Page 34 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

“Can we stop?” I don’t even realize I have said it until Trevor pauses.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it feels good, it feels so good. And that’s what hurts.”

Trevor kisses my spine. “I’ll stop. I’ll go.”

He slides out of me. I’ve never felt so empty.

“No!” I grab his hand and keep it pressed to my chest. “No, you can’t go. I just need…”

I can’t put what I need into words. So, I justdo.

Lacing my fingers with Trevor’s, I stare into his eyes. Between us are all the memories, all the moments. And for a second, I forget about the past six months.

That second is long enough to change the entire tenor of this night.

It was supposed to be carnage, anger, and lust. Now my chest tightens with the love we shared, the hope of a life together, thesafety.

I kiss him. Soft and short at first. Then deeper and deeper until I’m pressing my chest up against his, urging him backward. Step by step, he goes until he runs up against the bed.

“Sit,” I huff against his lips.

Trevor listens, guides himself down onto the bed.

I straddle his lap and press a forceful, trembling kiss to his lips.

His fingers dig into my hips, harsh enough to hurt, but right now, it’s the best feeling in the world.

He needs me. For a moment.

Forever.

I toss out that single, dangerous word by grabbing his cock and point it upward.

Trevor does not resist and allows me to drop down onto his hardness inch by inch.

The room is so still and silent except for the shaky breath we continue exchanging back and forth.

“Iris…” Trevor whispers.

“I’ve missed you.” It slips out. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.

“I know. Me too. I– Why did you have to leave?”

I clench my center around him.

Trevor groans into my neck, but he does not forget his question. “Why did you have toleaveme like that?”

It’s a question that doesn’t have a good answer. At least, not at the moment. Because he knows why I decided to do what I did now. This question is bigger than the logistics, the reality. It’s spiritual, his heart sobbing.

So, I kiss him. I ride him, slow at first, welcoming him deeper and deeper.

Trevor uses his hands to guide my hips back and forth on him.

As pleasure builds, I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my face in his hair, and just breathe.

I could apologize, but it’s too complicated to explain right now when we’re both in the throes of a building orgasm.

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