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“Not sure how I feel about that name when I’m naked.”
“I don’t know…” My eyes trail down to where he’s more than ready for me. “When I look at you like this, Wingtip has a superhero vibe to it.”
“Yeah? Like I’m about to make you fly?” His smirk is cocky and sweet sin all at once.
I lean up and pull him down on top of me. “I haveno doubt,” I tell him.
“You’re so beautiful. The things I want to do to you…”
I want him to sink into me right then, but he makes me wait for it, kissing down my body and landing between my legs. His tongue flicks over the material, slowly at first and then faster and harder, making me crazy with want. It feels so good, the friction and his teasing flicks, but I want his mouth on my skin.
I slide the satin straps off my arms and down my stomach and he continues to torture me in the best ways. I whimper and arch into his mouth and he laughs and hums against me, continuing his onslaught. When he finally,finally, pulls the material down my legs, tossing it over his shoulder, I breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel a cold rush of air over my wetness when he leans up.
He reaches over to grab a condom, but I lean up and take him in my mouth, surprising him. He’s teased me long enough.
“Oh,” he breathes out. “Scarlett…”
He’s long and thick and warm, and it surprises me how much I love having him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, looking up at him. He stares at me, mouth parted and hand in my hair, as his eyes glaze over. I take him in as far as he’ll go, still not able to take him all the way, and work my hands around him, wishing I could swallow him whole. I lean my forehead against his stomach to get a better angle and feel his muscles clench.
“Oh, Scarlett. Fuck. You’re too good at this.” He thrusts into my mouth once and then pulls back, my mouth falling off of him with a pop.
His thumb slides over my bottom lip and I swirl my tongue around it as he puts the condom on. He gives my chest a little shove and I fall back against the pillows.
“Are you still craving me, or should I warm you back up with my tongue?” he asks.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, lifting my arm over my head in a stretch.
“I’m not so sure,” he says, leaning back down to take another taste. “I need you so ready that you shatter when I fill you up. Do you remember? That’s what you did on our first night together.”
I moan as he swipes his tongue down my slit and then goes back up to suck my clit.
“Jamison, please,” I whimper. “Don’t make me wait…”
He ignores me and keeps going until my thighs are trembling, every part of me crying out for more of him, all of him, and then he leans up, his hands on either side of my face, and he thrusts in as deep as he can go.
I go to another place, a feral release that tumbles through me and doesn’t stop. I clench around him and he just keeps going deeper and deeper, making my orgasm feel endless. Our breaths are ragged, bodies frantic as we stare at each other and connect, body and soul.
Around us, the snow swirls against the glass, as we shake and shudder inside the globe, making each other fall apart.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
ALTERING
JAMISON
She’s on top of me now, looking like an angel with her hair covering each breast.
I keep pushing it back so I can see her tits bounce as she rocks my world, but I love her hair, love her skin, love every curve and crevice of her.
We haven’t slept. We’ve talked, we’ve taken time to watch the snow in this incredible glass dome we’re in, and we’ve fucked while doing all of the above.
“What do you think would’ve happened if we’d met for the first time at the lodge?” I ask now.
She swivels her hips, her breath catching when she hits her clit, and I reach out and rub it with my thumb, loving the way she flutters against my dick.
This is a lazy, leisurely fuck, like we’re worn out, but it still feels too good to stop. We’ve had it frantic, crazed, gentle, and soul-deep, and each time is more earth-shattering than the last. This time feels playful and like I want it to last forever.
“I think it would’ve taken longer for us to get here,” she says.
