Page 25 of Snowbound Lovers
I suspect my enjoyment of Madison’s body doesn’t stop there, and with that thought, I drag my mouth with a pop from one of those pretty nipples. Little moans and squeaks that have been trickling from her lips stop abruptly.
“What the heck?” she accuses me with flashing eyes.
I chuckle. “Settle down, crazy lady. I’m just moving on here.” I reach down to unbutton her jeans, loosening them on her hips so I can tuck my hands into the back to cup her sweet ass cheeks. This woman is gorgeous, every single inch of her. Perfect.
Madison kicks off her shoes, then, dropping her feet to the floor, begins to shimmy her jeans down her legs. Reluctantly I have to remove my hands from her cute butt to allow her to kick them off. She wobbles, overbalancing on one foot, and I reach for her waist, saying, “I got you.” She giggles.
“If you’re able to stand on your feet for two seconds, I can strip too,” I tell her, and she jumps back, standing up straight, unaided. I quickly tug my jeans down, leaving my boxer shorts on to maintain some control; then I scoop her into my arms again. I struggle to hold on to my need to be inside her as she wriggles perched above my hard cock. So temptingly close. I lean down clumsily to pull back the covers on the bed, and she locks her lips to mine. Our tongues dueling as I slowly ease her down onto the soft mattress.
Stretching her legs wide, I wrap a palm around each of her calves, and she squeaks, “Ouchhh!”
“Sorry, are you okay?” I ask, releasing my hold on her instantly. Fuck, in my eagerness to connect with Madison more deeply, I’ve ended up hurting her. The last thing I would ever want to do.
She grabs at my arms, now braced on the bed on either side of her as I strain to hold my body up. “It’s okay … Really, please don’t stop,” she begs, squeezing my arms so tightly her nails dig in. “My calf muscles are just a little sore.”
Relief has the tension in my arms easing, and I drop to the side, my arm propping up my head so I can still read her expression. “Sorry, I’ll be gentle.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle.” She lifts her hips and slips the black lace panties off and my cock throbs painfully in response. Beautiful.
I move to kneel before her, unashamedly drooling at the sight of her damp folds fully exposed to me, and I’m lost. Rocked by the beauty before me. This amazing, fun woman who is offering me everything.
She stretches her legs straight and high on either side of my body, her hips tilting as she folds them to her chest.
A groan rumbles involuntarily from my mouth, having traveled from my balls through my tight chest before being vocalized. It’s a sound of appreciation that I couldn’t hold back, even if my life depended on it.
I struggle to drag my gaze from her inviting pussy.
“Nice flexibility,” I offer lamely, and I’m graced with one of Madison’s cheeky smiles, which makes my cock pulse in time with the thump of my heart.
I smile down at the vision of her, the way her soft brown curls are splayed on the crisp white pillow, her amber eyes dancing with flames of passion, her pink lips parted and slightly swollen from my kisses. She is truly stunning. A temptress.
I want to bury my face between her breasts again, but that can wait because I’m distracted by the nirvana that waits, eager for my attention. I drop a couple of soft kisses on her flat tummy and flick my tongue across her belly button before impatiently moving lower. I need to taste her sweet nectar. I need my mouth on her now. Her pussy glistens with her desire in the subdued lighting of the lamp.
I spread her folds gently apart with my thumbs, exposing her clit to my gaze. Her sexy mewls are back as I place several kisses on her inner thighs before stroking my tongue along the sensitive bundle of nerves and taking my first taste. Pure ambrosia. I run my tongue along the folds again, Madison’s gasps and soft moans telling me she likes what I’m doing.
She is dripping wet, and I’m a thirsty man. I circle my tongue over her clit, around and around, her incoherent mumblings driving my actions. As her moans rise, my tongue plays, flicking softly over her nub.
I’m relentless in my teasing, giving and then withholding my soft touches, until her hips writhe up, and she is begging for more, demanding I give her release. And I do.
My mouth covers her clit, and I suck lightly before filling her with my fingers. One, then two, then three.
I clamp my mouth down harder, and her hands clasp frantically against my head as she orgasms spectacularly, her pleasure trickling down my fingers.
I lick once more across her folds as she quietens, and a shiver ripples through her.
A heavy, satisfied sigh slips unheeded from my lips, and I grin. Something I’ve done more these last five days than I have in the last year.
I trail kisses as I inch my way back up her body. That was only her first orgasm. I have plans to deliver so much more enjoyment for both of us. When our faces are level, she places her hands on my jaw and kisses me. I know she can taste her release on my lips.
It seems to be firing her passion again as she reaches down to run her hand over my shaft. I leave her lips to quickly discard my boxer shorts.
She grins at me. “Three days it’s taken me to finally get you naked too. Revenge looks good from my angle.”
“I like your version of revenge …” I tell her, and the rest of my sentence is lost because I’m gritting my teeth, trying not to come in her hand, which is wrapped around my cock. Stroking me.
“Ah, Mads, if you keep doing that, things are going to get messy.”
“I like messy, but how about you grab a condom and we do something even better?” I roll to my other side to reach for a condom in the drawers beside the bed. Then, lying on my back, I quickly put it on.
