12 #2
He lifted me under my butt like I weighed nothing—and to him I probably did—and carried me towards the bathroom. He tripped but easily recovered, ignoring my yelp and my clutching onto him as my heart raced for a different reason.
“You okay?” I worried when he also stopped walking.
“Yeah, just, you know, caught sight of the magical apples from the gods and that’s—they’re just sitting on your counter, Bev. Maybe not the best place for them?”
“Who—what?” The topic change threw me and then I looked where he was. “Right, but like what should I do with them?” I frowned when his expression was funny. “What?”
“Clare comes in here. Doesn’t Nelly?” He nodded when I winced and then set me down. “So let’s hide them. Wait, same amount?”
“It would be bad if the housekeeper ate food from our rooms, right?” I hedged.
He snorted. “Like you’d care if she ate an apple of yours?”
I thought of it a minute as I collected them. “No, but from my room? Without asking? That would be weird and she can come in here, but she’s really not supposed to after Kelton explained my past with maids.”
“Yeah, it would, but—let’s just hide them. Maybe get you a safe.”
“Fair.”
We ended up picking an inconspicuous, opaque container on my huge shelves for all my toy-making materials. There was no way Nelly or Clare would look there unless they were snooping, and I did confirm it was the same number.
“I hope they don’t go bad,” I mumbled.
He chuckled but confirmed he’d thought the same but yeah, like it was all crazy. “Time-in?”
I gave a shrug as if not sure what to say or how to get back on track and then just raised my arms like I was ready to be picked back up. It seemed to be the best move?
Winter took that as acceptance and like he was happy with it, sweeping me up again and continuing on our way. He set me on my feet outside of my massive shower that could honestly fit half a football team if they were all stuffed in there. “Undress for your man. Slowly. Seductively.”
“Isn’t everything I do seductive?” I teased as I reached for the hem of my shirt.
“Yeah, and it’s half the reason I get jealous and you’re going to get more of my caveman behavior,” he threw right back and raised a challenging eyebrow.
I didn’t. I wanted the fun and he’d made it clear I hadn’t done anything wrong. That was all I wanted.
“You already washed your hair today, right?” he checked, not bothering to start the water. The system was so good it literally took two seconds to warm up, so it would be just wasting water.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Good, then it’s just touching my dirty woman.” He licked his lips in a way that made it clear he didn’t think my body was, but he planned on changing that after the shower.
But I honestly loved the lines and swallowed back a shiver. I slowly peeled off my clothes and turned one way and another for him to get better views of me. It worked from the bulge in his jeans.
I understood enough of the game he wanted to play that when I was naked, I swallowed my nerves and asked what I knew he wanted. “What do I do next, Winter?”
A feral look filled his eyes, and he practically tore off his shirt before he leaned into me. “Obey. You’re going to obey your man, little sexy. Unless it’s something you don’t like, then you tell me, okay?”
“I’ll try.”
He pressed his lips to my ear. “Good girl.”
I shivered, liking to hear that when it came from Winter. Gentle, calm, and chill Winter. Him getting like this to play with me or because he got jealous over me was… I wasn’t sure, but maybe it was another way I was messed up?
I wasn’t sure I cared. I was just enjoying it and then the view of him naked before he carried me into the shower and turned on the water.
Then I really enjoyed the view of him wet and naked.
Fuck, did I ever.
He washed us, taking his time with me in a way that drove me nuts. I was absolutely out of my mind and desperate by the time he set the soap on the dish.
And he knew it.
“Kneel, little sexy.” He nodded when my eyes went wide. “I know you haven’t done it and I’m fine if you don’t. I just want to see you there.” He licked his lips in a sexy way but also somehow let me know what he was planning for later. “I dream of seeing your face there.”
“I don’t know that I’m ready,” I worried.
“That’s fine. Stroke me then. Touch me only.”
I searched his eyes and realized it was more if I would do it when he would for me. Maybe? Or just… I wasn’t sure, but it was Winter. My sweet Winter who wouldn’t demean me or make it about something it shouldn’t be.
So I slowly knelt and shivered at the heat that filled his eyes. He really, really wanted this. Or just that I would obey when we played? I wasn’t sure, but it was hot.
I cupped his balls and played with him, shivering again when his head dropped back and he groaned. The view up his abs and chest, the line of his neck and getting to see him that way made me squirm and fresh wetness drip. He was so ridiculously sexy and I wanted him.
I wanted everything with him. I truly did. I swallowed my nerves and grabbed his dick and gave the shaft a small kiss.
“Fuckkkkkkkk, Bev. Yeah, just do that. Fuck, that’s good. If you’re not ready to suck it, just let me feel your soft lips,” he said with a lot of groans. He moved his big hand to my hair but didn’t push me or try to guide me, more like so we were connected.
I nodded and kissed and licked his shaft as I stroked him and played with his balls. I could handle this. It was actually… Fun. I loved his reaction. The noises he made were so sexy, and the way he groaned my name was seriously making my body drip.
“Gonna come,” he warned me. “Wanna mark you.” He nodded when I stared up at him. “I want to finish on your big tits. Let me.”
It was honestly more of a question and a hope, a bit of demand and begging, so I nodded. I moved my face away and his hand covered mine. He took control and was much rougher than I would ever be. The eye contact was intense and his hand was still on my head, but it was more possessive now.
That was clear when he growled “mine” as he finished, his cum landing on my breasts, staying there because he was blocking the water.
“Perfect.” He lifted me up so I was pressed against him, his spunk getting on him as well, but that didn’t seem to matter.
I didn’t know if that was intentional to show me that or it really just wasn’t a big deal.
I didn’t think about it long because he pressed me against the tiles and kissed me breathless. He made sure to rinse us and then turned the water off before scooping me up again.
I made him pause just to put the spray-in conditioner in my hair even if I didn’t wash it because brushing it later would be a joke without it. He muttered that was good to know and then did it, making sure to scrunch it in before tossing me on the bed.
“Face down and away from me,” he instructed. “Push that ass up in offering if you want pleasure from your man.”
Yes. Please.
He chuckled when I did it immediately and basically was on my knees with my shoulders down. Sure, do whatever because I knew it would be good.
“Yeah, it’s always good between us,” he muttered as he got on the bed, making me realize I’d said it out loud and burying my face in the bedding. He didn’t linger on it, moving my legs out so I was flatter and then between them so I was open to him. “Is this pussy mine?”
He chuckled when I simply whimpered. He slid an arm under me and squeezed my breast. “These big tits I just marked?” He growled when I whimpered again. “Say it. Be a good girl and say it’s all mine—you’re all mine.”
“Yours,” I gasped as he pinched my nipple hard. “I’m all yours, Sir Winter.”