Page 46 of Snowed In with Benefits

She starts to shake. I’m breathing through my nose, holding on for dear life as her orgasm rips through her, pinning me hard against her. Her cries are feral and wild and surprised. It’s the surprise that makes me smile. Like she can’t believe her own body just did that. Like every man before me let her believe this wasn’t possible for her, and she bought it, and now her whole perception of herself has been upended. I want to know what the fuck they were doing down here, because it wasn’t this. She relaxes as the waves subside, staring at me, stunned. I kiss her soft thigh and grin up at her.

She looks dazed, like she can’t quite believe this is real. I like that look on her. I like it a lot.

Petting her gently, I stand up. She reaches for me, tugging at my waistband. I groan as her fingers brush over the hardness in my pants.

“Whoa,” I breathe, grabbing her hand. “Careful. You barely touched me and I’m already about to come.” I laugh as I say it, but I’m dead serious. She’s doing something wild to me. Her eyes widen.

“You’re so hard!”

I take her hand and put it back on me, gritting my teeth to keep my composure. “Smelling you, tasting you, hearing you, being there with you when you came… that’s what got me hard. You did this.”

She blushes, her eyes going dark, and she sits up in the chair. She tugs my sweatpants down and opens her mouth. I gasp as she takes me in, my length against her soft tongue, her lips wrapped tightly around me. She closes her eyes and groans, and it’s almost more than I can take.

She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t wait for me to ask. She sat up and reached for me like she was hungry, and that’s what gets me. Not the technique, not the heat of her mouth. The wanting. She wants to do this. After everything she’s told me, after expressing how broken she felt, she’s showing me that she’s not broken at all. She’s been starved. There’s a difference. A big one. And I can feel it in the way she takes me deeper, like she’s been waiting to want someone this badly and finally has permission.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stay in control,” I warn her.

She doesn’t stop. She looks up at me with a sexy dark hooded look that makes my balls tighten.

“I’d rather not lose control just yet,” I tell her, brushing her hair off her face.

And I mean it, but not for the reason she probably thinks. It’s not about lasting longer. It’s that I’m not done with her yet. I’m not done learning her. I’m not done watching her face change when I find something new that works. If I come now, this ends, and I’m not ready for it to end. I don’t think I’ve ever not been ready for it to end before.

She just keeps going, twirling her tongue around me, taking me almost to the back of her throat. My jaw tightens. She’s driving me fucking crazy. I put my hand in her hair, guiding her.

“You can take more,” I tell her.

She swallows. It makes her tighten around me and I groan.

“Wider,” I tell her. She opens wider. I bring her head forward, against me. “I want to hear you gag on it.”

My jaw clenches. My muscles are taut, coiled for release. I’m so close, but I don’t want it to end here. I need more of her. She’s hitting a rhythm now, one that will get me off in a minute or less if I don’t intervene. I pull her off me and she looks up at me with wide, almost wounded, eyes.

That look. Like I just took something from her. Like she wanted to be the one to finish me and I didn’t let her. She needs to feel like she’s enough, that she can make someone fall apart. I saw it when she told me she’d never come from oral. The shame wasn’t about the orgasm, it was about feeling defective. Feeling like she couldn’t do something her body is supposed to do. And right now, with that wounded look, she’s telling me the same thing from the other side. She wanted to make me lose it. She wanted proof that she could.

So, I’ll give her that proof. Just not yet.

I pull her to her feet and kiss her, palming the back of her head, letting the kiss say everything my body is screaming. She’s struggling to breathe, but she isn’t pulling away. We could drown in each other this way, easily. I release her, drawing back, breathing hard.

“Tell me to stop,” I tell her, searching her face. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna fuck you, sugarplum.”

“Never,” she breathes, and nips at my lower lip with her teeth.

Relief courses through me. She wants this just as badly as I do. I kiss her again and pull my sweatpants up at the same time.

“Wait here,” I tell her. “Don’t move.”

Quickly, silently, I move through the house and up the stairs to my room. The stairs creak under my feet and I take them two at a time, my heart hammering, half-laughing at myself. She’s sitting naked in my office right now, waiting for me, and I’m sprinting through my own house in the dark like a teenager whose parents just left town. In my top drawer, next to my wallet, keys, and belt, is a box of condoms. I grab it, the whole thing, run back downstairs as quietly as I came up, and slip back into the office.

She’s waiting for me, as naked and beautiful and wanton as I left her. She didn’t leave. She didn’t get dressed. She didn’t change her mind. She’s still here, in the office, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters. I live in the quiet. I chose that. I like that. But something about the way she’s looking at me right now makes the quiet feel like it’s been missing a sound I didn’t know existed. I pull out a condom and toss the box aside, then strip out of my clothes. Now we’re standing here, bare skin to bare skin, Adam and Eve in a cabin office in the middle of nowhere. I slide the condom on, maintaining eye contact with her. I can see her pulse jump in her throat and it makes mine skip a beat.

I sit on the oversized chair.

“Sit on my lap,” I tell her.

She walks over and starts to straddle me. I stop her, my hands on her hips, smirking at her. I shake my head and turn her around. She follows my guidance, flushing and looking confused until I pull her down on top of me, working my way into her from behind. Gasping, her head falls back against my shoulder.

I turned her around for a reason. This way I can reach everything. Plus, this way, her back is against my chest. Her head is on my shoulder. I can feel her breathing. I can feel her heartbeat through her ribs, fast and hard, matching mine.