Page 68 of The Snowflake Effect
I laugh harder and sit on my bed, motioning for her to join me.
Seduction in her eyes, she slowly saunters over, swaying those hips I love so much. When she’s in grabbing distance, I drag her between my legs, but before I can drop a kiss between her beautiful breasts and lift her shirt, she reaches for my head, a different emotion in her eyes.
She runs her fingers down my hair. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers.
Strange scratchiness burns my throat. “So much,” I agree.
Without another word, she grabs the hem of her shirt and yanks it over her head, then she pushes down her shorts, leaving her in a black lace bra and skimpy underwear.
“Finally,” I breathe out on a sigh. I drag my hands up her thighs and lean in to kiss her belly.
“Yes,” she says. “God, yes.”
Reverently, I slip off her bra.
With one hand on her ass and the other on her full breast, I flick her nipple with my tongue, and her head drops back again. No laugh this time, but she exhales on a moan. I put my whole mouth on her, and her knees nearly buckle.
Needing a better view, I grip her waist and guide her to the bed, laying her out before me, those curls fanning over the white sheets like I’ve imagined a thousand times. She barely blinks as I lose my shirt and jeans, and then I’m standing naked at the side of the bed.
“Closer,” she says, reaching for me.
Her heavy-lidded gaze drops to my cock, which twitches in acknowledgment, but I don’t move. “Later,” I grit out. “Right now I need to look at you. See everything I’ve pictured since Aspen. And these need to come off.”
Leaning forward, I hook my thumbs through the scrap of lace around her hips and drag them down.
My breath hitches.
I almost have to close my eyes and picture my first-grade teacher nude so I don’t come right here, right now. But I won’t close my eyes. Not for a second.
Shay’s right hand travels to her thigh, feathering over her skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. I get harder. “If you don’t touch me soon,” she warns, “I’m gonna touch myself. I’ve had lots of practice lately.”
I bet she has. “Don’t you dare. That pussy is mine.”
Her hips move restlessly over the sheets. “But I can’t wait.”
I’m right there with her, needing to be inside of her, but I’m not rushing this. “I’ll take care of you, Shay. You’ll be begging me to stop, but we do this my way. Move your hand and close your eyes.”
Her gaze runs down my chest and abs, and lower—to my want for her on display. She’s still restless, still stroking her skin. Then she softens into the bed, clutches the sheets, and closes her eyes.
Picking up one long leg, I kneel on the bed and start at her ankle, working my way up, touching, kissing. Memorizing every inch. Each caress produces a deep moan from her. When I get to the apex of her thighs, her beautiful wetness an inch away, she presses her hips up with a desperate, “Now, Kolton. Please.”
I start on the other leg.
Time dissolves. Seconds become kisses. Minutes are measured in tastes, each touch eliciting her throaty sounds. I move to her hips, each breast, her neck, her shoulder, the dip at the base of her throat. So much Shay to explore. “I can’t get enough,” I say as I hover over her on my knees. Any closer, and I won’t last.
She opens her eyes and traces the lines of my pecs, the tensed muscles of my abs, finally reaching around to knead my ass and pull me toward her.
Somehow, I resist. “Not yet, baby.”
Her nostrils flare. “Now you’re just being cruel.”
When I suck a trail down the center of her ribs, over her belly button, and down to her beautiful, slick, hot wetness, she drops her knees wide and groans with a breathy, “God.”
Fuck yeah.
I spread her open. Each lick sends her hips into spasm. She pushes into my face, not shy about asking for more. I give her what she wants. I give her everything. I want her to break apart around me, because of me. I want her to forget her life stresses. Everything but this. Us. How good I make her feel.
In seconds, she’s chanting my name and convulsing. I grip her ass as I prepare for round two. More moans. Another cry.
