We kiss for a long time. Unlike the first time we were together, this is more mellow. Gentler. And I love this dangerously slow, teasing and provocative pace. It forces me to really think about each pass of my lips over his, each stroke and slide of our tongues. We lose ourselves to the moment, prolonging it, acutely aware of every touch and sound. We live through every millisecond.
And right now I need Brecken’s slower speed that draws out every drop of lust and gratefulness. His mouth explores mine with assured strokes and nibbles, his large, callused hands roaming over my skin. Dexterous fingers unsnap my bra and I wriggle out of it, his cock a persistent, rigid bar at my core. I grind on him purposefully, letting him see how wet I am for him, even through my panties.
“This is for you,” I admit. “You get me so hot. Soaking wet.” I secure his lower lip between my teeth and gently pull on it, kissing him. “And I want you inside me so much.” I repeat the move on his top lip. “But I’m going to say thank you first. As my legal counsel,” I whisper into his mouth, our kiss sensual and slow.
With my breasts pushing against his warm body, I taste my way down his incredible physique. I discover every tight, hard muscle group, alternating between a flat tongue and puckered-lip kisses. His ribs are prominent, muscles coming at me from all angles as his lungs expand. Stacks upon stacks of muscles are gloriously displayed for me to gorge on, my mouth desperate to familiarize itself with the square shapes of his abdominals.
Fuck, he’s delicious. And finding out he sleeps naked makes we want to devour this man for breakfast.
Slowly, I make my way down to his lower abs, his masculine scent only driving me more insane, hungrier, as I close in on my goal. And of course, he has a V, showing me where to lick my way down. His skin is completely smooth with no happy trail to navigate. My loose hair trails over his body, his hands running over it, through it. When I slide my eyes up, it’s to find him watching me.
Of course, he is.
He tucks a forearm under his head as he toys with my hair, studying me.
My cheek bumps against his crown as I continue to suck and explore. I avoid the huge erection that rests against his lower belly, building his frustration, his tattered moans and harsh breaths feeding my ego.
At last, I lick along his glorious cock, root to tip and back again. It has his dick jerking, his hips lifting as he chases more of my mouth. I grip his swollen shaft and tongue it from all sides, sinking my mouth over the crown when he’s wet all over. The taste of pre-cum hits the back of my mouth before his cock does.
“Eyes up here,” he murmurs.
With slow intent, my eyes crawl up his body until we’re connected not only physically, but what feels emotionally too. Pulling away, I tongue his slit, teasing the velvet-soft head with puffed-up lips. With our eyes still glued together, I gobble him down.
“Fuck," he hisses, transfixed by my every movement. “Winter, goddamn.”
His taste is addictive. Rhythmically, I lave his steel shaft, running the tip of my tongue against the vein on the underside as I graze my nails, once, against his balls. He’s so broad, so thick in my mouth, long and powerful and throbbing. So I eat his dick like I’ve not fed in weeks, Brecken cursing under his breath.
My jaw begins to ache. I pull off him, jacking him with a tight hand to find his searing gaze focused on me. I dip my head, my tongue out as I lick him like a delicious treat.
“Stop teasing me, and take me down, Winter.”
I don’t mean to tease him. So I take him deep, bobbing up and down on him as his hand threads through my hair to coax me further. After Luca gave me an abrupt course on how to deep-throat, I relax my throat and let Brecken ease himself in.
“Jesus,” he rasps, his throbbing cock filling me so good, my lungs constricting.
I run a hand over his inked abs, relishing the way they strain and tense. I let him fuck my mouth, his harsh grunts slicking my sex. He expands inside my throat, coming a second later with a guttural roar, pulsing out his hot release on the back of my tongue. Greedily, I swallow every drop, cleaning him with my mouth until he starts to soften. Even then, reluctant to stop tasting his manly, musky flavor, I lave at him until he puts a finger under my chin and stops me.
By now, his breathing has calmed so our eyes snag in the silence. Unsure of how to proceed from here, I trail my palms up towards his pecs, exploring every groove and divot again.
He expels a harsh breath. “Mind. Blown,” he tells me, a relieved laugh tumbling out of me. I lay out on top of his warrior body as his arms wrap around me. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, seriously.”
There’s a puff of laughter, and I think it’s the first time I’ve caused that reaction. “I just need to wallow in the afterglow before I move,” he explains.
“That’s fine. I want to be held.”
He rolls me to my back, pinning me down with a heavy thigh across mine. I feel more cocooned in his arms like this, and I shift even closer to the welcoming heat of his body. “You’ll never have to worry about that video again.”
Opening myself up to him, trying to demonstrate how much I want him as well, I reveal, “I know. But it’s not just Levi and London that worry me.”
“Something else?”
The three of them will need to learn this part of me sooner or later, and while I don’t intend to hide it, it’s hard to talk about. “There’s been a lot of snow. The resort will probably make some controlled explosions in the morning.”
His eyes drink in my expression. “Right,” he answers.
“…Four years ago,” I start shakily, “I was caught in an avalanche. I was only covered by a foot or two of snow, but my parents and sister were further down the slope, six feet of snow hiding any sign that they’d even been there. They couldn’t get out from under the weight of it, and the rescuers couldn’t locate them in time. Neither could I.”