Page 59 of Winter's End

WINTER

Ifloated in the in-between state of unconsciousness and waking, my body molded into the comfort of my cotton sheets and nestled into my downy feather pillows. When I was about to drift back into the unconscious side for a little while longer, a hot, wet tongue lazily flicked against my clit in the most delicious way.

As I moaned, the tongue gently circled around me before a soft set of lips latched onto it, sucking and nuzzling until my entire core was a gushing geyser of need.

My hands reached around in the dark, landing on Travis’ bobbing head as he flattened his tongueto lick me fully; his fingers traced the outline of my pussy before opening me up to spear me with his talented tongue.

I couldn’t tell you how long he’d been pleasuring me—I didn’t even know somnophilia was his thing—I just knew I was seconds from coming all over his chin.

He spread my thighs wider, went back to sucking on my clit, and thrust two fingers inside of me, curling them into my favorite spot. My back bowed off the bed in response, but he held me down, forcing me to accept his ministrations, unable to get away from the building sensation in my lower belly.

Maybe it was because I was already so relaxed, or maybe it was because Travis really was a seasoned pro at making me come, but the uncomfortable burn of needing to pee rocketed through me before a literal dam broke, soaking his face and my sheets. The orgasm ripped a scream from my throat and unbridled pleasure swept through my entire body. My ears rung and my heart pounded like it wanted out of my chest.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Travis said breathily as he lapped up what he could of my cum. “You’ve never squirted for me before, beautiful. But fuck me if that’s not going to be my mission from now on.”

A euphoric smirk overtook my face in the dark, and with what little strength I had left, I pulled him up over my body and kissed him, tasting myself all over his lips.

He groaned into my mouth, and his erection dug into my belly. I continued to kiss him while sliding my hand down between us. I guided his hard cock into my swollen pussy. He stilled when he was all the way in. When he cupped my cheek in his palm, his eyes, visible through the dim light, were soft and bright, full of warmth.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered into his hand.

He kissed my forehead tenderly before pulling out and slowly thrusting back into me. I arched into him, eager to feel him everywhere. He continued the tortuous languid strokes, kissing me so deeply that I had no breath in my lungs, but I refused to come up for air. There wasn’t an atom of space between us. Our bodies fused together, so many words passing through without a single one being spoken.

The sex took a desperate turn; his thrusts became ruts and his pace quickened to the point of frantic. I matched his every move and writhed on his dick like the world was about to end. Like it was our last chance to make each other come.

I bit and nipped his neck and his chest, my hands gripping his biceps so hard I knew I’d leave a mark as he pounded a permanent imprint into my mattress. My body was tight as a bowstring, the pressure building to the point of no return.

The tension broke like a popped balloon; I cried out his name while my body deflated until all that was left was a pile of Jell-O bones and blood cells. Travis stuttered out his release and moaned my name into my hair.

I should have gotten up to pee; I should have moved him off of me, or at the very least, move out of the growing wet spot underneath my ass, but I was too sated to care.

Sunshine streaming through my windows woke me hours later. Travis was still curled around me.

Despite the burning need to pee—curse past me’s decisions—I stayed still, tracking the flutter of his eyelids as he remained lost in his dreams. The dark fan of eyelashes across his angular cheeks, the flop of his wavy dark hair over one side of his face, his long masculine fingers splayed across my belly in a possessive and protective way… Tingling warmth spread across my chest as I watched him.

I loved this man with my whole heart.

My chest constricted, and I worried my lip between my teeth. He was holding it all together, despite another unwanted shift in his relationship with his uncle.

As if he sensed my eyes on him, his lips curled into a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful.” His raspy, croaky man voice did funny things to my insides. “Ready for today?”

My tingles turned to riotous butterflies.

“No.” I groaned and shifted Travis off of me to escape to the bathroom. From the open door, I complained, “I was having perfectly good thoughts, and you ruined them.”

“I’m sorry,” he called out from the bed. His sleepy voice indeed sounded chagrined. “Let’s start over. How about I make you come again and we can forget your meeting with your parents today?”

I washed my hands and walked back into the bedroom. “Way to help me forget, HB.” I dubiously cocked an eyebrow at him. “And”—I looked at the time on the nightstand—“Shit! I’m supposed to be there in an hour. I’ve got to shower!”

Racing back into the bathroom, I threw myself into the cold-water spray, using soap to wash away the evidence of our pleasure. I didn’t enjoy cold showers, but today was going to be all sorts of uncomfortable, so I might as well make it a theme.

My hot boyfriend had the good sense to join me in the shower after the water heated up. He didn’t make a move, knowing how stressed I already was about the day, but he ran his fingers through my hair, helped me soap up, and relaxed me enough to halt my internal hyperventilating.

Dad had invited me to the house today for a family chat.“Things we need to discuss,”he’d said.

Given all the secrets I was hoarding like a dragon, the very thought of this discussion was giving me heart palpitations. I hoped he’d be the one doing the discussing, and I’d just listen long enough to get out of there intact.

Travis had offered to go with me, but he needed to work and even though I didn’t know exactly what the topics of conversation were going to be, I figured they wouldn’t be appropriate for an audience.

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