I stopped walking and pushed her back against the cool wall. Her breath caught as I laced my fingers through her hair and slid my lips along her neck. She let out a soft moan, which was now one of my favorite sounds in the world. As I moved my lips up her neck to her ear, I whispered to her, “Do you want to see what other naughty things I can do?”
“Yes, please.” She grabbed the hem of my flannel and pulled me closer to her.
I fisted her wrists in one hand and lifted them above her head as I brought my other hand up her lean body and under her sweater. I ran my fingers across her stomach and up to her lace bralette. Pulling down the lip of the cup, I skimmed my thumb over her nipple and then gave it a light little pinch. I continued to kiss her throat, nipping and teasing her skin.
“Knox,” she whispered.
“God, I love hearing my name come out of your mouth.”
Her breathy moans sent me over the edge of gentleness, and I took her mouth captive, biting and sucking her bottom lip. She was the perfect equal for me, sliding her tongue in my mouth in a beautiful dance we had cultivated together.
She rolled her body against my own, and I thrust my hips forward, giving her something to grind on. I could feel the heat coming from her center and I couldn’t take it any longer. I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand down the front, her scorching wetness soaking through the lace panties she wore.
“Mmm, baby. You’re drenched.” I smiled.
“I want you so badly,” she heaved.
I ran my fingers through her wet folds, lubricating my finger before I played with her swollen clit.
“Knox,” she moaned, “that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
I pushed one finger inside her and then two. Bringing them out slowly and then back in, I curved them forward on the upward thrust, searching for that special spot inside of her. I found it and pushed farther in as Birdie mewled. She fucking mewled, and it brought my dick to full attention. It grew and pushed against the zipper of my own pants, begging to be freed.
As my fingers pumped in and out of her tight pussy, I moved my thumb in little circles, giving her clit the attention it deserved and needed. I could feel how close she was by the way she rode my hand and how her breath picked up and faltered.
“I’m so close, Knox.”
“Yeah, baby. I want to feel you come all down my fingers. Ride my hand and use it to get every ounce of pleasure you need.”
As if she needed my permission to fall apart, her orgasm hit her and she rode it out on my fingers, screaming my name and a trail of expletives.
I let go of her wrists and held her up against the wall while she got her bearings and came down from her high.
“Please tell me you haven’t done those types of naughty things here with anyone else,” she panted as she caught her breath.
“Just you, sweetheart. Only you.” I gently kissed her lips.
As we kicked our snow-covered boots off inside the door of my cottage, Eugene almost bowled Birdie over with his excitement. She didn’t even bat an eye at my rude dog, going to sit on the floor and letting him lick her face with excitement. I couldn’t blame him though; I was still just as excited to see her.
“Eugene, give her two seconds to get settled before you knock her down.”
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s just excited that I’m home.”
My breath caught and I thought my heart skipped a beat. She had just called my cottage her home. The woman who, two weeks prior, could barely voice her feelings and took pride in never having strings to hold her down. My shock was written clearly all over my face.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
“You just called this your home.” I smiled broadly. “It made me really happy.”
“Well…yeah.” She scratched Eugene’s ear and then looked back up to me. “You’re my home now.”
“Say more of that.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor.
“It’s been a really long time since I’ve truly had a home, somewhere I was happy and comfortable and ready to put down roots. And I’m ready to do that, here, with you.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I leaned down and gave her a gentle and intimate kiss, a kiss that told her I wanted nothing more than to make her mine and build a life together. The slow gentleness washed away, and passion took its place.
