Page 20 of All Snowed Gin

We continue to grope at each other, our mouths fused together as we make out like we’re back in high school. I have zero intention of breaking this, too caught up in whatever spell she’s cast on me to care. If anything, I want more. I want to make her feel good, to make her get lost in whatever this weird pull is.

Slowly, I move my hands up, slipping them under the hem of her shirt. Soft skin greets me, calling me to continue my journey north. Rose moans again and my hands round her front, my thumb grazing just underneath her bra. Her hips move, forming small circles in my lap, undoubtedly coming into contact with my raging hard-on. I buck upward, letting her know that I want more of this friction.

“Pierce,” she mumbles into the kiss.

“Hmmmm?” I ask, my hand taking hold of her breast.

“Let me help you with that.”

Rose breaks our kiss, my mouth suddenly missing hers. Leaning back just enough to give me a view of her now swollen lips, she reaches down, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head. My eyes immediately fly to her chest, a pale pink bra cradling her perfect tits. I’ve never once been jealous of fabric before, but in this moment, I am. That only lasts a second though, as Rose reaches behind her and rids herself of the undergarment.

Holy shit.

The most glorious pair of tits I have ever seen are right at eye level, begging to be played with. Rose circles her hips against me again, her core sending a jolt through me. I can’t hold back any longer.

I let out a growl, my inner animal unable to control himself. I need her. Need to make her scream my name.

I pull her back in to me, but instead of kissing her, I capture her breast in my mouth, tongue circling her nipple. A small, sharp noise escapes from Rose as I do this, telling me I’m on the right path. I dial in my focus, sucking, nibbling, laving at her, making sure my hand on her other boob mimics my movements. Her coos and keens continue, providing me with a guide to what she does and doesn’t like.

“Yes, oh…shit…” she pants, her hips moving faster now, seeking something more.

Something I have every intention of giving her.

Shifting slightly, I free up one hand enough to snake it in between us, slipping it past the elastic of her sweats. The lace of her panties feels course against my overheated skin, but I ignore it, pushing past toward what I really want.

Oh, holy shit…

Smooth skin greets me, easing my way even more. Rose moans, her head thrown back in pleasure, as my fingers slip into her folds. She’s so wet, her clit swollen and begging for attention. Feeling the evidence of her arousal turns me on even more, upping my determination. I need to turn her whimpers into screams.

Circling her clit, gathering her wetness, I tease her for a moment. I keep my movements slow, deliberate, wanting to make sure she enjoys every last nanosecond. We’re not in any rush. We have all night for this. All night to make her feel like she’s the sexiest woman alive. Which, from my vantage point, she is. Continuing like this, I debate my next move.

“Pierce!”

The ferocity in Rose’s voice answers my question. It’s time for more.

Repositioning my hand, I move to her other nipple, already a taut peak from my attention. That earns me another moan, and enough distraction to slide two fingers inside her, my thumb pressing down on her clit.

“Fuuuck!” she screams, digging her nails into my shoulder.

She bucks against my hands, my fingers slowly moving inside her. I can already feel her pussy starting to spasm, and I know it won’t be long. She’s so ready, and I can’t wait to watch her fall apart in my arms. Picking up the pace, I pump my fingers hard, searching for the secret spot inside her. The one that is going to get her where I want her. I find it, pulling back from her tits so I can watch her face. Giving it a little tap, I thrust my hips upward. Her eyes go wide, then slam shut, mouth open, silently screaming.

Her pussy clenches down on me as Rose digs her nails farther into me. I don’t let up though. If anything I pick up my pace, making sure to hit that spot each time. Rose finds her voice, her screams now audible as her body convulses and flushes.

“Oh…faaaa…Pierce!”

There it is. There’s my name on her lips. I fucking love it.

It’s another minute before Rose comes down from her climax, slumping against me. She’s radiating heat like a sauna, her breathing heavy, chest heaving against mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, silently letting her know I’ve got her. And that I don’t plan on letting go.

At least not tonight.

9

ROSE

I pad into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. The time on the oven clock is much later than my body feels it should be, most of the morning already gone. I can’t believe I slept this late. Then again, yesterday was a big day.

An afternoon full of sledding and playing in the snow was more than enough to tire me out. But add in a movie, snuggles, and orgasms? I was done for.