Winter Baby Bump & Grind (Seasons in Montana: Winter)

3. Melissa

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Melissa

T he lingering fruity taste of cider clings to my lips as I sink into the warm water swirling in Ryan’s enormous tub. The man has always been able to kiss me senseless, and it shouldn’t surprise me that time has only improved his skill at igniting the fire in my belly.

But I’ve never been able to get enough.

Hell, for years, I couldn’t be in his vicinity for more than a few hours before I either seek him out for relief, or text him with some teasing photo that inevitably leads to an exchange ending with me with my hand down my panties. It’s always been this way with us, even after I left the university to focus on recovering from… well, after what happened all those years ago.

Not that he has a clue about the real reason I couldn’t return.

I push the memory from my mind as I swish my arms through the silky water, closing my eyes and drawing a deep breath. I wouldn’t think of the past now, not when there were more pleasurable and pressing matters to think of.

Like how I might be able to figure out exactly what the dynamic is between us now that I’m back.

Ryan slips into the churning water behind me, hardly making a sound above the bubbling of the jets. A small smile tugs at my lips when I feel his fingers slide over my hips and draw me back against him. His big, rough hands splay out over my curves, drawing lazy patterns against my skin as his mouth presses kisses along the curve of my neck.

“How’s the water?” he murmurs.

I lean back against him, settling into his lap so I can feel his hard, thick cock bump against the curve of my ass. His touch trails over my legs. First up to my knees, then down my soft, fleshy inner thighs in long, teasing strokes. With every pass, he inches my legs wider, open to him.

God, I missed this. I missed him.

“It’s perfect.” I sigh, the words coming out with reverence as his wandering hands drift over my stomach and slide over my generous curves.

“I can’t believe you weren’t going to call me.”

I bite back a grin when he fills his hands with my breasts, plucking at my stiff peaks. Pleasure ripples through me, gathering in my core and making me shift over him.

“You know how it is. Sisters before misters.”

His broad tip slides against my most intimate of spaces and I groan.

“Oh, right.” He thrusts his hips, moving against my opening and nudging against my bundle of nerves. “So, you want to give one of them a call now? Should I get the phone for you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

I twist to send him a sidelong glance. There’s something in his intense, heavy-lidded gaze. A shimmer of hurt that I didn't realize he’d been trying to mask, but the proud jut of his chin and the pulse in his cheek tell me what I know he won’t voice.

Even after all this time, he thinks he’s so damn tough. But I know behind all his stoic facade is a sweet and sensitive soul.

Spinning in the water, I cup his scruffy cheeks in my hands and wait for his gaze to meet mine. I bend to kiss away the unintended injury with soft, slow, seductive kisses.

“Because I’m here now, Ry. I’m with you now.”

His expression softens as he returns my kisses, hauling me closer so I can feel the press of our bodies against each other.

“It’s been a while since we were last like this. How long’s it been? About a year?” He cups my breasts and brushes his thumbs over my nipples.

Eight months, when I came to survey the coffeeshop with Kelsey and talk through the logistics of moving up.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Same safe word?”

“Mm, huckleberry, if I can speak.” My head lolls back when he lifts my breast out of the water and brings it to his mouth. His tongue lashes over one stiff peak, making my breath come in stutters. “Double taps if I can’t.”

Then he covers my mouth with his. A soft, sweet kiss that builds into something hotter. Hungrier. His tongue slides against mine. His teeth tug at my lip before soothing away the hurt with a suckle as I grind against his rigid length, the movement easy and fluid in the water.

His answering growl and possessive grasp on my hips ratchet up my desire for him as he drags me against his length, parting my lips with his broad head and rubbing against my clit.

Fuck.

“So, who’s been taking care of your needy little pussy since I last saw it?” His voice drops to a low, delicious rumble, and a full body shiver runs through me when he spins me around and positions me so I’m bent over and gripping the sides of the tub with my ass sticking out of the water.

“No one, really.” I gasp when he sinks lower into the water, spreads me wide and drags his tongue through my folds.

“No? No one else has tasted this pussy? Sucked on this clit?”

He does just that and I groan, pressing back against his mouth for more. “God, that feels so good.”

“I asked you a question, Mel.” Then, he smacks my ass hard enough to sting and I yelp even as the shock of it makes my core clench with need. “Who’s been taking care of this pretty pussy?”

“There’s only been one, but don’t worry, I’m clean.”

Another smack lands and the shock of it has me losing my footing, slipping back into the water. Ryan catches me, turning me around effortlessly as his hands snake between my thighs and he positions me in front of a jet.

Ohmygod.

“Who?” he demands, teeth grazing my earlobe as he spreads me wide and exposes my clit to the powerful stream of water.

I can’t keep dodging him. Can’t keep denying him.

Not when his fingers swirl over my clit and the powerful jets have me humping water and his hand. Moaning, I arch against him and claw at his shoulders for stability. “Just Bob. You know Bob.”

His grip flexes as he stiffens behind me. “Who the fuck is Bob?”

“You met him earlier. In the snow.”

“The eggplant?”

“ Yes ,” I hiss, writhing as the intensity builds and I pump my hips. So close now to my first release that I’m heedless of the sloshing of the water.

“Well, Bob can go on vacation,” Ryan growls as he works me harder. Faster. “I’m here now, Mel. I got you. And I want to see you cum.”

I come apart with the water pulsing against my pussy and Ryan’s hard, lean muscles anchoring me to him as I gasp and tremble.

“That’s it, Bunny. Let me take care of you.” He cradles me, peppering kisses along my temple and running his hands down my front as the tremors subside and I fight to catch my breath.

The use of his old, familiar nickname spreads warmth inside me. He used to use it liberally, but after we split, it’s only ever slipped out when we’re like this. When the heat between us smolders and our connection overrides all sense.

After a moment, I splay my hand against his chest and trace the ridges of his defined abdomen. “Ry?”

“Hm?” He grunts when I wrap my fingers around his thickness.

“If I have to send Bob away, I’m going to need something else to fill me up.”

He laughs, kissing me hard before carting me out of the bath.

In minutes, I’m towel-dried and laid out on the bed with Ryan’s head buried between my legs. His clever tongue flicks at my clit and slides along the seam of my pussy until I’m arching beneath him, fingers gripping his thick, dark hair and my moans echoing off the walls of his bedroom.

“Please, Ryan, please .” I buck against him. My breath comes in short, desperate gasps as his fingers delve into my channel and spread my arousal around my opening. “I need you inside me. Now. ”

He rises up, a smug smile on his beautiful, glistening mouth. “Anyone ever tell you good things come to those who wait?”

“Those people don’t know what it feels like to have you moving inside them.” I hook my arms around his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. My own flavor lingers on his lips, and I feel him there, notched at my entrance.

Swollen.

Broad.

Bare.

I roll my hips and trail hot kisses to his ear. “But I know, Ry. I know what it’s like to have your skin against mine, your cock stroking me deep, and your cum spilling out of me. And I want you to fill me with it again and again and ag—”

“ Fuck,” he breathes as he slides into me, sinking all the way to the hilt and making my eyes roll back in my head. He fills me like no one else does, and the sensation is so delicious I arch against him, pleasure rolling through me. “Only you do this to me, Mel. Only you make me crazy with need.”

Then his hand collars my throat in a loose hold, and I refocus on his fierce, burning gaze.

“You can forget about fucking Bob. Now, there’s only me. Just you and me.”

I smile up at him and wrap my fingers around his forearm, squeezing to signal that it’s okay. That I want this. I want him and I trust him, like I have so many times before. “Bob who?”

“Good girl.” His eyes flash and his mouth crashes down on mine as the words spiral through me, flooding my pussy with heat. He moves then, the friction glorious as my walls clench around him and he wraps his lips around one of my nipples. The sensations layer one over the other, heightened until my world narrows to him.

His murmured praise.

His careful, possessive touch.

His roaming, hot mouth.

And finally, his thick cock plunging into me, pounding me into the mattress like he’s claiming me as his. The thought is enough to make me hot all over, my body bucking under his, taking and pleading and begging for more until I can’t take it anymore. I double tap his wrist and he immediately releases me to grab my hips. Then he drives deep while my fingernails score his chest. One, two, three strokes is all it takes to send us both over the edge into bliss.

He pulses inside me for a long while, breathing raggedly against the curve of my neck. Then he plants a kiss above my collarbone, rolling us onto our sides as he gathers me in his arms, our bodies still connected.

Unable to resist, I run my fingers over the stubble of his jaw as his eyes drift shut. He’s still so damn beautiful, it makes my heart thud in my chest.

His high, defined cheekbones, straight nose, and olive skin. The dark slashes of his eyebrows and the slight furrow between them.

With my body still languid and humming, my tongue loosens. I run a fingertip across the curve of his lip and glance at his closed eyes.

“I missed you,” I blurt out.

“I missed you, too,” he answers without opening his eyes. “Friend.”

And my heart splits in two.