And then his mouth is on mine, and the kiss is frenzied, passionate, a tangle of tongues and lips and hands. I shove his winter coat off his shoulders, desperate to find skin under all the layers. My hands find the hem of his shirt, finally working their way up to settle on the warm skin beneath.
I trace his rock hard abs with my fingertips, marveling at the heat of his skin.
A minute later, we break apart, each gasping for air. “I want you, Levi.”
“Ineedyou,” he growls.
His lips are on mine again, but this time, his hands are fumbling with my jeans. A moment later, my pants fall to my ankles. I step out of them, flinging them across the room with a kick. We break the kiss just long enough for him to yank my sweater over my head. With a flick of his fingers, my bra follows a moment later.
He pushes me down to the rug next to the fire, hooking his fingers under the elastic of my panties before slowly pulling them down my legs. He pitches them and we both watch as they land in the fire.
I giggle. “Oops.”
“Just as well,” he says, his voice gruff. “With the snow and the roadblock, we have the cabin all to ourselves. And I can promise you one thing…”
I lick my lips. “What?”
He leans down to suck on my earlobe. “You won’t need any fucking underwear.”
He pushes my knees apart, staring at my pussy. His eyes grow dark, and he whistles appreciatively. “Fucking beautiful.”
I feel exposed and shy, but then he parts my folds with a single finger, testing the moisture. “Fucking beautiful,” he says again, “and fucking wet.”
A shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine at his touch. “I want you,” I say again.
“Soon,” he promises. “But first, let me taste you.”
He kneels down, sliding his hands beneath my ass to lift me up to his mouth, and licks me with the flat of his tongue. Slowly. Back to front. When he pauses to suck on my clit, I lose control, bucking against his face.
“More,” I beg. “Please… God… I want more.”
Instead of giving me what I want, he leans backward, moving his face away from my skin. I whimper, and the sound makes him chuckle.
“I’ll give you more, baby,” he promises. “But I’m still wearing all my clothes, and it’s getting…uncomfortable.” He unzips his pants, and his cock springs free. He keeps stripping off his clothes until he’s naked, too.
My eyes widen at the size of him. “Levi, I need to tell you…I don’t have a lot of experience.”
His eyes meet mine. “Have you had sex before?”
“Just with Bob,” I confess.
He scowls, jealousy etching his features. “Who the fuck is Bob?”
“My battery-operated boyfriend.”
“Your…” He barks a laugh. “You’re talking about your vibrator?”
I nod, then reach out a tentative hand to touch Levi’s cock. When I wrap my hand around it, he groans.
“Bob is big,” I say, “but notthisbig.”
“It’ll feel good,” he promises, “if I get you nice and wet.”
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m already wet.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Not as wet as you’re going to be.”
He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, caressing the other with the palm of his hand. And so help me, he’s right. I feel myself grow wetter by the second.
