Page 14 of Melting the Grump
"My turn," I murmur, reaching for his jeans.
Together we rid him of the remaining barriers between us. I help him shimmy out of his jeans and boxers, revealing him fully to my hungry gaze. When he springs free, thick and hard, I wrap my fingers around him, relishing his sharp intake of breath, the way his eyes close briefly at my touch.
His skin is velvet over steel, hot and pulsing in my hand. I stroke him from base to tip, learning his shape, his size, what makes his hips buck involuntarily. A bead of moisture forms at the tip, and I swipe my thumb across it, using the wetness to ease my movements. His hands fist in the blankets, tendons standing out in his forearms as he struggles to maintain control.
"Abigail," he groans as I stroke him, my grip firm but gentle, my pace deliberately teasing. "You're killing me."
Desire pools between my thighs as I shift my position, aligning our bodies. The head of his cock brushes against my entrance. Our eyes lock as I slowly, inch by exquisite inch, take him inside me.
I feel every ridge, every vein as he fills me, my body yielding to accommodate his size. When he's fully seated, we both pause, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of our bodies joined.
I begin to move, rising until he nearly slips free before sinking back down, taking him deep. Scott's hands guide me, sometimes slowing my pace when sensation threatens to overwhelm, sometimes urging me faster when the pleasure builds too insistently to deny.
The firelight catches the sheen of sweat on his chest, turns his eyes to molten sapphire as he watches where our bodies connect. I follow his gaze, mesmerized by the sight of him disappearing inside me. The barn fills with the sounds of our pleasure—my soft moans, his deeper groans, the wet sounds of our bodies moving together, the crackle of the fire beside us.
I lean forward, changing the angle, and we both gasp at the new sensation. The position allows him to hit a spot deep inside that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as he plants his feet on the floor and thrusts up to meet each of my downward movements.
Our bodies move together in perfect rhythm, as if we've been lovers for years. His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, gripping my hips, sliding down to where we're joined to circle my clit with his thumb. Each touch ratchets the pleasure higher, building toward a peak that promises to be even more intense than the first.
"Scott," I moan, feeling a second climax building rapidly. The tension coils tighter, my inner muscles beginning to flutter around him. "I need—"
"I know, sweetheart," he murmurs against my neck, one hand sliding between our bodies to where we're joined. His fingers find my sensitive center, circling in perfect counterpoint to our rhythm. "Come for me again. Let me feel you."
His touch, combined with the fullness of him inside me and the raw intimacy of his gaze, pushes me over the edge once more. I shatter around him, crying out as pleasure overtakes me in waves more powerful than before. My inner muscles clench rhythmically around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat as he struggles to maintain control.
With a fluid movement that speaks of controlled strength, he flips our positions, covering my body with his without breaking our connection.
His thrusts become deeper, more purposeful, as he chases his own release. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly closer, my hands mapping the strong planes of his back, feeling the flex and release of muscle with each powerful movement. His skin is slick with sweat, his breathing ragged against my ear.
The blankets beneath us bunch and shift with our movements, the fire beside us casting our joined shadows against the barn wall. I run my hands down his back to his ass, feeling the muscles clench with each thrust, urging him deeper, harder.
"Abigail," he groans, his rhythm faltering as he approaches the edge. His movements become erratic, more desperate, his control slipping. "I can't hold back—"
"Don't," I urge, pulling him down for a deep, consuming kiss. My tongue mimics the movement of our bodies, tasting him, claiming him as he claims me. "Let go. I want to feel you."
With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release, my name a prayer on his lips as he pulses inside me.
Outside, the storm has softened to gentle snowfall, the earlier fury spent much like our own. In the distance, I can hear the occasional creak of the barn settling, the soft patter of snow against the roof, the whisper of wind through cracks in the old wood.
But here, wrapped in Scott's arms, I feel only peace.
"I've never felt like this before," I admit softly, tracing patterns on his chest with my fingertips, following the light dusting of hair downward before climbing back up again.
His hand comes up to capture mine, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss that feels almost more intimate than what we've just shared. "Like what?"
"Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." I look up, finding his eyes in the dimming firelight. In them, I see something that makes my heart clench with unexpected emotion. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."
Something vulnerable flashes across his face, softening the usual hard lines of his expression.
"You're more than enough, Abigail." His arms tighten around me, as if afraid I might slip away. "You're everything I didn't know I was looking for."
The simple honesty in his voice touches something deep inside me, something that's been searching far longer than I've been in Whitetail Falls.
"I've always been so careful," he continues, his voice a low rumble I feel against my cheek. "So terrified of losing control, of making mistakes like my father. But with you..." He pauses, seeming to search for words. "With you, it feels like freedom, not a trap."
I press a kiss to his chest, right above his heart. "Maybe some things are meant to be, despite all our careful planning."
"Maybe," he agrees, his fingers combing gently through my tangled curls. "Or because of it. We had to be exactly who we are to find each other."
