Page 68 of Snowed in with the Single Dad

I gripped the sheets, my knuckles turning white, as he licked and sucked anything he could get his mouth on. I was glad the girls were out of the house, because biting the pillow was the only way I could keep myself from screaming.

“Shit, Skye, you taste incredible.”

“Keep going,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Never,” he muttered.

I had no idea what he was doing, or where he learned to do it, but I had never experienced a climax like that in my life. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. The room was spinning and I thought I might black out. My entire body was pulsing, throbbing with pleasure as electricity shot through me from head to toe.

I collapsed onto the bed, completely breathless and unaware of my surroundings. All I knew was that I was with Owen, and I was completely safe and satisfied. He lowered himself on top of me, and pushed my hair away from my neck.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

His mouth met my skin again before I had time to respond, and I let myself enjoy every last second of it. His body was heavy and hot against mine, but I didn’t care. He felt like a warm blanket. The most perfect blanket that had ever been created. I slowly blinked my eyes open to see him watching me.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced,” I finally had the breath to tell him.

“We’re not done yet,” he whispered.

He lifted himself up, pulled my hips into the air again, and plunged himself inside of me, all in one swift motion it seemed. I pushed up onto my elbows, and he reached around to grab my breasts as he pressed himself further and further inside.

Despite themanytimes he had been inside me in the last twelve hours or so, I was still surprised at how well he could fill me up. It was never painful or uncomfortable. Just the right amount to make me consider ditching the toys I had at home.

He grabbed my hips and rocked me back and forth on my hands and knees. He grunted and groaned as he moved, and I could tell he was getting close. I didn’t want to prolong his satisfaction, but I also wasn’t ready to be finished.

I pushed back and lifted myself so that I was sitting on his lap, with his pulsing erection still inside me. He grabbed my breast with one hand, and the other slid down between my legs, just as I hoped it would.

His finger slid up and down as I gently rocked my hips, and within just a short moment, both of us were riding the wave of pleasure once again.

“Skye, oh fuck, Skye,” he said as he exploded inside of me.

I gasped and moaned as his fingers continued working, and then we fell onto the bed, a mess of limbs and sweat. He rolled toward me and kissed me gently before closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. I did the same, and we spent the rest of the morning wrapped in each other’s arms once again.

23

OWEN

That afternoon, Skye and I finally emerged from our sex den. At least, that’s what she was calling it. I personally wasn’t too fond of the name. A quick shower and some clean clothes reminded us that we were not here alone. In fact, we had families who were probably wondering where we had been all this time.

Skye made her way over to her family’s chalet, albeit reluctantly, and I promised I would join her soon. She wasn’t sure if we should arrive together, so I stayed back and had a few moments to myself.

Of course, the only thing on my mind was Skye and all of the things I still hadn’t gotten to do to her yet. But eventually, my mind wandered to Rachel. Skye was the first woman I had been with since her, and though it had been years, I still wasn’t sure what she would think about it.

I was reminded of a night, just a few weeks before she passed away, that we laid in bed together, enjoying all of the diminishing moments we had left.

She was weak and always cold, so the bed was piled high with blankets. Being touched caused her immense pain at that point, so I tried to get as close as I could without actually touching her. Just as I thought she had finally fallen asleep after a long day of nurse visits and talking with specialists, she turned her head to me and opened her eyes.

“Owen,” she said, her voice cracking and dry.

“What is it? Do you need some water?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks. I just—I wanted to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

“What do you mean?”

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