Page 68 of Snowed In

“I’m negative too,” he says, slowly, carefully, like he doesn’t want to pressure me into anything.

I gently grip the back of his neck and give him a tug, which he follows easily. As soon as he’s right back on top of me where I want him, possibly forever, I arch up and whisper against his lips, “Keep going, then. I’m ready.”

The stark desire on his face imprints on my brain. No one’s ever looked at me the way he does, and I doubt anyone ever will again. We hold each other’s eyes as he slicks himself and then finds my entrance, waiting for me to nod once more before he starts to push inside. I hike my legs up, resting my heels on his low back as I breathe through the sharp, pleasurable pain. He issobig, but I need it. I need him. I need at least this one time together to get me through the rest of my life.

Or it’s going to ruin me for the rest of my life, but I can’t worry about that as he continues to sink further inside, filling up all of the empty, aching spaces and then some, until it feels like I’ll burst.

Then he’s all the way in, his hips pressing against my ass. Both of us are panting heavily, our breaths filling the air between us with warm, damp air.

“Okay?” he asks.

I nod, not sure I can form the words to express just how okay I am. How it feels like every nerve ending in my body is lit up, waiting to explode, on the precipice of something amazing and how I’m also fearing the downfall, but not enough to stop.

Not now. I can’t.

Ashley pushes up so he’s on his knees and arranges my legs over his massive shoulders. Then he plants his fists on either side of me, nearly bending me in half. He moves his hips back, drawing his cock out most of the way until his fat head is stretching my outer ring in a way that sends happy little zings through my limbs.

Staring into my eyes, he drives forward, filling me back up fast, slamming inside in a way that jolts my whole body. I grab onto his biceps, head arching back as pure pleasure begins to pool in my veins.

Each time he bottoms out, he grunts, the sound animalistic and teasing at my brain, driving me wild. I can’t help but whimper as he rubs against my prostate every time he sinks inside me, his thickness stretching me to the breaking point and touching all my sensitive bits perfectly.

His pace is fast and a little too hard but in thebestfucking way. It’s so good I’m moaning, almost nonstop, unable to control myself as everything inside me ratchets tighter and tighter. My ecstasy skyrockets, flinging me into the stars.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I gasp out, throwing my arms up over my head and just letting go, letting him have every bit of me. Anything he wants, he can take.

I feel so small and helpless as he uses my body to give us both themost pleasure possible. He’s just so much bigger than me in every way, blocking out the entire room—the entireworld—with his shoulders and chest.

As I start to hit my peak, my fingers curl around the pillow under me. “Yeah,” I encourage him as he changes his angle just enough. “Right there. Right fucking there.God yes.”

Ashley makes a growly, breathy sound that goes straight to the head of my dick and blows the top off. Every muscle in my body clenches as I curl in on myself, pressing my face into his bristly beard and choking out a groan. He keeps thrusting inside me, jackhammering as he chases his own release, sweat dripping from his brow.

I flop back onto the mattress, moaning pathetically. I’m so sensitive now, the size of him beginning to feel not so good, but then he stiffens above me, heat filling my raw insides. His jaw goes so tight I’m not sure how he doesn’t crack a tooth.

Then he’s sagging to the bed next to me, one arm thrown over my chest, his breath heaving in and out of his big body. Little sparks of pleasure are still erupting sporadically beneath my skin as I stare up at the ceiling and try to comprehend what exactly just happened and why I can’t stop touching him. I rub my palm up and down the arm stretched across me, sighing with pleasure as he scoots closer and buries his face in my neck, his beard scratching against my skin.

“That was…” I can’t think of a word to adequately describe it.

Apparently, he doesn’t need me to. “Yeah,” he grunts.

I keep looking up at the ceiling, processing the day, until he groans and flops onto his back. I glance at him, not sure I like the space between us. Before I can decide if I should do anything about it, he’s hauling me on top of him so that I’m plastered all down his front.

I settle in with a sigh, soaking in his warmth and resting my head on one of his pecs. I draw little hearts on his other one, my eyes lowering to half-mast as I start to truly relax.

“Thank you for making a really terrible day not quite so terrible.”

He snorts,his whole body moving, and he palms the back of my head, scratching at my scalp in a way that makes me want to purr like Carla. “You’re welcome.”

We’re silent for a little while, and I’m surprised when he breaks it.

“I thought it would be awful having someone else in my space, but it hasn’t been too bad, I guess.”

It’s my turn to laugh, lightly slapping at his chest. “Gee, thanks.”

He pinches my ass. “You know what I mean.”

I guess I do. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable he must have been when he first brought me home, being so used to being on his own and then having a stranger invading his space. Just makes me that much more grateful.

“What do you think you’ll do now?” he asks, tugging the quilt up over us when I shiver.

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