Page 34 of Cabin Fever Baby
I bit a little harder, letting the material snap back as I released her.
She hissed and tipped her head back. All the while she rocked against me until I was a little mad with it. I wasn’t sure if my head was spinning from my concussion or from her.
I didn’t much care either way.
I tunneled my fingers into the backs of her soft pants to find even softer skin underneath the flannel. I tipped her hips forward and rubbed against her warmth.
She pulled at my shirt, and I helped her, tossing mine over near hers.
“Good lord.”
The haze dissipated as I grinned. “I use my row machine when I can’t figure out an idea.”
“You must need to figure out a lot.” She trailed her finger over the hair on my pecs to the ridges of my abs to the waistband of my sweats then gave me a bit of return attention before she placed another kiss along my neck. “You smell like the woods had sex with a wood nymph.”
I laughed, then groaned when her fingers snuck under the waistband of my sweats to curl around my shaft. “Fuck.”
“We will definitely be doing that.”
“You want that? A fuck?”
“To start.” She grinned as she maneuvered me out of my sweats and dragged the tip of me against her soft belly. “It’s been a while. To say I’m pent up would be an understatement.”
Hissing, I pushed myself into her hand.
“So, don’t hate me for using your body for the first round.”
“Whatever you need, Angel.”
Her eyes flared a bit. “I like that.”
“And I really like that you tell me what you want. I’ll go slow and figure the rest out next time,” I said then took her mouth and groaned as she stroked me.
The elastic and angle had me grunting and lifting my hips for release. She got the hint and scrambled back so we could both get rid of our pants. I stood first and she crawled over to me.
“Oh, hell.”
She scraped her nails up my thighs. “No Santa gnomes this time?”
I hissed. “Don’t like the candy canes?”
She wiggled her fingers up the leg of my boxer briefs to tease my balls. “I am only interested in one candy cane at the moment.” Then she jerked my boxers down and curled her fingers around my shaft to push me up so she could lick the underside.
I kicked them aside and opened my legs against the onslaught of her mouth on me. Her angel bright hair fell down her shoulders. I pushed the strap of her bra off and groaned at the soft pink tip revealed. She moaned as I tugged at the tip, rolling it between my fingers gently then with more pressure as she panted over my cock.
“You wet for me, Angel?”
She hummed around my shaft, taking me deeper.
“Reach down and show me.”
Her eyes darkened as she used her other hand to dip into her scarlet panties. She worked herself as she worked me, and I resisted the urge to throw my head back and just drain myself down her throat.
I didn’t want this over.
Then she pulled her hand out of her underwear and brought it up to smear along my belly.
“Fuck.”