Page 40 of Pucking Snowed In With My Ex

“Don’t you dare. I am not coming that fast.” Cal pulled out of my mouth, and I pouted up at him like he’d just given me a lump of coal in my stocking. “Pout all you want.” He bent down and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before he kissed me. “I’m not coming until you do,” he said. Picking up the bowl, Cal held out his hand to help me to my feet.

“What if I said that was what I wanted as my gift?”

He paused, the conundrum clear in his eyes. “I guess we’d be at a gift impasse since making you come first is what I want.”

“That is an issue,” I said and tapped my lip.

“We can just say no gift for either of us and go to bed.” Cal started to turn away, and even though I knew I was being played, I wasn’t taking the chance and pulled on his arm.

“That is so not happening,” I said, and Cal’s lip turned up ever so slightly.

Without another word, he pulled me over to the couch. “Sit for me, Sugar.”

I sat down, and the fluttering started again, only this time in my chest as he pushed my knees open wide. Kneeling between my legs, he spread some of the whipped cream on my nipple, and I took a ragged breath as he sucked it off. He repeated the process multiple times, driving me wild and making me incredibly wet. Switching to the other nipple, he repeated the process all over again until I was a writhing mess.

Sucking in a deep breath, I shivered as he spread some on my clit and licked it off in slow, even strokes, just as I’d done to him.

“Oh God, Cal.”

My fingers gripped his hair as he worked me over until no coherent words passed my lips. Lifting my ass, he pulled me to the very edge of the couch, and I groaned as he pushed his tongue deeper.

“Yeah, right there,” I said, tensing with the building climax. Pleasure coursed through my body, and when Cal growled, the vibration pushed me over the edge. Back arching off the couch, I yelled his name and shook as he tortured me with the delicious sensations of his tongue still teasing me.

I slumped, panting like I’d run a marathon, as Cal stood and towered over me. His cock was at eye level, and despite the blissful orgasm, I wanted him, all of him.

“Fuck you’re stunning. I know I keep saying it, but I can never say it enough.” Cal’s eyes roamed my body, but I didn’t feel insecure and enjoyed the heated stare. “I need you. Right now, Sugar.”

I held out my hand. “Then what are you waiting for?”

The deep growl from Cal made the hair rise on the back of my neck. He gripped my hand, but instead of pulling me up, he wrapped my arm around his neck and lifted me into his arms. His icy blue eyes felt as if they were penetrating my soul as he walked to the cot of thick blankets and laid me down.

“Are you ready, Sugar,” Cal asked, his breath fanning the side of my neck.

“Yes,” I whispered and arched into his body, loving the feel of his warm skin against mine. “God, yes.” My nails trailed down his back to his ass, and Cal groaned as he rubbed his cock against me. He teased my senses, and every time I thought he was going to push into me, he held back. “Cal, you’re killing me,” I moaned and wiggled under him as my body begged for him.

“I love watching you come undone like this.” He nudged into me but only a little and then pulled back out and did it again as he increased the sweet torture to a new level. His body brushed softly against my clit each time, and I was starting to lose my mind. No matter how much I moaned and begged, he wouldn’t give me more as he left me standing out on the ledge of pleasure and insanity.

I could only hear the pounding of my heart as the pressure increased and made me ache with no end in sight.

“Cal, please,” I begged, panting. “Stop holding back. I need all of you.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I cried, lifting my hips to try and get more friction and ease the need.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?” He growled into the side of my neck.

“Yes, don’t be gentle, I’m begging you.”

He kissed me, and his desperate tongue invaded my mouth. Slowly, he gave me what I wanted and pushed inside. My walls squeezed around the intrusion as I whimpered into his mouth and gripped his shoulders. I came the moment he brushed over that sweet spot inside my body, and there was no holding it back.

My body tingled as I screamed my release and saw stars. Cal held still, but the look on his face told me he was right on the edge.

“Holy fuck, that feels so good. There is nothing better than feeling you come on me like that. You’re squeezing my cock like a heartbeat and so wet.” He pulled out and slid back in, making sure to grind against my clit. The extreme sensations seemed entirely too much, yet I was frantic for more. In and out, he slowly picked up the pace.

“Hang on,” Cal said, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped the sides of the cot. Impossibly, he was building me up all over again as he rubbed against my G-spot over and over. I screamed his name as he reared up and changed position, thrusting deeper and harder so that each time was a dance with delicious pain. The sound of our bodies coming together and Cal groaning heightened everything.

His muscles glistened with sweat in the firelight, and his face contorted in pleasure as the cot slowly rocked across the hardwood floor with each powerful thrust.