Page 10 of Winter's Kiss

I kneeled beside the couch, my gaze lowered down on his bare chest, the band of his night pants which peaked out under the top of the sheet. I had no idea what I was doing, yet I knew I couldn’t ignore what this man did to me. I knew I hardly knew him. That we had only just met. That he could be with someone. That one act could change everything.

I remained silent for over a minute, my hand lifted, my palm pressed lightly across his firm chest. He woke instantly. I jumped back, my hand quickly removed from his warm skin. Our stares connected, my breathing quickened, and my heart raced. I readied myself to return to his bed, alone, when he suddenly lifted.

His strong, callused hand moved around the nape of my neck. With a hard pull forward, our lips crashed against one another’s. It was then, at that moment, with that first kiss, that my body felt alive. I felt as though I was a new woman.

Six

Ihad never thought something could happen so quickly and yet feel as though I moved in slow motion until that night with him. The moment our lips connected, it felt like the entire world drifted away. Nothing existed but us and our desires. He took control instantly, my body, my mind, allowed to melt in his skilled hands.

He lifted from the couch with a swift movement, his arms wrapped around my frame, and lifted me from the floor. My legs found their way around his waist, a tight squeeze as though I wanted to keep him as close as possible. I readied myself for the couch under me until he started to carry me. Our mouths worked together with a hard motion; our tongues connected in a wild dance.

My fingers ran up the back of his hair with a slight pull when I felt his bed under me.

His body covered me like a heavy blanket, my fingers trailed a light line over his shoulders, down the center of his back. My thighs loosened around him just as his hips curved upward and I felt his hardness. I had never wanted clothing to be removed more than I did at that moment. I no longer wanted to feel him, have him. I needed him.

There were no moments of shyness, no pauses of second thoughts. He lifted from me only enough to pull my shirt over my head, my bare breast a slight bounce with their freedom. I had only been naked in front of one man before Rowland and had thought he would be my only. I had known him forever, and I felt more comfortable with Rowland, basically a stranger.

I let out a soft moan as he lowered his mouth and wrapped it around my nipple. His tongue circled in slow motion while I grew hard against him. My fingers bent, my nails a slight dig into his shoulder while I arched my back for him to have all of me he wanted. His free hand squeezed around my breast with a roughness that erupted my body in pleasure.

He lowered his mouth down my stomach, his tongue circled my navel as I brought my gaze down to him. I wanted to watch every move he made, and yet I knew the pleasure he brought to my body would overpower my will. My breathing quickened; my hands rested on his head when he brought his gaze up to mine. He paused less than a second, his fingers pushed under the hem of my bottoms.

I swallowed nervously and lifted my hips enough for him to pull the remaining of my clothing away.

There I laid naked before him; our stares remained connected as he lowered. I felt as though I could pass out. I would faint when his head fell between my parted thighs. My eyes rolled back into my head; a loud moan flowed freely from my lips at the sensation. His tongue licked over my lips with a slow and light pressure before his tongue parted them.

He moved his skilled tongue with a circular motion around my clit, my hands gripped at his strong shoulders. My hips lifted and fell with a smooth rhythm, and my back arched as my head fell back to the bed. I had never imagined such pleasure could be had during an intimate moment. As though an electric current continued through my body, which only grew with each second, like a charge working to an explosion.

Rowland brought his hands up to my breast and squeezed them hard as his tongue flicked across the tip of my clit repeatedly. My hips continued to rise and fall in a slow, yet hard, motion. I moved my hands to the top of his head and pushed my fingers through his hair. His beard offered a tickle that only brought me closer to orgasm. The knot in my stomach grew tighter, stronger, with each flick of his tongue, suck of his mouth. My mouth parted; a loud moan of pleasure fell from my lips.

“OH, GOD! GOD YES! FUCK!” I curved my hips faster, his hands lowered from their position on my breast.

He wrapped his arms under my thighs and pulled me hard down into him. It was then I let out a scream. His mouth sucked tight around me as his tongue worked with a rapid flick.

Harder. Faster. I pushed myself fully against his face, my body grew tight, my fingers a tight grip of his hair when suddenly I exploded unlike any time in my life. I felt myself pulsate against his tongue as he continued with a slower flick. My hands lowered to his shoulders, my nails dug slightly into his skin, and my body shook until I finished my release.

I felt flushed, my breathing quick. I brought my glossy gaze down to him as he lifted. I readied myself to feel him enter me. I wanted and needed to feel him. Every inch of him. He lifted over me once more, his hands pressed into the bed. I brought my hand to the side of his face, my thighs moved to a bend against the sides of his frame.

“Not tonight.” He replied in a calm tone. I was confused, shocked.

“You don’t want to?” I asked, my hands resting along his hips. It would have been easy for me to slip my fingers under the hem of his sweatpants and lower them. I could feel his manhood against me, which made me more confused.

“I want to.” He answered. “Just not time yet.”

“It’s time,” I confirmed, my fingers pushed under the hem of his pants. My hand moved over the top of his ass when he pulled off me and flipped me to my side with a quick position behind me.

His hand moved down the front of my body, his lips against the lobe of my ear. I closed my eyes at the hotness of his breath, the slow descent of his fingers. He lifted my leg, his hand with a curved motion between my thighs. His strong fingers slid between my wet folds; my gasp fell from my lips with the slow push of two of his fingers inside me.

“When it’s time for me to take you.” His voice hot against my skin, his tone a near whisper. He started to move his fingers with a hard, fast pump. I gripped at his wrist; my body fell back against him. “I’ll let you know." I wanted to say something to him, anything, but I couldn’t speak. He had me under a spell, fully under his control. His mouth sucked at the slope of my neck, while his fingers pushed me to a second orgasm with such ease.

I knew that night in his arms I was at his mercy. I had given into him and no matter what line I could have crossed; I found a sense of contentment. As though I was finally where I needed to be. Had I been brought to him and him to me for a reason? No matter if this lasted only the storm, had we been brought together to show me my true path? Give me the things I had been missing these last thirty years?

I woke the next morning in his bed. I remembered falling asleep against him, yet as I rolled over, I noticed his side was empty. Had I dreamed the entire thing?

I sat up, held the sheet over my bare chest, and glanced around to find my clothing remained where he had placed it. No, it wasn’t a dream; I convinced myself. Where was he? I pulled the sheet around my body and stood when I heard it.

With a tilt of my head, I made my way to the cracked door just off the bedroom. Pushed it open and gasped at what I saw. The room filled with steam, Rowland in the center of the shower, his hands pressed along his soaked hair. I stood in silence, unable to move or say a single word at the beauty of the man before me. The way the water rolled down his shoulders, along his torso. I hadn’t even realized he saw me until he pushed open the shower door. My eyes lifted to his, a slight jump in my stance.

“Morning.” He said, a cocky smirk pulled along his lips. “Care to join me?” I wasted not a moment after his question. Dropped the sheet and tried not to sprint to the shower.

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