Page 27 of Cold Snap
“Tell me, baby. I need to hear I didn’t hurt you.”
“You…you didn’t hurt me.” It ends on a little whine that causes the beast to stir inside of me.
“Are you turned on? Do you need me to make it better?”
“Yes.” It’s soft, but I can hear it clearly.
I can’t fight the urge to lean forward and bury my nose in her warmth any longer. If she had been sore, I would have kissed her little pussy and put her to bed while I held her in my arms,but with that one word, I’ve been unleashed. No, unleashed isn’t the right word. She holds me in her hands. She has the power to control me with just a soft cry or a breathy request. She has the power to bring me to my knees, ownership over me…because she has my heart!
I give her a little lick and then another and another until she’s mewling under me and her hips are dancing over my face.
“Please!”
I don’t make her ask again. I set to work to devour her, making her cry out my name and lose the shyness she had before. By the second orgasm, she is grinding her pretty pussy on my face and begging me to slip my dick in her. I stand and lift her, but instead of taking her over to the bed, I sit with her in my lap.
“Why are you not…? Why are we…?”
I loosen my belt and undo my pants, watching her face as I take my cock out. “I want you to ride me, angel. I want you to sink down on my cock and tell me how fast or slow you want to go. You’re in control, baby. All you.”
Her eyes light up, and she licks her lips as though I’ve just handed her something tasty. She looks from my cock to my eyes. “How…um…?”
I help her lower herself down on me, showing her how she can rub herself on me to lube my cock up enough that the descent is easy and smooth. At first, she goes slow - heart-stoppingly slow - gasping as she takes the tip into her tight body, but after a couple of inches and me licking at her nipples, shestarts picking up her pace and finding her rhythm. So much so that my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I have trouble not sending my hips up to meet her thrust for thrust.
I remind myself that this is for her. I want her to be empowered and understand how much control she has, not just in this situation but over me as well. I want her to understand…I love her.
Her fingers sink into my shoulders as she swivels her hips and takes the entire length of my dick. I wrap my hands around the bare globes of her ass as I pick up the rhythm when she starts to lose it, the closer she gets to her climax.
“Oh God! Oh GOD! Oh, Land!”
I work my cock so I hit her G-spot every time I push inside of her and drag myself out. I never leave her little body completely. It's going to be a long time before I leave her, knowing how close I came to losing her.
“I love you, Teresa. I love you, and you can run if you want. I’ll always follow after you. I’ll chase you all the way around the world if I have to.”
“I…I don’t want to run anymore. I love…I love you too. Oh, Land, I’m…I’m cumming.”
Her head drops back, and her pussy tightens up around me as her thighs start to tremble around me. I keep my strokes deep and strong as she falls apart in my arms. She milks my cock as she moans my name, and it’s all too much for me to fight against. I do just what I told her I would…I follow her and cum with her.
Chapter Twenty
Teresa
Hours later, we finally make it to the bed. I’ve dozed off and on as we’ve lain and talked and learned more about each other. It’s kind of hard to believe that everything I’ve wanted for years has finally come true. I never really thought I would ever be here.
When I tell Land he laughs and shows me again how real this is. A nagging worry sits in the back of my mind -what will this be like when we go back? We’re in our own little world now, but will he still be this affectionate when other people are around? Do I need him to show me how much I mean to him even when we’re in front of, say, my dad or brother? I think I do. I think it’s going to be very important to me.
“What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours, sweetheart?”
I hesitate. I don’t want to tell him and make him feel forced into doing what should come naturally, and I don’t want him pretending to be something he’s not. If this thing is going to work between us, then I want him to be who he really is.
“I was wondering what, um, exactly couples do together. I’ve never really dated, and you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted. What if you find out I’m not really the person you want to bewith? I'm pretty boring, really. I read and hang out with Oakley. That's all.”
“Baby, I’ve watched you turn into this amazing person from afar. I don’t want that distance between us anymore. I don’t want to be someone you just dream about. I want to be someone you live and love with.”
“Live with?” I push up off him, but don't go far.
“I was hoping, maybe, you would think about maybe moving in with me.”
“Move in? Live with you? You want me to move in with you?”
