Chapter 26 Milk and Cookies #2
“Now I need a snack.” He stood, towering over me, his eyes wild and predatory as he hauled me to my feet and claimed my mouth again. This kiss was demanding and desperate, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
He pushed my T-shirt up and over my head, palming my breasts and pinching my nipples in a way that matched the urgency of his mouth. I fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He broke the kiss long enough to grab a handful of fabric behind his neck and yank it off.
We both worked to slide my pants and underwear off, along with his sweatpants and boxers that had ended up around his knees.
I stood naked before him, illuminated by the dancing lights streaming through the windows. His eyes raked over me, drinking in every curve and hollow like a man dying of thirst. When his fingers trailed down my stomach to the apex of my thighs, I nearly collapsed.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
His touch was gentle at first, exploring my slickness with maddening restraint. When one thick finger slipped inside me, my head fell back, a moan escaping my lips. He added a second finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.
Rudy dropped to his knees, his face level with my center, and my heart nearly stopped. As much as I wanted to feel his mouth on me, a more urgent need pulsed through my body.
I grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. “No.”
Confusion flickered across his face.
“I need you to fuck me. Now.”
Something feral flashed in his eyes, turning them nearly black. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, spun me around, and bent me over the table. The wood was cool against my heated skin as he positioned me, lifting one of my legs to rest on the chair beside us.
The position left me exposed, my chest pressed against the table while my ass was presented to him. The head of his cock nudged at my entrance, teasing me. My fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth surface, finding none.
“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” His voice was strained, the last threads of his control about to snap.
“Yes.”
He pushed inside, filling me inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was delicious, bordering on too much, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He paused when he was fully seated, allowing me time to adjust to his size.
“You okay?” His hands stroked down my back.
I nodded, unable to form words with him so deep inside me.
When I pushed back against him, silently begging for movement, Rudy took the hint.
He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that had the table creaking beneath us, which was saying a lot considering it was handcrafted and made of thick wood.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched the veil lights dance and then blur as pleasure built within me. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the angle allowing him to hit spots that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“So fucking beautiful,” he gritted out, one hand gripping my hip while the other snaked beneath me to find my clit.
The first touch of his fingers against that sensitive bundle of nerves had me keening. My inner walls clenched around him.
He pulled me upright, my back against his chest, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. The new position drove him even deeper, and I gasped at the sensation.
His other hand came up to rest gently at my throat, not squeezing but simply resting there, the weight of it oddly comforting as his hips continued their relentless pace.
“Mine,” he growled into my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my jaw.
The possessiveness in that single word pushed me closer to the precipice. His fingers returned to my clit, circling with just the right pressure as his thrusts became more erratic.
“Come for me, Neve. I need to feel you come around me.”
The combination of his words, his fingers, and the fullness of him inside me shattered the last of my restraint.
My orgasm hit, my body trembling so hard I thought my bones might shatter.
I cried out his name, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
Blue sparks danced along my skin, pulsing in time with the jolts of pleasure.
Rudy followed a moment later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against mine as he found his release. His arm tightened around my waist, holding me upright as my legs threatened to give out.
For several heartbeats, we remained frozen in that position, connected in the most intimate way possible, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. The sky continued its silent dance outside the window, bathing our intertwined bodies in an otherworldly glow.
When Rudy finally slipped from my body, he turned me gently in his arms, brushing my disheveled hair from my face.
My gaze drifted to the table where our abandoned milk and cookies sat, the plate now askew from our activities. A laugh bubbled out, slightly hysterical with post-orgasmic bliss.
“What?” Rudy’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I’ll never look at milk and cookies the same way again.”
A slow grin spread across his face, and the laughter that erupted from both of us seemed to chase away the last of my North Pole anxiety.