Page 89 of A Snowy Escape

My lower lips perfectly line the underside of his shaft as I grind it into his pelvis.

Lawson’s eyes darken as his hands land on my ass. “You’re way too fucking pretty to be looking at me like that.”

From any other man, it would sound like a cheesy line. From Lawson, it makes my chest flutter and my stomach flip-flop wildly.

“You’re incredibly handsome.” I bring my hand up, running my fingers through his thick beard. “More than that, you make me feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced.” I stretch up, and he dips his head so I can kiss him.

The face full of unruly facial hair is taking some getting used to, but his lips are so soft. I smile as I kiss him, working my pussy over his crown. If he wasn’t so damn tall, I could grind over all of his impressive length.

He’s so thick.

An extreme amount of girth, but I’m determined. We’ll fit together, or I’ll die trying. I’d probably also have a smile on my face.

His fingers dig into my skin. He’s firm with his touch, but not aggressive. It makes me feel safe and protected, even if the room is a little open for my liking.

His tip bumps my opening, and my nipples brush his strong chest. His soft stomach presses against mine, which leaves me feeling like I don’t have to suck in or try to hide my flaws. Apparently I’m just attracted to every single thing about Lawson.

Pulling my hand off his shoulder, I work it between us, grabbing his cock as I rise on my knees.

He breaks the kiss, shaking his head as he stands with no warning. “Sorry, sweetheart. Not gonna happen. I’m not fucking you for the first time in the bathtub.”

“How about the bathroom counter?” I blurt out, running my thumb around his crown.

His booming laugh fills the air. “Not there either, but I promise, I’ll be quick drying the two of us off.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lawson

Abby sits on the counter as I do my best to dry us off, but I know she won’t wait for much longer. She wiggles around and cups her stomach with her forearm as I squeeze the excess water out of my hair.

A low moan spills from her lips, and she bends in half.

I drop the towel, taking the few steps over to her. Once I have her upright, I push my mouth to hers.

Goddammit.

The water must have hid her rising temperature. She’s hot again, and her pheromones are everywhere.

I tease my free hand up her thigh and circle her clit, testing her opening with a finger. She sobs as I pull back and peck a final kiss on her lips.

“Plant your hands behind you and lean back,” I tell her.

She doesn’t hesitate, and I grin as I loop my left arm around her lower back to give her extra stability. Once she’s settled, I take a knee while keeping my other foot flat on the floor. Hopefully it will give me more flexibility to move around as needed.

I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t have much experience, but here’s hoping enthusiasm will make up for a lack of hands-on practice.

Abby lifts her legs, resting her knees on my shoulders, and I chuckle as she uses her feet and hands as leverage to lift herself up and shove her pussy closer to my face.

“Eager, sweetheart?” I chuckle and swipe my tongue over her swollen nub.

Raspberry and lemon.

Jesus.

My dick was mostly well-behaved as I dried us off, but he perks up. This isn’t about me, though. The first time I slide inside her, I want us both to be comfortable.

Bathroom quickies can come later.