“Oral and hands, right?” He asks. He bites off a glove. When he presses a finger into me, I gasp. Penetration was a line he told me not to cross, but now he’s inside me. Soren works his finger in and out while his tongue keeps flicking lazily.
I feel a second finger settle against my ass. I’m at his whims, a moment away from him owning my entire body. But he just teases it, never pressing in.
His lazy flicks are driving me insane. The second orgasm isn’t picky at all. He presses his finger deep inside my pussy and curls it. I’m lost to the orgasm burying me in its pleasure. It hits me hard enough that my vision goes black as I writhe on his tongue and finger.
“Soren,” I rasp, barely able to talk above a whisper. The orgasm has bled out of me, but he just keeps going. He wants more. I’ve never given more than that. I whine, pressing on his shoulders, trying to get away. I can’t do another. He’s more aggressive than ever, forcing it on me.
“I meant you,” I rasp, trying to explain. The third orgasm is coming, and he’s feral for it. I try to kick away from him in the snow, but he holds me against his face. He draws the next orgasm from me. I cry out, my body baring down and wetness gushing out of me.
“That’s what I wanted,” he groans, climbing up my weak body. I can barely move. He grips my jaw and stares down at me with hunger.
“Does kissing count as oral?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Soren bends down, licking a feral line across my mouth before pressing his lips to mine. When his tongue fills my mouth, I taste myself. He gives a groan as he dominates me.
I’ve never been kissed this thoroughly. It doesn’t matter that I’m barely able to move. I wonder if that was the whole point, taking his time with multiple orgasms so that I become a puddle for him to play with.
He bites at my lips and licks deep in my mouth, holding me in place as he tastes and takes.
“I didn’t mean me,” I finally whisper between his overwhelming kisses.
“Hmm?” He asks, only half paying attention to my words. “I like you like this, Doctor Moore. So compliant.”
“Oral and hands,” I pant. Soren is everywhere around me, his coat blocking me in, his hand gripping my face to keep all my attention on him. “I meant me to you, not you to me.”
He pulls back, looking at me in shock.
“Guess we need to work on communication,” he says with a lopsided grin.
“You ass,” I whisper, my eyes closing.
“Who were you talking to?” He asks, gripping my chin.
“My aunt,” I sigh, trying to adjust more comfortably underneath him. The cold is starting to burn the back of my thighs.
“You said you’d leave.” His voice is cold, not an ounce of emotion present. I shudder.
“I…” I trail off, trying to think of how to explain.
“Do I need to do it again?”
“Do what?” I ask. I feel his fingers slide into my panties.
“No, shit. My family is coming,” I gasp as cold fingers circle my clit. “I was trying to stop them.”
Soren pulls his hands from my panties, and I pop my eyes open. He looks shocked.
“Your family is coming here?”
“They found out I’m married somehow. I have no idea how, maybe my office.”
“They know?” He asks. Have I broken him?
“It’ll be fine. They’ll be in a hotel?—”
“No,” he asserts. “They’ll stay with us.” I sigh.
“Right. Can you get off me? I’m not having the conversation like this.” He climbs off me.
“Here, you’re cold,” he collects my pants and offers them to me.
