Snowbound

by CJ Martín

  She has this all wrong. I spin around to face her. She takes a step back but I follow. She takes another step back and then another until she is up against the wall. “You think I don’t want you? That I haven’t wanted inside you since the day we first met?” I push my dick into her, hard. Her eyes glaze over and she bites her lower lip.

  I continue. “I just want you to be sure. I don’t want you to regret this.” My voice has a hard edge to it. I want her to know what she does to me. How much I want her. How much control I’ve been exercising to take my time. To do this right.

  She takes my face in both palms and directs my eyes to hers. “I could never regret you.” Her wide, honest eyes show me that she means what she says. “I would regret if we didn’t do this.”

  Rather than say something stupid—was the word love actually running through my mind?—I kiss her. I kiss her hard, pouring every ounce of what I’m feeling into the kiss. Her hands drop to my shoulders and pull me closer.

  “Elena,” I whisper her name as I pull back from her. My head dips to rest in the V of her sweater and I nestle my face between her tits. What a fucking good place to be. I nip at the swell of her right breast and then the left, loving the way she gasps as my teeth make contact.

  Palming her breasts, I step back and fall to my knees. My hands hold her, squeeze her, as I kneel before her. Her head is thrown back against the wall, eyes closed, and I watch her for a moment or two in reverence. Whether I say it aloud or not, I know in this moment, without a shadow of a doubt, I love her.

  I’ve always loved her.

  I trail my hands down her torso to the bottom of her sweater. I hike it up over her ass and begin to tug her leggings down. She’s impatient and helps me as she shimmies them down her legs and steps out of them. I start at her calf, kissing my way up. I plant a soft kiss on the inside corner of her knee, a spot I know from past experience is her weakness, and she shivers. I smile against her skin. I continue my way up her inner thigh, stopping only when I get to the juncture between her legs.

  Her damp panties mold to her body, outlining every contour. I place an open mouthed kiss over the fabric, feeling her heat, tasting her earthiness.

  “Anders.” She moans my name. My lips rise in satisfaction.

  I kiss down the opposite thigh, pausing again inside her knee. Her breath hitches and her body trembles. I hook my thumbs underneath the band of her panties and drag them down. I pull back and admire her naked from the waist down. So fucking beautiful. I wish I had the restraint to wait longer, appreciate her just a few moments more, but I don’t. I can’t.

  I kiss her pubic bone and her body trembles in anticipation. My mouth moves lower and I flick my tongue over clit. Her back arches away from the wall and she cries out. I repeat the motion, flicking over the tight bundle of nerves. She is close already. Her breathing is choppy and her fingernails pierce my shoulders. “Oh my… Anders.” She screams.

  I pull back right before she peaks. I’m not trying to be cruel, but I need her ready for me. I need her wetter than she’s ever been. Her eyes fly open, unfocused as she looks down at me. “Anders.” She moans, this time in disapproval.

  I lick my lips and look up at her. “Baby, I need you to be ready for me.”

  “I’m ready.” She agrees.

  “Not yet,” I say. Using my palms I spread her wider. She must be too desperate with need to be embarrassed because she makes no attempt to stop me. Hooking my hand around her left thigh, I lift it up and place it over my shoulder. I run my nose up along her thigh, inhaling the scent that is Elena.

  She whimpers as my mouth finds her center again. This time I go at her harder, sucking her clit before licking down her seam. I take her clit back into my mouth and thrust two fingers into her, roughly. She takes them both easily, so slippery and smooth that her wetness runs down her thighs. She bucks her hips, and any control that I had snaps.

  Her orgasm comes on so suddenly that it takes me by surprise. Her body convulses and she cries my name over and over. Each time she screams my name I reward her with another hard thrust. Just as she is coming down, I remove my fingers. She begins to close her legs, but I place my hands on either thigh, keeping her spread open for me. My tongue finds her once more, probing, and her orgasm peaks again.

  She grabs my hair fiercely as the waves of pleasure wash over her. On and on this way, one orgasm bleeding into the next. When she’s had enough, body spent and weak, I pull back. I slowly stand and face her. Her eyes are bright and sated, a lazy smile forming on her lips.

  “Now.” My grin is cocky as hell. “You’re ready now.”

  Anders carries me upstairs to the bedroom. I’m thankful because I don’t think I could walk now even if I wanted to. He sits me down on the bed and walks toward the nightstand. When he turns around I’ve already removed my sweater and bra and tossed them to the side, so I sit before him naked.

  He sucks in a sharp breath. “Christ,” he murmurs in appreciation. He throws a string of condoms on the bed and I read the label. Magnum XL. I squeeze my legs together. We are really doing this. But then a scarier thought replaces the last. Will he fit?

  I draw in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I don’t want to be nervous. More importantly, I don’t want Anders to know that I’m nervous or he’ll stop this. And I definitely don’t want to stop.

  I reach for his belt buckle. “You have too many clothes on.”

  His grin is cocky. “Do I?”

  “Yes.” I already have his jeans unbuttoned and am working them down his muscular thighs. My fingers smooth over the corded muscle, massaging him as I trail down. Once at his heels, he steps out of his jeans.

  I sit on the edge of the bed, legs open wide enough for Anders to stand in between them. The way I’m sitting, his crotch is right at eye level and his erection pokes up in his boxer briefs. I skim my hand up the underside of his shaft, and I notice a small dark circle has formed on his boxers, indicating his excitement.

  His hands grip my upper arms as I stroke him softly through the fabric. His head hangs heavy and his eyes flutter closed.

  “Fuck.” His labored breathing is the only sound I can focus on.

  I loop my fingers underneath the band of his boxers and tug down. He springs free before me, the tip glistening, and I dip my head to lick him, wanting more than anything to taste his arousal.

  I kiss the head, sucking the sweetness off him and he groans so deep, grips my arms so hard, that I pull back.

  “I can’t…” His voice is hoarse, strained.

  I look up at him, my eyes questioning.

  “I won’t last.” He chokes out.

  I nod in understanding, secretly loving that I can make him lose himself. Lose his self-control. My hands skim up to his waist, gripping the hem of his shirt. I draw it up and he raises his hands to help me. Finally, he stands before me naked.

  I admire his body. From the strong line of his jaw to the ripped pecs of his chest, and down over the waves of his abdomen. My eyes take in his trim hips, follow the thin trail of hair down to where his erection stands thick and long. I lick my lips, still tasting him on me. My perusal continues south over his strong thighs, down his calves, landing at his feet. My gaze darts from his feet to his cock. Yep. The saying is definitely true.

  After looking my fill, I lean back on the bed and spread my legs wide. The heat is his eyes make me feel beautiful and wanton. I crook my finger to call him over to me. No more waiting. I am ready.

  He leans over me, arms resting on either side of my head. His lips find my ear. His tone is sincere, awestruck, as he whispers, “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

  My body warms, skin heating from head to toe. I arch into his touch when his lips continue kissing and licking their way down my jaw, across my collarbone, down my torso. He stops to place a soft kiss on each nipple before he continues kissing down my ribs. He licks around my belly button and I squirm beneath him. I watch as a slow smile plays at his mouth.

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sp; He continues licking and rests at my pubic bone, placing a final kiss there. He looks up at me, his blue-grey eyes intense as he brings his hand down between my legs.

  “So wet,” he murmurs as he pushes two fingers inside me.

  I whimper as he thrusts them in and out, slowly at first, but faster as I moan and pant beneath him. He spreads his fingers, stretching me wide and I know he’s readying me for what’s to come.

  He withdraws and reaches for the condoms that are lying beside me.

  I watch in awe as he kneels before me and rolls a condom over his impressive length. That will be inside me very soon.

  I don’t even realize I’ve squeezed my legs together until Anders’s gentle fingers are nudging them apart.

  “Open up, baby,” he whispers above me.

  I let my legs fall open, although every instinct is telling me to snap them shut. He won’t fit. This is going to hurt. This is really happening.

  “You’re sure?” He asks me one last time as he poises himself over my entrance. His tip probes my opening and a rush of wetness floods my core.

  “Yes.” I breathe. That husky voice is definitely not my own.

  “I’ll go slow, be gentle,” he says, eyes on mine, “but it may hurt.”

  “I know.” I don’t want to talk anymore. “Anders, now.”

  My tone tells him all he needs to know. He braces himself, resting his elbows alongside my chest and he takes both my hands in his. His forearms hold his weight as he begins to sink into me. Slowly. Very slowly.

  The muscles in his jaw tick and he grips my hands tighter. This must be killing him.

  He continues to push and a sense of discomfort sweeps across my body. Not pain exactly, but not a good feeling either.

  “Okay?” His teeth are clenched tight.

  I nod and he pushes farther. A sharp pain tears across my body. “Oh,” I cry out.

  He loosens the grip on my hands and pulls back, not all the way out, but enough that my body can relax for a moment.

  I breathe in. “Don’t stop.”

  When he pushes inside me again, it’s not quite as intense since my body is more prepared and stretches to accommodate him.

  Still holding my hands he pushes in a little more. His eyes question mine and I nod. Still deeper. Again I nod. Deeper yet. Why does he have to be so big?

  His eyes never leave mine as he slowly withdraws, and my body relaxes a bit more before he re-enters, inch by delicious inch. Finally he’s all the way seated. He remains perfectly still and my discomfort ebbs away little by little.

  He doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare into my eyes. His jaw remains clenched.

  I’m desperate to know what he’s thinking. “How does it feel for you?” Please don’t be disappointed.

  His words are strained. “Fucking amazing.”

  A smile forms on my lips. “You could move.” I encourage.

  He blows out a cool breath. “I don’t think I can.” My eyebrows rise in question before he says, “I just need a minute.”

  Desire courses through me, primal and raw, and my walls contract around him, hugging him.

  His nostrils flare. “Don’t.”

  My body responds instinctually to his tone and I grip him again. “Don’t what?” I question.

  “That.” His head falls into the crook between my neck and head and he nuzzles. “You feel so good. I can’t…”

  “You feel good too.” I kiss his jawline. “Please, I want you to move.” I tip my hips up to meet his.

  He grunts and his hips thrust forward. A delicious pain tears through me but quickly turns to pleasure. “Anders, please.”

  “Elena.” He rocks his hips forward again, slowly. “You’re so tight. So wet.”

  “Please,” I cry again, digging my nails into his hands.

  He thrusts slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back into me, inch by agonizing inch. I’ve never felt so full, stretched to the breaking point. The feeling is indescribable.

  The pace is slow as he allows my body to adjust to him. My fingers curl against his and my body opens. My hips begin to rock against his on their own volition. Each downward thrust of his hips causes mine to rise up to meet him. The friction is exquisite.

  “Elena.” He croaks. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

  He tries to pull out of me, but I’m not ready for this to end. I wrap my heels around his ass and pull him closer, causing him to slip in a little deeper. My hips lift and he hits a spot that causes me to spasm around him.

  “Fuck.” His thinly veiled control snaps and he thrusts a little harder, hitting that spot over and over again. Within seconds I feel his dick twitching inside of me. The pulsing of his cock, combined with his primal groan, has my nerves on overload and I tip over the edge once again.

  Still inside me, I pull at him, the rhythmic pulsing of my center milking him.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His hips jut forward. “Fuck.” He releases my hands and collapses straight down on top of me. He lies there for a long minute before he withdraws. The feeling is unusual but not painful. I sit and watch with downcast eyes as he slips the condom off and I notice the faint trace of blood. He notices it to.

  “Are you okay?” He ties the condom and throws it in the trashcan.

  “Yeah.” My eyes sweep around the room in search of an interesting place to land.

  Still naked he sits on the bed in front of me. My eyes go to his cock which still looks hard.

  His fingers tip my chin up. “You sure you’re okay?”

  The warmth in his eyes heats my insides. “Yes.” I turn my head and rest my cheek in his palm. He kisses the top of my head and pulls back. Standing, he bends down and grabs a pair of black sweat pants from a nearby laundry basket. He pulls them on, not bothering with boxers.

  How will I concentrate now, knowing what is beneath those pants?

  He catches my stare and gives me a sexy smile. He knows what he does to me. I think I hear him chuckle as he heads down the steps, but I can’t be sure.

  My heart falls as I watch his departing back. Is that it? No snuggling? No talking? Maybe that stuff doesn’t happen in real life. Maybe it’s something that only happens in movies and books.

  I draw the sheet closer around me, unsure of what to do, and then I see Anders coming back up the steps.

  He smiles at me again, but pauses as he takes in my crestfallen expression.

  “I thought you left,” I whisper, almost to myself.

  “What?” He looks confused.

  “You just left.” I hate that my voice is unsure.

  “Baby.” He sits down on the edge of the bed in front of me. “I just went to get this.”

  My eyes follow the movement of his hands and rest on a soft washcloth. My skin flushes.

  “I would never leave you. Especially after our first time together.” Anders places his hands over mine and works them down my body. The sheet pools around my waist and the cool air hits my sensitive skin, causing my nipples to pebble.

  “Lie down.” His voice is deep and authoritative.

  I lie back on the pillows and he drags the sheet the rest of the way down. He gently spreads my legs apart and draws the warm washcloth across my center. My skin heats, and of all the emotions firing in my brain, nervousness wins out.

  “You don’t have to do that.” I bite my lip and look away.

  “I want to.” The sincerity in his voice causes me to not argue.

  I relish the feel of his hands and fingers on me once again. The warm washcloth only adds to the pleasure of Anders’s touch. He finishes cleaning me and leans forward to place a soft kiss on my pubic bone. “All done.”

  “Thank you.” I thread my fingers through is hair.

  “You’re quite welcome.” He rests his chin on my belly so he can look up at me.

  I smile down at him.

  “So, how was it?” He tries to disguise the insecurity in his voice with his normal indifferent attitude, but I recognize
it nonetheless.

  “Anders,” I say, tugging his hair to bring his face close to mine. I try to put into words what I’m feeling. “That was the most incredible, the most perfect, the most extraordinary…”

  He chuckles and any touch of insecurity is gone. “Keep going.” He bites my lower lip.

  “The most intimate, the most —”

  “Orgasmic?” He offers.

  “That too.” I smile. “It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  “It will only get better,” he says, dropping his head alongside mine on the pillow.

  “Better?” My voice is incredulous.

  “Oh yeah.” He confirms. “Much better.”

  “Show me now.” I’m only half-joking.

  He shakes his head. “Easy, baby. You’re going to be sore.”

  “You are rather large.”

  The corners of his lips rise in a self-satisfied grin. “But you like my big cock.”

  I gasp.

  He chuckles again. “You do. Admit it.”

  “Anders.” I squeal as his fingers tickle my ribs.

  “Admit it. You love my big cock.” He is relentless as his fingers move up and down from my ribs to my belly, tickling me until I’m heaving below him, breathless.

  “All right.” I finally succumb. “I love your big cock.”

  Pleased, he acquiesces. “Okay. Okay. I get it. You like my big cock.” His sexy wink has me wanting to deny him all over again. “Hungry?”

  He has no idea. “Mmmhmm.”

  “For food.” He clarifies. “God, I’ve created a sex monster,” he says in mock horror.

  “Shut up.” I hit him. “I’ve waited twenty-one years for this. I plan to take full advantage. Explore the possibilities.”

  “I’m a lucky, lucky man.” His eyes sweep over my still naked body.

  I raise my eyebrows, wanting to say something sarcastic to tease him but think better of it. “Go get our food. I’ll get dressed.”

  “Don’t get dressed.” He commands.

  “But…?”

  “I want you naked. I want to admire what’s mine. All night long.” His eyes pulse with heat.

  “Anders.” I protest. “I’m not going to sit around naked while I eat my dinner.”