Page 67 of Mine For The Winter

But he was noticing now. Taking in the soft swell of her breasts. The nipped in waist. The hips that he wanted to dig his fingers into as he took her.

“No. I’m not going to undress you.”

Kelly’s smile disappeared. For the first time she looked unsure.

“I want you to undress yourself. For me.” He pushed himself off her, letting her wriggle from underneath him.

“Is that right?” she asked.

“Yep.” For some reason he needed her to take the lead. Not just because watching her peel her clothes off would be hot – though that was reason enough. He needed her to be going into this with her eyes wide open. He’d been an asshole to her before. This time he was going to make sure she had the power.

She stepped off the bed, a smile playing at her lips. Then she pulled off her sweater, revealing pale skin and a black lace bra.

“You like?” she asked him.

“I love.”

Her lip quirked. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling the straps down her arms.

And her breasts. Fucking perfection. Full and yet not too full. His mouth dropped open, his hard-on almost painful as he took them in.

“Come here,” he whispered.

“Not yet.”

She unbuttoned her jeans, her eyes still on him, shimmying them down her hips and letting them fall to the floor.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, the woman he’d dreamed of. The woman he’d avoided.

The woman who was always his fucking destiny no matter how hard he’d fought it. Wearing tiny black panties and the smile that always haunted his dreams. Looking at him like he was some kind of god.

He slid from the bed onto his knees, reached for those perfect hips, and curled his palms around them. Pulling her close, he buried his face in her thighs, feeling their warmth, their softness. The damp patch on the scant fabric where they met.

“Kris…”

He yanked at the lace, leaning back as he pulled them down. Kelly’s fingers curled into his hair, as though to steady herself as his knuckles met the floor and he pulled her panties off one foot at a time.

“Take your clothes off now.”

“Not yet.” If he took his clothes off the urge to be inside of her would be too strong. Almost unignorable. And he wanted to ignore it, because she was here and naked in front of him. He needed to savor her. To tease her.

To taste her.

And he did, slicking his tongue along her seam. Kelly let out a gasp, her fingers digging into his scalp as he prised her legs open further, pushing his face into her, tasting the sweet musk of her need. His tongue found the swollen part of her that it needed, playing with her, teasing her until she was calling out his name.

He could do this forever. Lick her and hear her gasps. Touch her and feel her legs tremble. She was still clinging to his head, her breath tight and rapid, her thighs pressed against his cheeks, as he slowly slid his fingers inside of her until her whole body tightened around him.

“Kris…”

Yeah, that’s it, beautiful girl. Say my name. Scream it.He wrapped his lips around her, sucking her in. Her body tightened around his fingers, fluttering and pulling him in.

And then everything snapped. Her thighs clamped against him, her body gripped his fingers like they never wanted to let go, as she let out a high, keening cry. He sucked her, curled his fingers inside of her. Did everything he could to prolong the pleasure until she collapsed and he caught her, carrying her to the bed.

“Oh my God.” Her eyes were wide. Shocked. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

He half-smiled, still tasting her on his tongue. “In that case, I should warn you. That was just a teaser.”

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