Page 23 of Snowed in with the Grump

He kisses and licks the tight buds of my nipples. One side receives a hard bite, then the other, leaving two distinct marks on my skin.

“Carter,” I plead, not knowing what I'm begging for. Only that I need more. And I need it now.

He lets out a low growl. “We should have talked about this before. I don't have a condom.”

“It's okay,” I whisper. We’re caught up in our desire, and I don't want to stop. “I'm on the pill.”

He holds my gaze, searching for any sign of doubt. “Are you absolutely sure?”

I take a deep breath and meet his intense stare.

“I'm sure, Carter,” I reply with conviction. “I want this. I want you.”

A hint of relief flashes across his face before he leans in to kiss me. “I’m clean, baby. It's been a long time since I've been intimate with anyone.”

My heart swells with love for him as I nod. He's the only one I want, the only one I've ever wanted.

“You're my first, Carter,” I say softly.

He growls and shifts position. His hard length notches at my entrance. I’m finally feeling him where I know he belongs.

“Ava,” he says hoarsely, “do you have any idea what you're doing to me?”

He slowly eases into me. I gasp against his lips at being stretched for the first time. I wrap my arms and legs around him, never wanting to let go. He slides in the rest of the way in one smooth motion. I'm full, so deliciously full.

As he starts to move, pleasure rushes through my body.

I tilt my head back, letting out a soft moan. “Kiss me,” I whisper, lost in the moment with him.

His lips are on mine as I push into him, rocking my hips to get the friction my body is begging for–what it’s been craving for years.

We move together, our tempo increasing as the sensations build. His strokes become more urgent as he pushes deeper and deeper into me, his body trembling with need.

He puts his head next to mine, temple to temple, and keeps an even pace. His heavy breaths come out in short bursts against the heated skin of my neck.

Slow but steady, he thrusts his hips and fucks me like I’ve always dreamed he would.

“Harder. Deeper,” I whisper, my body trembling.

He grunts but doesn’t speed up or slow down. He grinds harder, hitting the absolute perfect spot.

“Feel good?” He swivels his hips, and my eyes roll back into my head.

I start to say, “Yes, it feels amazing,” when he quickly pulls out and slams back in. “God, you feel perfect.”

His hands roam freely over my body, one hand teasing my breast while the other travels lower, finding its way between us to rub at my clit.

“Fuck, baby. You ready?”

I’m close, and it’s so good, much better than I could have imagined. “Yes.”

“I’ve got you,” he says against my mouth. “Come for me.”

My eyes are screwed shut, and when he pinches my nipples, I explode. “Carter!”

“Good girl.” He encourages. “Come with me. I need you to come with me, baby.”

And I do.

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