He was beyond endearing.
And it served to heighten everything.
As his muscles inadvertently flexed with his movements, I failed to get a hold of myself in response. A hiss escaped me, then my tongue was darting out.
My serpentine tongue, the forked kind.
“Mmm… that is definitely coming into play,” Winter groaned.
He ripped his belt from his jeans and opened them hastily.
I took his cue and removed my boots and socks, then our eyes locked as we each bared our lower halves and tossed our pants aside until we were appropriately naked.
My forked tongue darted out again with an animalistic hiss as I took in the sight of his fiercely erect cock. The impressively sized beauty was already leaking with need.
Mmm.Truly delicious.
Instinct guided me, and then I was darting forward.
But Winter pressed his hand to my chest, stilling me.
“Not yet. Although I love how eager you are to taste me.”
In the next moment, he tossed me onto my own bed on my stomach.
Before I could right myself, he was there, making me moan out as his lips traveled all over my neck, my shoulders, and down the expanse of my back.
He licked and nibbled at my ass cheeks, then pried them apart, and raised me up a little.
And then he dove in, his lips, tongue, and teeth tasting me from my lower back, along the seam of my ass, and all the way down to the base of my cock.
It was a mind-whirling onslaught.
Over and over, up and down.
Swirling, biting, sucking, grazing.
It was a storm of sensation—sensations I could barely wrap my mind around.
I was digging my fingers into my red velvet duvet, bucking and twisting, and crying out into the covers, even biting and licking at the decadent fabric itself in my pleasure stupor.
I felt him spread my cheeks wider.
His stubbly cheek grazed them.
And then he was licking around my hole, teasing and titillating, and driving me to the point of madness.
When he dipped his tongue inside, I cried out, slamming my fists into the bed and throwing my head back.
His tongue was ice-cold, but as he pushed in further, my own heat created a freezer burn sensation that was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The act of his tongue spearing me was a heady enough feeling to reconcile as it was. My entire body whirred with pleasure, my pulse pounding, almost vibrating.
“Winter!” I shouted, clawing at my pillows.
He eased back with a chuckle.
Then I felt his magic spark right between my spread cheeks.
Nothing… happened. No additional sensation to contend with.
