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Tess
I’m standing at the kitchen counter, looking out the window that sits above the sink. The trees that line the property behind the cabin are covered in frost, making it look like a winter wonderland. My hair is in a ponytail, and the black leggings and off-the-shoulder, camel-colored tunic sweater I’m wearing make me feel warm, cozy and comfortably sexy. I feel strong, warm hands wrap around my stomach, and I smile while leaning back against my husband's muscular, bare chest. The instrumental music playing from Barrett’s third playlist he made for the weekend is filtering through the sound system. It’s a sensual, tantric, and damn near erotic soundtrack to what we were both feeling, what we’ve been feeling since we stepped foot in the cabin, only fueling the desire and fire that is building in my core.
His mouth descends upon my neck. I can feel his firm lips open before his teeth graze the soft skin just above my bare shoulder. He wraps one hand around my ponytail and tugs just hard enough for my head to tilt backward, opening me up for him completely.
He bites down on my earlobe before his tongue sneaks out and soothes the delicious ache the nip caused. The hand that isn't wrapped around my hair snakes up my body and wraps loosely around my neck, holding me in place for him to do with as he pleases.
My body is a livewire. I can feel his kiss everywhere.
My fingertips.
My toes.
My stomach.
My core.
Everywhere.
He continues nipping and sucking, biting and licking while the music pulses through my body. Between the delicious combination of his mouth, hands that seemed to be everywhere — tugging my hair, grazing my throat, skimming my stomach, squeezing my breasts — and the sound of his ragged breathing in my ear and hot breath on my skin, I feel like my entire body could go up in flames.
I lean back and turn my head so I can feel his lips on mine, but he holds back, only allowing me a soft tease and taste of his mouth on my own. After what feels like hours of his delectable torture, he spins me around hastily then slams me against the counter and assaults my mouth with such force it almost takes my breath away.
He reaches down and grips my butt in his hands and squeezes tightly before he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. He quickly moves us and presses my back roughly against the fridge, causing it to rattle and shake. It’s frantic and frenzied, hands and mouths and legs and heavy breathing and kissing and tongues and so many other things that my mind is having a hard time catching up with what I want and need first.
Moving from the fridge, he lays me back on the kitchen table before pushing my sweater up around my neck then pulling it off completely. Swiftly and quickly yanking down my leggings, he quirks his mouth up when he sees that I’m commando under my leggings, and my chest is bare, having obeyed one of his rules of the cabin: no panties or bras allowed. He leans down and takes my breast into his mouth, nipping at the already oversensitive bud. My back arches up to meet his mouth as he gives both breasts equal and extensive attention.
After he has brought me to the brink of orgasmic insanity, he drops to his knees in front of me and places my feet on his shoulders, opening myself up to him completely. I look down my body into his eyes that are blazing with heat, his cheeks a bit flushed, and I can only imagine what my own face looks like. My body burns like an inferno. He skims the tip of his nose along the inside of my thigh, his tongue sneaking out in a touch so light it sends my once blazing skin into a fit of shivers. He continues his way up my body and without hesitation, he leans forward, his mouth pressed to my center, licking and sucking in such a perfect rhythm it makes me come unglued almost immediately. I cry out, a string of unintelligible sounds, my nails dragging clawing at his back, his hair, anything I can reach.
I’m still riding my high when he stands abruptly, strips himself of his jogger pants, and plunges inside me, deeply and unrefined. He groans at the intense contact but doesn’t let up on his movements. I lean in and press my lips to his chest, leaving sloppy open-mouth kisses over every inch of him I can get my mouth on. My mind is a blur, and my body wants everything. All at once. He leans over and takes my hands in his, stretching my arms above my head, leaving me incapable of movement. His breath is hot and heavy on my cheek then by my ear.
We’re both so keyed up from our kitchen show, our bodies are performing in sync with one another. The sensual music playing through the cabin’s sound system is replaced by our heavy breathing, grunts, and groans. Soon we’re both calling out each other's names loudly, struggling to regain our breathing. An erotic mix of sweat, lust, and heavy pants fill the cabin.
No words were spoken.
No words need to be spoken.
Just our love for each other and proof that we still wanted each other on a deep and visceral level, so in tune with one another that our bodies speak the words our mouths can't.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Barrett
Ican’t believe we have to leave this place, our cocoon, in two days. It doesn’t seem possible that almost a week has already gone by, and I find myself thinking that Lauren may have been right (scary thought). Two weeks would have been awesome. But, we already miss the kids.
We’ve reconnected and loved every minute of our time together, though. We’ve made the most of it, and I know, without a doubt, that we’ll never let distance like that come between us again.
Outside, the ground and trees as far as our eyes can see is covered in white. It’s been unseasonably cold already, and a storm of this size isn’t typical. The past two days we’ve had light snow, but this is the real deal. Luckily, my pretty girl is a genius and thinks of everything and packed our gear. I also think she secretly was hoping for a light winter storm. She absolutely loves the first real snow of the season, when it’s more than just flurries or a dusting. Her weird, cute little self loves scooping the sidewalks, making snow angels, having snowball fights, sledding. It’s like she’s still a kid when snowstorms come. Of course, her tune starts to change around springtime, when winter just won’t release its hold on us.
I know she’ll be so excited to see the snow, and I want to be there when she sees it. I wake her up by bringing my lips to my spot just after I set a cup of coffee on her nightstand for her.
“Morning, babe,” I whisper huskily.
“Mbwdkng,” she mumbles.
“Babe, wake up. Look outside.”
“Sleep,” is her only response.
