Page 14 of Once Upon a Frosty Winter

She chuckles. “No.”

“I don’t believe you.” I pout.

“How about a drink?” she offers. “You look like you need it.”

“Sure,” I agree. “What do you have?”

“Only the best gin you’ll ever have.”

I arch a brow at her. “Just because I’m not a native to the town, doesn’t mean I’ve never had Southern Brother’s Brewing.”

“So you agree?”

“Absolutely.”

“Already scoring higher points.” I know she’s only trying to get under my skin, and dammit to hell if it isn’t working.

She pours me a drink, and when she hands it to me, I offer it up in a toast. “To outperforming all before me.”

“Hear! Hear!” She clinks her glass against mine, and then we both take a sip.

Hilda places her glass on the minibar. “Are you clean?”

Direct as always. “Yes. Birth control?”

“Yes.” She slowly removes her clothing, her eyes never leaving mine. Her composure is kept in place, unfazed by standing before me completely nude. Pure confidence.

I follow her lead. When I’m fully undressed, she walks up to me and runs her fingertips along my collarbone. She takes her time trailing them down my chest. My dick is fully erect and practically begging for her to give him attention. But I remain patient and still, allowing her to get there in her own time. Her finger is gentle as it runs down my length, making my entire body shudder at her touch. She looks up at me through her long eyelashes, and I can’t resist any longer.

I lean forward and press my lips against hers. Our kiss starts out tentative and tender but quickly turns into demanding and filled with urgency. Her tongue slides between my lips, and I eagerly welcome it. The warmth of her soft and delicate body against mine excites me further. I lead her backward to sit on the bed.

With her seated, I spread her knees wide to give myself access to her. I have to taste her first. I drop to my knees and look up at her for permission. “May I?”

She nods, but apparently I’m not fast enough, because her fingers wrap around my hair and guide me to where she needs me. I flatten my tongue against her opening and lick up to her clit. Then I flick and swirl my tongue around it, alternating between sucking and kissing until it’s swollen and she’s dripping with arousal. Her fingers tighten their hold, so I insert my tongue inside her. Hilda’s hips buck against my face, chasing her need for release.

I hold two fingers up and pull back enough to say, “Suck.”

Her lips part, and I shove them deep into her mouth. I need them lubricated, but I’m also mildly curious about her gag reflex. I pull them out of her mouth and then push them into her entrance, and we both moan. I can’t wait to replace my fingers with my dick. She’s so tight and warm.Fuck.I dive my tongue back between her legs, pumping my fingers into her and licking her clit. Hilda makes the sweetest sounds of pleasure. Those noises alone are about to make me come on my own damn thigh.

Hilda slides off the bed to my lap. “I need you. Now,” she pants.

“Who am I to tell a beautiful woman no?”

“Good answer.”

“Back on the bed. On your knees,” I demand.

I keep one foot on the floor and prop the other on the bed. I position Hilda’s behind in front of me and easily slide between her folds.

Heaven.

I won’t last long, but thankfully she’s already almost there. I become ravenous for her, thrusting hard and fast as she tightens around me and presses back into me. And then… I’m spilling everything I have into her. We both collapse on the bed.

“I need to go get cleaned up,” she says between breaths.

“I can get you something.”

“No. I need to pee anyway.”

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