Page 39 of Wynter's Second Chance

Every inch of him felt new, uncharted, and I wanted to explore it all. My hands roamed over his chest, his sides, his hips, learning the shape of him, the way he reacted to every touch. His breath hitched when my lips found the column of his neck, and he arched slightly, pressing into me.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured against his skin, and the soft flush that crept up his neck was enough to undo me.

He let out a quiet laugh, breathless and shaky. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

“You can say it later.” I kissed the hollow of his throat, savoring the way he shivered. “Right now, I just want you to feel how much I love you.”

His hands gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging in as he pulled me closer. “I already do.”

The confession was a whisper, a promise, and I knew I’d spend every moment from now on proving to him just how much he meant to me.

Wynter’s breath came in shallow gasps as my hands explored the curve of his waist, the strong lines of his chest under the snug fabric of his henley. I tugged the hem, giving him a questioning look. He nodded, his eyes wide but full of trust.

Slowly, I pulled the shirt up and over his head, letting my fingers skim his skin as it was revealed. He shivered under my touch, his muscles tightening. I let my hands linger, tracing the faint scars and freckles scattered across his body like a map of his life.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, leaning down to press my lips to his collarbone.

A shaky laugh escaped him. “Perfect? I’m not sure about that.”

“You don’t have to be sure.” I kissed a path to the center of his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath my lips. “I’m sure enough for both of us.”

His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, and I let myself sink into him, the warmth of his skin, the way he fit so perfectly against me. I took my time, letting my kisses and touches grow more deliberate, more assured. His breaths turned into soft, almost soundless moans, and I swallowed each one like it was a gift.

The moment my fingers brushed the waistband of Wynter's pajama pants, I paused, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I searched his face for any sign of reluctance, but instead, he arched his hips upward. It was a wordless invitation that sent a jolt of anticipation zipping through my veins.

Gently, almost reverently, I slid the soft fabric down. As more of him came into view, the sight stole my breath away. He twitched under my intense scrutiny and a rosy blush spread across his cheeks.

"God...you're breathtaking," I murmured huskily against his skin, pressing a trail of kisses to the neat thatch of hair on his groin. I swiped the length of his shaft with my tongue.

His body shivered beneath mine as I took him in my mouth. His head fell back against the pillow with a low moan that vibrated through me like a melody. My name spilled from his lips in ragged whispers and each sound he made only spurred me on further.

I let myself get lost in the sensation; the velvety feel of him against my tongue, the salty taste that was uniquely Wynter, the musky scent that filled my senses. His hands tangled in my hair as he guided me rhythmically; slow and deep then fast and shallow. I was already craving more of him.

Our eyes locked and there it was—raw desire mirrored back at me from those stormy blue-green orbs. "Taran..." He gasped out between ragged breaths, "Don't stop..."

Every gasp, every moan became our shared language—an erotic symphony filling the room with its intensity.

I licked and sucked, licked and sucked, driving him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Tar… Taran, if you don’t stop… I’m gonna come.”

I slowly released his dick from my mouth one inch at a time until it was all out with a pop.

“You okay?” I murmured.

He tilted his head down, meeting my gaze. “Better than okay,” he said softly. But there was something in his expression—a flicker of uncertainty. He hesitated before speaking again. “I, um… I’ve never really thought about… roles.”

The words came out carefully, like he wasn’t sure how I’d take them. I smiled, crawling up to him and then leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “That’s okay. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.”

His lips quirked into a half-smile. “I know, but… it’s been on my mind. I guess I’ve always imagined what it would be like to… you know… be with you. And when I thought about it, I saw myself…” He trailed off, his cheeks coloring.

“Topping me,” I finished for him, a teasing edge to my voice. His eyes widened slightly, and I laughed softly. “Wyn, it’s okay. You can say it.”

“I just… I’ve wanted that for so long,” he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. “Not because I thought it was the only way, but because I wanted to be the one to take care of you like that. To show you how much you mean to me.”

Something warm unfurled in my chest at his honesty. I cupped his face, brushing my thumb along his cheekbone.“You’ve always taken care of me, Wynter. In ways you probably don’t even realize.”

He leaned into my touch, his eyes searching mine. “What about you? What do you… prefer?”

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