Page 53 of Tempting Promises
She adjusts her hips and then gasps. “Oh, God.”
My fingers tighten around her hips, and I hit that same spot.
Charlotte shudders.
“Don’t move. I’m going to make you come.”
I do it again, her breath hitches and I know she’s close. I press my thumb against her clit and hold the pressure there as my dick hits that spot inside of her.
Her entire body locks as she screams my name over and over, her cunt is milking me as her orgasm takes her. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I have to hold onto my control as my own release is looming. Watching her like this, seeing her in the throes of passion is too much.
I need to come. I need to mark her as she just did me and I can’t hold back.
“I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t stop!” she moans.
“Inside or out?” I ask, using the last bit of my sanity.
“Out.”
“Fuck!” I scream, pulling out and painting her breasts and stomach with my seed, as I pump my cock, pulling every drop of pleasure I have, giving it to her.
I drop down on my forearms, struggling to catch my breath.
Charlotte takes my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. “Now who lost control?”
Only she would try to gain back her power immediately. I smirk. “I think the question we really need to ask is: who lost it first?”
She glares, and I kiss her and tell myself it was to stop her from answering, but it’s not, it’s because I need to.
And isn’t that a kick in the nuts?
The two of us pretty much passed out as soon as we cleaned up, which had been fucking fun with no running water. I had to get ice and melt it by the fire. Thankfully, the owners of the cabin had a few pots and supplies in the kitchen area.
She wiggles against my dick, still mostly asleep, and tightens her arm as she gets closer.
I know we don’t like each other much, but she sure loves me in her sleep.
With as much as I’d like to let her stay snuggled against me, I need to add more wood to the fire before it burns out. The last thing I can have is that. I’ll never find more tinder now.
The sleet hasn’t let up, and the temperature has definitely dropped more, making the outside even more unbearable.
I doubt we’ll even be able to use the outhouse now.
I brush her dark brown hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and then trail my fingertips down her back. “Charlotte,” I say softly.
She smiles in her sleep, and I fight back a laugh. She’d fucking die if she knew she did that.
“You need to wake up so I can take care of the fire,” I tell her, rubbing my noseagainst hers.
Her lips part, and she moves closer. “Kiss me,” she mutters.
I’m not sure if she’s awake or dreaming, but before I can try to wake her again, she brings her mouth to mine.
Slowly, I part her lips, causing her to gasp as her arms tighten around me. I lick inside her mouth, toying with her tongue. This isn’t like the kisses from last night, which were frantic and had a hint of anger.
