I leaned down, capturing one of her peaked nipples between my teeth. I bit down gently, soothing the sting with my tongue before sucking her into my mouth. Colette cried out, her back arching off the bed as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her.
My free hand came up to knead her other breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I pinched lightly, tugging as I sucked harder on its twin. Her hips bucked wildly against me, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers. “Fuck, Silas,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and holding me against her chest. “Don't stop…”
I had no intention of stopping. I switched to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as I slipped a third finger inside her. She was so tight, so wet… so perfect.
I felt a tingling at the base of my spine, my balls tightening as Colette's walls fluttered around my fingers. I thrust harder, faster, chasing my release.
“Come with me,” I growled against her breast, biting down on her nipple as I curled my fingers deep inside her.
I removed them quickly, pulling a restrained noise from her throat. Adjusting my angle, I drove my covered dick against her soaking core, the blunt head of my cock thrusting against her swollen clit.
“Now.” I demanded, tugging her nipple between my teeth once more.
She shattered with a scream, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. The sound… thesightpushed me over the edge and I followed her, coming with a groan, spilling into my pants as I rutted against her helplessly. My hips jerked erratically as I emptied myself, the warmth spreading through the fabric and soaking into Colette's skin.
I collapsed on top of her, panting and trembling in the aftermath.Her fingers were still curled in my hair, holding me steady as the shocks wracked both of our bodies.
“Did you just…”
“Shut up, Colette.”
Her laugh was breathless, delighted,wicked.“Oh mygod,you did. Youactually?—”
“Don’t.” I dragged a hand down my face, trying to gather some semblance of dignity. It was gone.
Dead.
Buried in the snow outside.
“Do not finish that sentence.”
She bit her lip, eyes dancing. “Wow. I mean, I knew I was talented, but that’s?—”
“Colette.”
She just giggled harder. “No wonder you’re always writing tragic love stories. You’ve gotissues.”
“I swear?—”
“What?” she teased. “You gonna write me out of the next chapter?”
I turned my head to glare at her, which only made her grin widen. There was a dimple in her cheek, bright as sin.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I amnot.”
“You so are,” she whispered, leaning close enough for her breath to ghost across my jaw. “It’s kind of adorable.”
I groaned, rolling onto my back and throwing an arm over my eyes. “Remind me to hide the typewriter before you touch it again.”
“Why?” she asked innocently. “Afraid I’ll make it — what’s the word? —jam?”
That earned her a strangled noise and a pillow to the face. She only laughed harder, warm and wild and victorious. I sat up, or at leasttriedto. My limbs felt heavy, blankets sticking to my skin, and every part of mescreamedfor distance even as my body leaned instinctively back toward her.
“Alright,” I muttered, half-to-myself. “We’re going to pretend that didn’t happen.”
