Page 20 of Winter's Kiss

His breathing turned heavy, and groans from his lips echoed against my ear, which only pushed me closer to another climax. A knot formed in my stomach. My body trembled when the efforts I had attempted to have failed and I screamed out in pleasure.

“YEEEEEESSS!” His hips rocked harder, faster, as I rode out my climax, covering him fully in my juices.

There was only a mere second before he lifted from me, my body a quick flip as he positioned me before him on my hands and knees. My body felt light. I attempted to look back at him when I felt him enter me from behind without mercy or delay. My body fell forward, lowered to my elbows as he gripped my hips and pulled me back into him with his violent thrust. It was as if he had let go, finally freed himself from whatever had been weighing him down. This was Rowland, a man of passion and ecstasy.

Our position lasted minutes before he brought me up against him. His firm hands covered my breast, his fingers pinched around my hard nipples. His thrust slowed, a slight dip in his movement as I curved my hips with his smooth moves. He ran one hand down the front of my body, curved it between my thighs, his fingers a quick tease of my clit. What was he doing to me? Another climax neared, built within the depth of my stomach.

I fought to hold it back, my efforts short-lived as I fell forward to my hands with a shake of my body. He leaned over me, his lips a hard kiss on the back of my shoulder.

I had wanted to be with him in this way the first time we messed around, yet as I felt the power of his skilled body, I knew it was worth the wait.

He pulled from me once again. I turned to face him once more. He moved to the top of the bed, his back against the headboard with his beautiful eyes locked to mine. There were no words that needed to be said. I climbed to him, straddled him with my body and slowly lower down onto his cock.

I pushed my legs around him, my arms wrapped around his neck while my fingers moved up the back of his hair. Our eyes remained locked as he let me take control of him, let me take all I wanted from him. My hips glided with a slow and gentle motion, my walls parted to the girth of his manhood, tightened to hold him deep within. He lifted his hips as I ground down on him. My swollen clit rubbed against him, his head pressed against my edge.

His eyes glazed over, and I knew he was close. I prepared myself for him to lift me from him, for him to push me back, but he didn’t. I continued my rhythm faster with the same steady motion. The heaviness in our breathing, and the moans and groans that escaped our lips were all that could be heard. Our bodies were hot and glistened in sweat as they rubbed against each other.

His muscular arms wrapped around my frame and pulled me closer, his back lifted from the headboard as his body lifted. My breast pressed firmly against his chest; his hands lowered to my ass.

I kept our bodies close, tight, as he pushed and pulled my pelvic faster. Then it happened. Rowland let out a loud moan as I felt him pulsate within me.

My hips continued until I had every drop he released; my lips curved to a smile as he looked up at me with a heaviness in his breathing. He brought his hands up to my wet back, pressed his hand hard against the back of my neck, and crashed his lips against mine. Our kiss was short but enthusiastic.

That night I lay next to him; my head rested on his chest while my arm draped over his naked torso. I listened to him sleep, the peacefulness of his breathing. Would he ask me to stay? Did he even want me to? The idea of leaving him now scared me more than when I headed out on my own into the unknown. How could I walk away from him? Live my life knowing he was out in the world, but not with me?

I would have no choice. I told myself. My gaze lifted briefly to him. I would accept what he wanted or didn’t. I would take everything I had experienced with him as a magical moment in my life that I would forever cherish. He had woken me up and showed me that life was full of such wonderful adventures. I didn’t need to fear the world or spread my wings. I needed to trust myself, no matter the pain that might come with such an action.

“Are you watching me sleep?” I smiled at his sudden question. I thought of lying, not answering him, when his eyes opened slowly and gazed at me.

“I was just thinking,” I answered before I could stop myself. His fingers glided lightly down my arm, then back up, sending a shiver through my body.

“Anything I can help with?” Anything he could help with? I repeated his question to myself with a pause. Should I just tell him? Ask him directly? I became nervous, worried any comment could influence his desires.

“Just about the drive,” I replied softly. I lied. With a slow shift, I lowered my head back to his chest, his hand pressed around my shoulder. Did he believe me? Who knew? But I couldn’t tell him the truth. I feared losing him. Losing whatever we had between us.

Twelve

The following morning, I woke with an emptiness in me and in bed. With a quick lift, I held the blanket over my breast, his scent hitting me like a brick. My eyes closed; tears threatened to break loose at the thought of what was to come. I could say I didn’t feel well, give me a few more days. Nobody said I had to leave right away, right? The thought made me scoff at myself. My eyes lifted at the sound of the shower in the distance.

I moved from the bed, my steps slow, light. The chill from the cabin brushed over my naked body, my nipples hard within seconds. I glanced at Tucker, who lay in the distance, with a calm glance in my direction. Without a word, I continued my movements and pushed the bathroom door open from its crack. My gaze lifted to find him, with his back toward me, in the shower, steam filling the room.

I couldn’t help myself but stand and stare at him, taking in the beauty of his body. The firmness of his ass, the flex of his muscles as he ran his hands through his soaked hair. I took a few steps in his direction and paused just outside the door. I would be brave. I would take every second with him I could, I convinced myself before I stepped through the glass door.

My eyes fell to his tattoo, the angel wing on his right shoulder blade. He loved her, genuinely loved her. He had been forced to say goodbye to her, forced to live his life without her. Suddenly, my eyes closed as tears formed in them. Was this my force? Was I supposed to say goodbye to him? I couldn’t help but wonder, even though I knew to compare me leaving town and her dying. His tragedy was far worse.

When I opened my eyes, my gaze found his. He had turned to face me. Did he know I struggled with this? Could he see it planted on my face? Rowland lifted his hand and brushed his thumb along my cheek with a slight tilt of his head. His touch was gentle, a fact you wouldn’t think about when you first looked at him. My lips curved into a slight smile.

Again, without words, Rowland moved closer to me, his hand sliding along the side of my neck as he leaned forward. Our lips pressed together; I closed my eyes with his touch. My hands lifted and draped around his neck while he descended to my ass. With a quick squeeze, I felt my feet leave the slick floor. My legs instantly wrapped around him as my back hit the wall.

Our lips continued their powerful dance, our tongues a fight for dominance when my pelvic lowered with a slight tilt and I welcomed him once again, deep, between my folds. My lips broke from his without want, unable to keep the moans he tore from me. There was no gentleness, no calm thrust. He was raw; he was powerful; he was pleasure.

My body jerked up, and against the wall with each pump he made. My hands gripped at his shoulders, as though I worked to climb him. His hands squeezed against my ass, pulling me with a hard force into him as he jabbed forward. Where was this last night? I couldn’t help but wonder, wish for. A knot formed in my stomach; my mouth closed to a bite of his ear to fight a scream. He groaned against my ear; my head lifted at my body’s explosion.

“FUUUUUUCK!” He never stopped, never slowed. My body jerked as I rode my climax, coating him. He let out a groan, another when his hips rocked forward and stopped. I felt him again, pulsating with his release.

Rowland lifted his head, our glossed-over gazes meeting. He continued to hold me; his body remained between my thighs. There was something in his eyes. Could it have been conflicting? I wished and waited for him to say something, to ask me to stay when he returned me to my feet. His finger brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and a quick smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

Our moment was ruined by the sudden barking of Tucker in the front of the cabin.

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