Nobody Does It Better(19)

I’m having him, so I can move on from him.

But it feels so good to tell him what I want. “Maybe because a certain someone didn’t want us to,” I tease.

Laughing, he sets a finger to my lips. “Don’t say her name. It’s just you and me tonight.”

And that reminds me yet again that this is for tonight. So I’ll take tonight. I run my hands through his damp hair. “By the way, I presume you’re spending the night.”

He laughs, tossing his head back. “You’re not kicking me out now, snow bunny. The roads are closed, the snow isn’t stopping, and I don’t even have any service on my cell.”

“You need a cell to drive?”

“I need a cell if there’s a problem. I’m a fireman. We’re trained to deal with emergencies, and I find it best if we don’t cause any, but should I encounter any, I want to be prepared. A working cell helps.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Well, you can put out the fires here, then.”

He gazes appreciatively at me as he slides his hands along my thighs. “You got a fire I need to extinguish?”

I dip my hand between his legs and squeeze his erection. “I think we both do.”

He groans, his eyelids hooded. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I bury my face in his neck, kissing my way to his ear. “Want to pass the time again?”

“Hell, yeah.”

I rub against him, kissing him, getting us both so worked up we’re groaning and gasping, and I’m sure the deer and woodland creatures are cringing and covering their ears in embarrassment.

But before we do it in the water, I set my hands on his chest. “Hot tubs are great, but I’d really like to get you in my mouth, and also not drown nor have you freeze.”

“Enough said.”

Seconds later, we’ve grabbed our clothes and keys, scurried inside, and locked the door behind us. I tell him to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace.

With the fire warming my skin, I drop down to my knees and take his cock in my hand, savoring the velvety steel of his length. He jerks against me, my name like a dirty prayer on his lips.

One firm stroke and I let go and dip my head between his legs. I wrap my lips around his shaft, taking him in deep.

“Fuck, Vanessa,” he says, and his hands dart into my hair.

Drawing him in, I thrill at the wonderful reality. This man is mine tonight.

He’s resplendent like this, with his thick, strong legs spread, his big arms around my head, his body slouched into the couch. I cup his balls, toying with them as I suck.

He tastes so damn good because it’s him. As I bring him to the back of my throat, he grunts, making the dirtiest sounds. Then he thrusts hard, nearly making me gag.

In a split second, he stops, yanks me up, and stares at me with wild, dirty eyes. “Get on my face while you do that.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He slides down so he’s flat on the couch. “I need to eat this pussy while you suck me dry.”

A spark ignites in me, lit in my core and spiraling through my body from his filthy words. “I’ve never sixty-nined,” I admit.

He blinks. “No?”

“Never.”

He sighs, like a satisfied man. “That’s fucking awesome. That’s the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’m going to come so hard, baby. You okay with that?”

I smile sheepishly. “I think I’ll like it.”

He slides me around, tugging me to his face so I’m practically draped on him. At the first flick of his tongue, I groan like an animal.

“Oh God,” I breathe out, and he moans too, licking me as I return his cock to my mouth.

He spreads my legs wider, lapping me up as I draw him back into me. It’s heady and dirty, the way we are, draped over each other’s bodies, lavishing dizzying attention with tongues and mouths and now . . . fingers.

Oh God. Dear Lord.

I shudder, my entire body shaking as pleasure kaleidoscopes through me from his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers fucking me.

Everything, every damn thing about this moment is so intense, so erotic.

So intimate.

Is it insane to feel closer to him right now than when we were fucking? I’m not looking in his eyes. He’s staring at my ass, if he’s even looking. Hell, my mouth is full of his thick, hard cock, but with his groans and my sounds and the wildness, I feel closer. So close that pleasure tightens in my belly.

I can’t keep him in my mouth. I let go, his cock falling from my lips, as I give in to the storm inside me, to the swirl of sensations, to the burst of pleasure.

Over and over, it builds from his tongue licking me, caressing me, his fingers in me and on me and spreading me, and it’s like he’s fucking me with his mouth and his hands at the same time.

And his sounds.

The noises he makes are lustful, carnal moans that tell me he loves doing this to me.

And I love what he’s doing so damn much that the desire pulses between my legs and the exquisite ache ramps up until finally I climb to the heavens, soaring in ecstasy, babbling, shouting, crying out.

I’m incoherent as I come ridiculously hard on his face.

And before I know it, he’s spinning me around, hunting for another condom, but I shake my head. “Clean, I’m clean. Are you?”