Page 34 of SnowBound

Her small hand curled around my throbbing length, and I almost dissolved. Fuck, I didn’t remember the last time I was this hard. This aroused. Maybe it was our hours-long foreplay. Or maybe it was all her. Abby had a way of getting under my skin, to make me want to follow her wherever she went. In all her crazy ideas. She had a pull on me that I couldn’t seem to escape. I yearned for it. Never before had I experienced such a thing. Strong and addictive. My airport fascination was everything I could easily get attached to. If we had more time together.

She leaned forward and peppered kisses all over the planes of my chest, drawing patterns with her tongue. At a steady pace, she worked me over, and every cell in me sang for her. Precum wet the head, and she spread it over with her thumb, her eyes transfixed on my glistening dick. “Told you I like shiny things.”

“Geez, woman. Your smart mouth is like a powerful aphrodisiac. Permission to ditch the chair?”

Without waiting for her response, I lifted her in my arms and laid her on the couch, my lips fused with hers. “Permission granted,” she whispered against my lips.

“Finally.” Watching her, I asked, “You still wanna do it?” I leaned back, making sure I wasn’t rushing her into something she was not ready for.

“Yes, please. Don’t stop.” Her eyes had turned feral. And I was pretty sure they mirrored mine.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. It’s a shame we can only do this once.”

“We have till the morning, Aaandy. Let’s make the most of it. It’s my Christmas present after all.”

I plunged forward and captured her devilish mouth. Our tongues swirled together. My hands peeled the rest of her clothing.

I moved to my knees and lapped at her center once. Twice. Until she shivered. “Told you I like sweets.” I moved over her, kissing her hard before plunging back between her legs and teasing her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue.

Abby’s fingers entangled in my hair pulling at the roots. She jerked her head back as a loud whimper broke free when she convulsed against my mouth the moment I pushed one finger inside her tight channel.

“You’re fucking wet.” I kissed her inner thighs and entered a second finger in, moving my digits back and forth at a slow and torturous pace that had her hips buckling off the couch.

“Andy…you…I…don’t stop.”

“Never.”

A loud cry pierced the silence, and she went rigid against me, surfing her climax.

Never had I seen something so beautiful as this girl coming around my fingers.

With my other hand, I pushed my jeans and boxer briefs off me and fetched one of the five condoms from my wallet. A gift from Joe earlier tonight when I played at his father’s office party. Right now, I loved my best friend something fierce.

My fingers slid out of Abby as I opened the foil package. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me with a glaze in her eyes. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks, a bright shade of pink. “Can I?” she asked, breathless.

“You want to?”

She nodded, taking the rubber from my hand and pinching the tip as she rolled it down my erection. Every caress of her fingertips woke up flutters inside me. My entire being shook under her delicate attention. Her fist worked me up and down, and I almost shot my load right there.

Through clenched teeth, I said, “Slow down, Abby, or it’ll be over before it even begins.”

She blinked her big blue eyes and watched me. “Andy, I’ve been a good girl all night. Can I get my present now?”

Fuck. When she used her sex voice on me, all my control deserted me.

With one hand around her neck and the other busy pinching her diamond-hard nipple, I lodged myself between her open legs, admiring every inch of her and burning every detail to my memory.

“You all right?” she asked.

I groaned an answer before pushing inside her in one slow stroke.

Clutching my shoulders and keeping me close to her, Abby trembled in my arms.

“Are you okay?”

She bobbed her head while nibbling at her lower lip. “Never been better.”

I kissed her as my hips pounded into her of their own volition. I couldn’t get enough of her. Abby’s hands pressed against my chest, and I thrust faster.