She did, and I pulled her underwear down over her bent knees, but stopped upon noticing how she was squeezing her toes around the rails to hang on. I chuckled under my breath and grabbed her knee. “Unhook this,” I said, playfully shaking her leg.
“Gavin, I’m going to fall—“
“I have you,” I promised as I stroked her calf. “I’m not letting you go.”
And there was something about that statement that wove the knot back into my stomach.
She seemed to consider the words as I held onto her other leg, and finally, with her arms straining, she unhooked her toes. My smile widened, and I leaned in to kiss her pink nose, pulling her underwear off her foot as I did.
“That’s my girl,” I rasped. “Other leg, baby.”
I stuffed her underwear in my back pocket as I kissed her again, squeezing her legs and rubbing them up and down, reassuring her of my intentions before pressing any further. Her cold fingers scratched my jaw, palms lying against my cheeks. I trailed my hand between her thighs again. Her warm, wet center met my fingers, and I groaned into her mouth.
“Gavin…”
My name was a whisper on her tongue. My lips moved to her neck as I became more eager for her. I had to taste her again. Ineededto taste her again. I wanted to bury my face in that heat and feel her hands in my hair as she dangled on the edge of disaster. I needed to feel her pulse and her legs jump every time she waved off balance on that rail. I could feel her trembling, and I wasn’t sure whether it was from the chill or the danger.
I lowered to my knees, ignoring the cold ground through my pants, and I held onto her legs the entire time, making sure she knew that I had her, that I would never let her fall. She flinched when I knelt before her, grabbing my hair and pulling it, jerking my head upward. Our eyes never parted as I moved her thighs over my shoulders and held onto their outsides.
There was a questioning in her gaze, and I could see the thrilling fear suddenly present in her dilated pupils.
“Squeeze your legs around me—“ Her bent legs stiffened, knees bending over my shoulders and her calves wrapping beneath my armpits, “—just like that… Hold onto the railing or my hair. You’re doing so well, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered as I leaned in to kiss each of her thighs.
“Don’t let me fall,” she whispered.
I smiled, my hands gripping the tops of her thighs. The vulnerability in her eyes, the snow coming down and landing in her hair, the streetlamps and neon red lights behind her… I found myself retracting my previous statement of how I’d seen her at her most beautiful state.
“I have you,” I said. “You’re all mine.”
Our eyes stayed locked as I shifted forward, and with my first kiss on her clit, her shoulders limped, and her hands relaxed just slightly in my hair.
Every stroke of my tongue made her moan, and I memorized her twitches, her sounds, and her taste. After a few moments of her audible satisfaction sounding in the quiet night, I wondered if she forgot she was sitting on two inches of railing, outside with the neighbors just a few feet away.
I chuckled against her, sucking her clit into my mouth and making her gasp, and she cried out my name.
“That’s right, baby,” I said between tortures. “Tell your neighbors who you belong to.”
She cursed the air, her voice a little softer this time, but she didn’t tell me to stop. Her grip tightened in my hair, her breaths becoming shorter and shorter. She was trying to move her hips, but one hand shot to the railing as she seemingly remembered where she was.
Her jaw dropped, and I watched her face scrunch in that beautiful way that I liked—that Iknew... I teased her with my tongue, in and out, savoring that wetness and heat against my face. She was getting close, her thighs so tense around my head that she was beginning to squeeze my face. Her whimpering was music to my ears.
“Fuck—Gavin—I’m going to—“
She didn’t even get the words out before her hands clenched in my hair and her thighs secured so much around my face that I couldn’t breathe. Though, I didn’t give two fucks. She was spilling on my tongue, and I drank her like I was starving.
My knees were soaked and numb. She continued to quake when I held her legs and pushed back up to my feet. There was a familiar daze in her eyes, as though she was under some kind of trance, and she threw her arms around my neck, her lips slamming into mine.
The kiss was desperate, needing, encompassing. I slipped my arms around her waist, finding her skin soaking with the precipitation coming through the sweater. An ache pulsed from my heart down to my twitching cock.
I curled a hand around her freezing cheek and pushed her damp hair back when we parted. She was spent, and I couldn’t get over how with every passing moment, she became even more gorgeous.
“Shower,” I managed, though the word seemed to choke out of me.
Her short nails grazed my cheeks, a smile fluttering her lips, and she huffed out a laugh.
“Hot shower would be amazing.”
