“Is that so?” I ask, gazing down at her lips.
“Roman?” she whispers.
“Come here.”
I press my lips against hers. As my tongue slides into her mouth, she whimpers. Her hand presses against my chest; the other is fisting my hair, pulling it at the root. The pain shoots from my skull right down to my cock.
I groan as she sucks my tongue. She tastes of cinnamon and something else, and it’s fucking intoxicating. Just from her kiss I feel on edge like I am about to come apart.
She pulls away frantically and unzips my jacket.
“Take this off,” she mutters.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. The fireplace has made the room warm and cozy. I shrug out of my jacket and drop it to the floor. My eyes never leave hers and she stands and steps out of her pink onesie ski suit.
She peels the top part of her insulated jacket away revealing a black thermal shirt molded to her chest. My attention is locked on her, every feel measured and…sexy.
This shouldn’t be sexy, but fuck me. Watching Noelle strip down to her sports bra and boy shorts… I inhale trying my best to calm the hell down and I am failing miserably.
I reach out hooking my hands around her thighs, pulling her closer until she is standing between my legs. She leans down with a smile and her mouth meets mine. A low guttural moan escapes me before I can stop it. My hands glides from her thighs to her ass, giving a hard squeeze.
I need more. I need fucking more. God.
I pull away, my breath is ragged “Take it all off. Now. These fucking panties have to go.”
She straightens and tugs sports bra over her head. I swallow, watching her full breasts spill free, bouncing as the bra drops to the floor. She slips the underwear down her legs and stands with her hands on her waist.
“Like what you see?”
God, this woman!
“I don’t like it. I fucking love it.” I reach out and pull her hand to me “Come here. I want to fucking taste you.”
My lips press into the space between her breasts. Her hands creep into my hair.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
Her nipples pebble, and my mouth waters as I draw one into my mouth. She arches against me, her breath hitching. I alternate between a flick and a bite.
My fingers dig into her ass, holding her steady as her knees begin to buckle. Her moans bounce off the wall of the cabin.
I pull away, licking my fingers. “I am going to put my fingers in you, and you are going to fucking ride them.”
She nods, and her stance widening. My lips latch onto her nipple again. I groan as I feel how wet her pussy is. Slowly, I spread her juices onto her clit.
Noelle undulates as I give her clit a small pinch. My fingers slip into her, and she sounds like she is losing her breath.
“Look at me, princess,” I command.
Her eyes are laced with lust as she looks down at me.
“You like how my fingers are fucking your pretty pussy?” I ask as my thumb circles her clit.
She gasps and nods.
I chuckle. “Give me your words, princess.”
