he strides in, shirt tossed over his shoulder, belt and jeans undone to reveal what a hard time he’s already having, and I smile up at him, all kinds of slow and sexy.

Before I can make a move, he grabs me up from the lounge and sits, straddling me across his lap and crushing my naked breasts to his chest. My nipples are tight buds of sensation asI rub against him, feeling so much delicious skin and way too much fabric still in the way.

I’m soaked through the silk of my panties, so freaking ready to feel him inside me. “Condom?” I manage to ask as I feel his cock straining at the thin fabric separating us. I decide I’m officially over the waiting game.

“Wasn’t expecting to need one.” His tongue teases against my lips while he plants one hand on my lower back, fingers digging into my ass.

“Well, I don’t play without protection,” I whisper, disappointment washing through me.

“Not even this game?”

I hum a little moan as Torrence slides his other hand between us and cups me over my panties, one finger stroking my wetness through the silky fabric.

“Let’s see who can score first,” he murmurs, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear. His fingers tug my panties to the side and a breathy moan slides out of my throat as he plunges two fingers deep into my core. I let myself sink into the sensation as he curls his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing lazy circles around my clit. Goddess, he’s good at this. I didn’t even have to show him where things are.

Then I realize he challenged me.

Inching to one side enough to give myself room, I peel his boxers down and wrap my fingers around the hard heat of his cock. He hisses as I begin to stroke him lightly, playing my thumb over the tip. His thighs bounce my hips lightly up and down as his fingers pick up speed, lips crashing down on mine as my body chases what it wants.

The game is on, and we’re racing each other to the edge.

He’s smooth and velvety between my fingers, his cock thick enough that my fisted fingers barely wrap around him. He’s already leaking pre-cum as his length slides against my palms,and my confidence soars as I hear his breath stuttering in his throat.

“Give in to it,” he demands, growling in my ear before sucking my nipple hard between his teeth. The sudden shock of pain mixed with pleasure jolts me against him, and he takes advantage of the moment, suddenly pressing me flat onto my back on the lounge. My fingers slide too far to reach his cock, but the fire in his eyes tells me he cares much more about winning.

One hand wraps my neck, squeezing just enough to make me breathless, as he adds a third finger inside me, keeping me pinned by his hands and the intense need in his fiery eyes. My body comes alive for him, and pleasure spirals and tightens in ropes around me as I come hard around a strangled cry. My hips arch up to meet his hand as he draws the orgasm out longer and longer, and my eyes slide backward. The fingers around my neck loosen, sliding down across my breasts, and I suck in a gulp of air as my body trembles, my thighs pressing together around his hand as his fingers pump slower inside me.

“Oh my Goddess,” I breathe, still panting a little as he strokes the column of my neck, smirking down at me like he thinks he owns my soul. After a moment of trying to regain my sanity, I grin, remembering I still have work to do. He might have won the race, but I’m no quitter. I wrap one hand around his cock and tug him closer by his balls. My pussy aches with emptiness as he pulls his fingers out and coats himself with my wetness, guiding both my hands to wrap around his cock.

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