Chapter Eighteen
Sean
I couldn’t hold myself back from finally kissing her.
With the sweet scent of roasted marshmallows in the air and candles she’d lit everywhere, snuggled under a blanket beside each other in front of the fireplace, there was no way I could resist Winter any longer.
It turned into the most romantic, vulnerable moment we’ve shared, and when I made her laugh, I knew I had to taste her lips.
The kiss ended, and I sat here, my forehead lightly pressed to hers in awe.
I can’t stop staring at her, taking in every tiny detail on her face as I commit this moment to memory for the rest of my life.
She’s more special than I ever dreamed. I feel like when we were younger, it was just the tip of the iceberg.
She’s grown into such a wonderful, strong, smart, beautiful woman, and I’m counting my lucky stars I’m getting this moment with her right now.
That she’s willing to be vulnerable and show me she does still care about us means more than I can ever convey.
She finally breaks the silence as I’m busy counting every little freckle on her face. She whispers, “Promise me if it keeps snowing and we stay here for another night, we’ll get the tree out of the truck and decorate it. Just the two of us.”
I nod, sitting back. “I can’t think of a better idea.”
Glancing around the cabin, I take in the open floor space near one of the windows that would make the perfect spot to have a Christmas tree.
I’m not sure if the tree we cut down will fit, but if not, I’ll get her a smaller one without hesitation.
We’ll create our own Christmas memories together, which hopefully many years down the road we can look back on and cherish as a couple.
We finish our forgotten s'mores that ended up on our blanket, but were somehow still intact. My guess is the marshmallow was gooey enough to hold everything together; whatever the reason, I’m glad for it.
They were delicious, and now I understand why Winter is such a fan.
The fact that I got to taste her tongue when the time came to eat one only makes them that much more special in my opinion.
I hop up, place a few of the bigger logs on the fire, and tug my shirt off. I noticed her yawning earlier, so she must be worn out by now. “Ready to lie down?” I toss my shirt over the back of the couch, wondering if it’s too soon for me to ask if she wants to sleep in it.
“Yes, but um, you have something…” she stands, pointing to my face.
“Right here.” She lifts her hand and I bend down so she can easily reach, since she’s much shorter than I am.
Rather than wipe whatever it is away, she presses a kiss to my cheek.
Her tongue lightly licks the spot, and my brows jump.
She has no idea what her licking me is going to do, and there will be no way for me to hide my reaction if she doesn’t stop.
She kisses the spot once more before backing up a step, “It was chocolate from my fingers. I couldn’t let it go to waste. ”
I’m practically panting as desire cracks through me like a whip.
“Right, chocolate,” I mumble, breathless, as my heart beats double time.
I normally don’t sleep in my pants either, but removing them right now might not be the smartest thing.
Especially if she decides to lick me again.
It takes everything in me not to groan out loud with the enticing thought.
I fold the blankets down and shift the pillows around so she can crawl under them when she’s ready. “Do you want the side closest to the fireplace since it’ll die down some in the middle of the night? I sleep hot anyhow.”
“Sure,” she easily agrees. Her stare remains pinned on my naked chest as she pushes her leggings down to her ankles.
My lips part in surprise, my cheeks warm from the view of all her silky-smooth skin on display.
My mouth waters for another reason entirely, the chocolate long forgotten with the sweet treat right in front of me.
I try not to be rude and stare, but I also can’t help myself as I watch her fold her leggings and then set them off to the side.
She was worried about her thighs? I only see some sexy legs that are the perfect size for me to grip onto.
Next, she shifts around, moving her arms underneath her shirt.
A moment later, and suddenly her bra appears in one hand, all the while she never even removed her shirt.
I don’t know how women can do that, but it’s like magic watching it happen.
She places the bra on top of her folded leggings and then turns to face me fully.
I don’t have to see every inch of her exposed; her curves are already on display with her pants missing and her shirt fitting her like a glove.
There’s still enough of a chill in the air to cause her nipples to pucker, and my groin tightens at the way her full, round breasts lie underneath the material.
Christ, she’s sweet, sinful torture doing this to me right before I’m going to lie next to her.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to keep from getting hard while lying in bed beside her, knowing those tits are close enough for me to touch.
I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but she’s making it difficult enough for me that I probably won’t get much sleep tonight.
I’ll be staring at the ceiling all night long, trying to think of whatever helps deflate an inconvenient hard-on.
Ice baths! I can reminisce on how they feel from experience, and hopefully it’ll be enough to put me to sleep.
She makes her way to the mattress, and as she sits, legs spread, I get a peek at her panties.
They’ve got tiny sprigs of mistletoe and red bows printed all over them, and they’re snug enough that I can see the outline of her fat little pussy lips.
I’d never think of Christmas print underwear as sexy, but on her, I’m beginning to think I’ll like everything.
I lick my lips, unable to tear my gaze from her pussy until she’s tucked underneath the quilts.
I turn to the side some, so she can’t see how hard I am for her right now, and slide into bed.
I’m silently thanking every good deed I ever did for giving me the reward of witnessing Winter without half of her clothes on.
I know as soon as I close my eyes, I’ll be picturing her completely naked, and it’ll be impossible to sleep.
I clear my throat, finding it hard to formulate words at the moment when I’m so full of cum for her. “If you get cold, stay under the covers and wake me up, okay? I’ll add more wood to the fire so you don’t have to get up and freeze.”
She turns toward me, gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips. I wonder if she’d be okay with me kissing her again? “Are you like this all the time?”
“Like what?” My breath catches as she shifts closer, her hands landing on me.
One moves to my chest, while the other cups the side of my neck.
If she comes any closer, I swear she’ll find out just how happy I am to be lying beside her, and I’m trying to avoid that, not to put any pressure on her.
I want her to be comfortable beside me and sleeping soundly tonight, if possible.
“Thoughtful. I think your love language is acts of service.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She nods, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to my lips.
When she pulls back, desire burns in her irises.
She lies flat on her back, grabbing for my hands to pull me toward her.
She sets them on her hips, and it hits me that her shirts no longer there.
I shift my fingers higher, my palms gliding over her exposed skin, only to find she’s pushed her shirt all the way up.
My palms rest on her ribs, right underneath her breasts, and it’s taking everything in me not to move them to brush against her breasts and accidentally graze those hard nipples I saw moments ago.
“Jesus,” I groan, staring at her face, watching for any moment she may want me to stop. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel pressured, or like I expect this because we’re sharing a bed.”
She reaches for my jeans, popping open the button.
She lowers the zipper, reaching into my underwear and grabbing my cock as she admits, “I’ve dreamt of touching this cock.
” She pumps me roughly with her tight grip, making my hips shift forward and back.
“Of sucking it into my mouth, and then feeling you deep inside me, filling and stretching my pussy, for a very long time. I want you, Sean. Only you. Please? Will you put me out of my misery here and finish taking my clothes off?”
“You’re not the only one who’s thought of my cock deep inside your pussy, of making love to you until you're full of my cum. In my case, it’s been more times than I can count.
If I take your clothes off, I’m going to want a taste from everywhere.
I want my tongue in your pussy, in your booty, and all over your beautiful breasts.
I want to lick every single inch of you, you know, to see which parts are the sweetest.”
“Then by all means, have some dessert.” She invites with a whisper as she watches me kick my pants off, then she moves my hand underneath her panties.
She’s soaked, her underwear wet from her dripping slit. “Do you want my fingers inside of you first? Want me to fill your precious pussy and warm you up before shoving my big cock inside?” My fingers run through the wetness, loving how soaked my hand’s getting from her excitement.
“God, yes,” she whispers, her breath already choppy.