Page 13 of Snowfall
Here goes nothing.
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Gerard’s home is a cozy,two-bedroom ranch just on the outskirts of LA. It wasn’t what I was expecting, but it’s a nice surprise. We didn’t do much of a tour, seeing as soon as we got into the house his hands were on me, leading me straight into his bedroom. I did catch a few glimpses of the black leather couch in the living room, the free weights on the floor, and the humongous flat-screen TV on the wall. It’s a bachelor pad for sure.
But what I am currently intrigued with most is the shirtless man in front of me, inked all over his chest and arms, looking at me like I’m Thanksgiving dinner.
A smack of reality hits me square in the face. He is dark and dangerous and amazing, and I’m a forty-two-year-old woman whose body isn't what it used to be. I don't think I thought this all the way through.
Out on the bike, I got caught up in the moment, and now? Now I’m realizing exactly what is about to happen.Oh shit.
Gerard puts his hands on my waist, and I tense up.Kristen, get out of your head.
“Darlin’, what’s wrong?” Gerard starts kissing my neck and trying to pull my shirt off my body.
“Nothing.” I push my insecurities away. I want this. I want him. My demons of the past have been vanquished.Mostly.
“Let’s get something straight right now.” Gerard pulls back and look directly into my eyes. “If there is one thing I can smell like a bloodhound, it’s bullshit. So, let’s try this again. Darlin’, what’s wrong?”
Well then.
“Nothing's wrong, per se. It’s just been a while,” I reluctantly admit. “And I’m not exactly twenty anymore. I have a woman’s body.” I clear my throat, uncomfortable.
“I know.” He wraps his arms around me and sucks on my neck. “And I can’t wait to get that body naked and beneath me.”
I can’t really wait for that either; I just hope he’s not disappointed.
“Hurry up then,” I encourage him, just wanting to rip the damn Band-Aid off. If he doesn’t like what he sees, there is nothing I can do about it but leave.
That would completely suck, but here goes everything.I assist him with pulling my shirt over my head. There isn’t any blood-curdling screams or bleeding eyes.
“Damn.” Gerard gazes down at me as he passes his palms all over my curves.
My heart punches through my chest, but I don’t stop him when he hooks his thumbs into my leather pants and shimmies them down my thighs. I kick off my boots and step out of my pants, standing before him in just a lacy bra and panties.Don’t show fear, weakness, or intimidation,I tell myself over and over. It’s something I had to learn to instill in myself when I was going through my divorce. My ex fed on intimidation and fear. He knew how to instill it and then use it to his advantage. And for years, he manipulated me. Made me feel like I was nothing. Like I needed him to live. To survive. That I would be no one without him. It was all lies. But I was young and naïve, and I believed him for so long. But not anymore. And never again. I know who I am. But life tests even the strongest of people. And Lord knows, I am being tested right now.
“I know you said fuck you slow, and I’ll sure as hell try, but I can’t make any promises at first. I want you bad, darlin’.” Gerard all but mauls me. “Shit, you’re beautiful. I’m one lucky bastard right now.”
I giggle as he forces me onto the bed. “And such a sweet talker.”
“I don’t need to be a sweet talker.” Gerard pushes my thighs wide open, and I gasp. “My tongue says it all.” He drops his head and encloses his mouth over my pussy, teasing my clit with ungodly pressure against the lacy material of my panties.
“Oh.”I tense as a crippling sensation of pleasure creeps over my body.
“I’m going to eat you a-fuckin’-live.” He pulls my underwear away and does just that, burying his face between my legs and licks me until I’m squirming. His tongue is relentless, the strokes strict and ruthless against my burning flesh. He passes over my clit again and again, dipping the tip of his tongue into my entrance every so often just to trip me up.
With one hand I’m gripping the sheets, with the other I’m gripping his hair. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God,” I cry out as I get wetter and wetter and closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. And just when that sweet and spicy sensation of ecstasy starts to tingle inside me, Gerard stops. “Oh, God, please no.” I sound like a junkie, my body going into immediate withdrawal.
“As much as I want to make you come all over my face, it’s my cock I want you addicted to.”
I don’t think I need his cock for that. I may already be addicted to him. All of him. Every inch, every part.
Gerard kneels above my trembling body, unbuckling his belt in a methodically slow way. He’s tormenting me. He knows how wound up I am. Knows I need him. Knows I want him.
Gerard reaches over into his nightstand with his pants unzipped and still hanging off his hips. He produces a sleeve of condoms and tosses them onto the bed.
“We going to use all those?” I make a snarky joke.
“If we’re lucky.” Gerard pushes his pants down thighs, his erection popping free. I instinctually spread my legs, my need for him insatiable.
