Page 63 of A Very Snowed In New Year
“Holden!”
“You feel so good.”
“I like it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, stay there.”
“I’m going to.”
My left hand is squeezing her round ass cheek. Her breaths have become so ragged and her voice is getting hoarse. She groans. I don’t know if she’s ever groaned like this before, but I know I’m the first guy to make her groan—I just know it—and I like that. She starts clenching and releasing around my fingers.This is what your cock has to look forward to,my brain tells me.Get me in there now!my cock is yelling. Silky nectar spills out into my hand as she slowly moves up and down and around—testing out this feeling, I suppose, and she definitely likes it.
She reaches down, takes my left hand out from under her skirt, and presses it flat against her stomach. Encircling my wrist, she guides my hand up between her breasts, up the front of her neck, under her chin, and then she kisses the tip of my thumb and sucks it into her mouth.
Jeeee.
Zus.
Fuck.
Fuuuuck.
She takes my index and middle fingers into her mouth now, holds my hand with both of hers and slides my fingers in and out of her mouth the way I’m sliding the fingers of my right hand in and out of her pussy.
Her moans are otherworldly, and I am fascinated but I am also losing my fucking mind.
I don’t know what's happening to me, but it’s intoxicating.
I am so into this girl—I want to make her come and protect her and buy her a house, and I will ride dragons for her and star in a fucking rom-com if that’s what it takes to make her happy.
She gasps, as if realizing something. Releases my fingers from her mouth, looks down at me, and places both her hands on my chest. “Can I take this off?” she asks as she reaches for the bottom of my shirt.
“Thought you’d never ask.” I slide my fingers out of her slowly and raise my arms so she can pull my shirt up and over my head.
She tosses it aside and smooths her hands over my pecs and abs, my biceps, eyes wide and smiling like this is an even better present than the stuff I ordered from Amazon or the sandwich. All the overhead squats and mountain climbers and Russian twists andno refined or processed foodsI’ve endured for the past month have been worth it in this moment as she traces the outline of my abs with her fingertips. I just don’t know how much longer I can wait to slide on home.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, marveling at my upper body in awe.
Nobody has ever said that to me before. People have made that comment on my Instagram posts, of course, but this is the first time a woman has said that to me while looking at me like this. Really looking at me.
I slide two fingers up inside her again and curl them toward myself, finding her G-spot. Her eyes widen even more and then squeeze shut at the same time as she clenches her pussy. She arches her neck, her back and finally makes that sound I’ve been waiting for when I gently stroke her there—a deep, low groan. Sosexy and earthy, and there is still so much more I want to do for her. So many more ways I want to make her feel.
She raises her head again, slowly, like it’s heavy, as if she’s awakening from a dream. And she holds my gaze as she reaches between my legs. She looks surprised. Maybe a little scared by how big and hard I am for her. It’s deeply satisfying. But I don’t want her to be scared.
I slide my fingers out of her, drag the palm of my hand down the inside of her thigh, let her feel her own elixir on her skin. Then I cup her face with both hands, something I seem to want to do a lot—cup her face and drink her in. I devour her lips with mine, so she understands how much I want her, that the manhood beneath her hand is filled with desire forher.
She massages my erection over my jeans, then unbuttons and unzips them so fast I don’t even realize what’s happening. She reaches between my jeans and boxer briefs, stroking me. It is the best kind of torture. “Wow, it’s so big,” she says into my mouth.
“Don’t be scared, baby, okay?” I kiss along her jaw, kiss her neck, take her earlobe between my teeth. “We can wait until you’re ready.”
Her hand finds its way inside my underwear, and she gasps when she grips the shaft. “It’s so hot! Holden. Your skin ishot.”
“I burn for you,” I say into her ear. It isn’t until after I say it that I remember how every female I knew kept quoting “I burn for you” whenBridgertoncame out, and I don’t know who said it or if this is what they meant, but it’s not a line.
She exhales a little laugh, and I know she thinks I’m quoting a Netflix show now, so I say, “This is me wanting you, Piper. You tell me when you think you’re ready, but I think your body is ready, and I just want you.”
She stares down at my mouth and then down at my erection, and God help me, she licks her lips and swallows hard and then says, “I think I’m ready, Holden… Take me to the bedroom.”
