His eyes darken. "I have some ideas."
And that idea was to spend the morning in bed together. Not frantically, not rushed—just exploring each other with the kind of attention that comes from knowing time is limited. He maps my body with his hands and mouth again, memorizing every spot that makes me gasp, every touch that makes me melt.
When I finally get my hands on him, learning the planes of his chest, the muscles in his back, the way he groans when I wrap my hand around his hard cock, it feels like power and gift all at once.
"You're thinking too much again," he says, catching my wrist and holding it tightly above my head.
"How do you always know?"
"Your face gives you away." He guides my hand back to him, showing me the rhythm he likes. "Stop thinking. Just feel."
I do, watching his face as I touch him, learning what makes his breath catch, what makes his jaw clench tightly and his eyes roll back in his head. The control he always maintains starts to crack, and I love watching it happen. I love watching him lose his mind. I lower my mouth to his shaft and suck hard while my hands move, squeezing and massaging his balls. I watch with wide eyes when he comes, his orgasm spilling deep into the back of my mouth and throat. I swallow each drop, eager to please him.
When he stops shaking, he moves quickly, flipping me onto my back with easy strength, his eyes are nearly black with want.
"My turn," he says, voice rough.
He takes his time, bringing me to the edge over and over until I'm begging. Only then does he finally give me what I need, he finally presses his cock into me, filling me completely, the stretch and fullness stealing my breath. We fit very well together. He’s stretching me but not painfully. He’s just the right size.
"Okay?" he asks, holding himself still above me.
"More than okay."
He starts to move, slow and deliberate, watching my face. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good—so good?—"
"More specific."
I can barely think past the pleasure building in my core. "Full. Safe. Yours."
"Yes." He thrusts deeper. "Mine."
“I need more. Please, Daddy.”
He moves faster and harder. Each thrust pushing me hard into the mattress. He reaches between our bodies and rubs my clit. “Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy. You belong to me and I want you to come.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in waves. He follows moments later, my name on his lips, and the intimacy of it? The vulnerability in his face as he comes apart staring into my eyes, makes my chest ache.
After, we lie tangled together, skin cooling in the warm room.
"That was..." I can't find the words.
"Yes." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "It was."
"Is it always like that?"
"No." He pulls back to look at me. "It's only like that when you trust someone completely. When you let them see all of you. When you are vulnerable."
"I trust you."
"I know." He traces the line of my jaw. "And I'll spend every day earning that trust."
By early afternoon, we've showered together, which leads to another orgasm, and dressed in fresh clothes. The lodge feels different now, less like an emergency shelter from a raging storm and more like a cocoon we have to leave painfully.
"We should check on the reindeer one more time," I say, pulling on my coat. "Make sure they have enough food and water before we go."
"Always taking care of others," he observes.
