“Can I freshen up a little? Scamp and I walked a long way and I have a change of clothes in my pack.”
“Of course. The bathroom is there and there are towels in the closet. The generator won’t stretch to a shower, but you’ll have enough water to wash. Food will be another fifteen minutes or so.”
I set the table. Flint emerges from the bathroom wearing a deep blue T-shirt and jeans that make his icy blue eyes seem even brighter. My stomach twists and heat floods my core. Iwant this man so badly. The fact that I’ve only just met him doesn’t seem important anymore.
As we sit opposite each other, eating the chili, I can’t tear my eyes away from his face. Having Flint in my house is both strange and familiar at the same time. It’s like he was always meant to be here with me, but I just haven’t got used to it yet.
He takes our empty plates to the sink and I walk over to sit by the fire to warm up. He joins me, his hand stroking my hair as he sits. Tingles run from the top of my head down my spine as his huge hand moves to the back of my neck and rests there.
“I can’t stop touching you, Pixie.” He says. “And picking you up.”
“You can pick me up again if you like. It’d be a novelty to be flung over your shoulder inside a house, rather than out in the snow.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “You better watch what you say. I’m ready right now.”
“Dare you,” I wink at him.
He stops my words with a kiss, his hand cradling my neck. His tongue explores my mouth as he presses my body into his. My panties are already soaked, I need him so badly. I moan, then stifle it.
“Don’t do that. I like hearing you.” His hands run down my arms. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
Flint rises to his feet, pulling me up with him. His icy blue eyes are hot as he lifts me into his arms. “I can teach you my favorite way to keep warm.”
I giggle. “Nowthat’sa good line.”
“I have plenty of them.” He kisses me again, even deeper this time, as he walks into the bedroom, gently laying me down on the bed. I pull off my T-shirt as his rough hands roam my skin, unhooking my bra so my breasts fall free. He groans.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Pixie.” He sweeps his hands down to cup my breasts, his tongue moving on each peaked nipple in turn as I arch up from the bed. He tugs off my jeans, sliding my soaked panties down. We’re both panting, hot with desire.
“Spread your legs. I want to see you.” It’s a command, one that I’m glad to obey. He sucks in his breath as I open my legs. “You’re so wet.”
He kisses down my stomach, pauses, then licks me from dripping wet pussy to clit. The sensation is so overwhelming I almost scream, clutching the sheets.
“Too much? I’ll slow it down, gorgeous.” He licks around my clit, his fingers entering me as I arch up again. He starts to lick my swollen clit, as pleasure radiates from my core to every inch of my body. Delicious pressure intensifies as his licking gets faster and I can hardly bear it, my hands twisting against the sheets.
His big hands clasp mine, pinning me against the bed as his tongue moves relentlessly. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids as I come hard, shouting his name, my pussy pulsing over and over again.
My breathing slows and he releases my hands. I sit up, my hands scrabbling to take off his T-shirt. His chest is broad, his shoulders huge as I kiss his bare skin, my hands roaming over his muscles. I push him gently backward and he lets me, grinning.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I gasp, unzipping his jeans. His enormous cock springs free, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“I’m ready to go, gorgeous.” He winks at me.
“I’m on birth control,” I say as I position myself over him. I don’t tell him that my last boyfriend was four years ago. I hope I remember how to do this.
Grasping onto his cock, I position it underneath me. I moan as I slide down onto him, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts, tugging gently at the nipples in a way that starts warmth pulsing in my core again.
He lets out a groan. “That’s it, Pixie.Fuck.”
He’s so deep inside me that I rest for a second, every inch filled up with his massive cock. I start to move slowly and he groans louder.
“You’re so tight.” His voice is rough, one of his hands moving to stroke my clit.
I arch my back, quickening my pace as he starts to meet my thrusts.
“Good girl. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Do you want me to do that?” His voice is like a growl.
