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When Fiona got sleepy, I carried her into my bedroom, watching the snow fall as she slept with her head resting on my shoulder. I didn’t want to close my eyes because I didn’t want to miss any minute of being with her.
I’d dreamed of nights like these, holding her close. I wasn’t sure I’d ever stopped loving her. But it was too soon, and I wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready to hear that.
Eventually, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
I woke a few hours later to a dark room and Fiona placing light kisses on my abdomen. Her other hand pushed my sweats down. I helped her shove them off so my cock sprang free.
Even though I wasn’t entirely awake, my dick was on board with Fiona’s plans. She encircled the base with her hand and pumped.
My hips shot off the bed, and I fisted the sheets to stop myself from touching her.
“Please touch me.”
Hesitantly, I stroked her hair with my hand, loving the feel of the silky strands.
“I want to know you’re touching me,” Fiona said as she licked the head.
I gripped her hair more firmly, a steady weight on her head without pushing her.
Her eyes fluttered closed in pure pleasure as she sucked me inside her mouth.
“I love your mouth on me,” I said, my voice tight.
She hummed around my dick as she continued to lick and suck and jerk me with her hands. The sensations were too much. I was on sensory overload, and when she sucked me deep, swallowing around the head, I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load into the back of her mouth. When she pulled off, I sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have warned you.”
“It was perfect,” Fiona said, and I had a feeling she was talking about more than a blow job.
“I want to taste you.” We hadn’t had a chance to do this earlier, and I wanted it. I wanted to show her how good I could make her feel. We experimented as teens, but I was more experienced in pleasuring a woman now.
I flipped her so that she was on her back, her legs spread wide. I held her ass in my hands as I lifted her to my mouth. I breathed her in, wanting to feast on her.
Fiona raised up on her elbows. “I want to watch you.”
I growled deep in my throat as I licked, keeping my gaze on hers. Fiona bit her lip, and her arms trembled as she struggled to stay upright.
“You taste better than I remembered.”
Fiona made a choking sound, and I sucked her clit, using a finger to enter her. Her head dropped back, and I alternated circling her clit with my tongue and sucking on it.
She finally fell back, her hips lifting, and when I used two fingers, she let go, her muscles spasming around me. I wanted to always give her pleasure. To worship her. To make her mine.
It was dangerous to think like that because she wasn’t mine anymore. I wiped my mouth on the sheet, then moved up her body, dropping kisses as I went. Then I gathered her into my arms, her ass nestled against my dick. I was semihard but wasn’t pressed to fuck her again. This had always been about more than the physical. It felt amazing to be with her like this again. But it was so much more.
I enjoyed spending my days with her, working and talking about the future of the inn. But this wasn’t her home, she didn’t work for me, and we sure as hell weren’t together. She had her own life, far away from mine, and she was happy there.
She hadn’t said anything other than she didn’t feel comfortable in her parents’ home, but I suspected she didn’t want to move back because of the memories. One steamy night wasn’t going to change anything, even if I wanted it to.
Her head rested on my bicep, and I felt her breath evening out a few minutes later. The next time I woke, the bed was empty, and the room was lighter. I turned to see the gray sky and the flakes coming down, smaller and slower than last night but still at a steady pace.
Just when I thought that I should go in search of Fiona, wondering if she’d retreated to her own room, the bed dipped.
“You’re awake,” Fiona said.
I turned to find her holding two mugs. She set them on the side table, then kissed me. Warmth flooded my body. I wanted to wake up every morning just like this. “Morning.”
Her lips quirked. “Good morning. I can’t believe the snow is still coming down.”
“I think they said there would be two bands of heavy snow.”
