Bonus Chapter #3
He let out a light laugh. Suddenly he tugged at my shirt, fumbling with the hem before yanking it off and tossing it somewhere behind me.
His fingers trailed over my chest, mapping every curve and dip with a reverence that made my heart stutter.
His touch was gentle, but there was always heat behind it, a quiet urgency that matched the way his legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer.
The fire crackled beside us, its warm glow flickering over Andy's flushed skin, the shadows and light making him look unfairly beautiful. His golden hair was tousled, his blue eyes heavy-lidded as they locked onto mine. "You're staring," he said, a hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.
"Can't help it," I admitted, my voice rougher now.
My lips crashed against his, rougher this time, devouring.
My hands explored him greedily, pulling him closer, until I could feel the heat of his body against mine.
Andy moaned softly into my mouth, his nails digging into my shoulders as he arched up into me.
I could feel every curve, every shift of his body beneath me, and.
.. it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
"Vince," he breathed, his voice breaking on my name.
That single sound was enough to unravel me, and I kissed him harder, losing myself in him.
I couldn't stop myself from pressing closer, grinding against him, needing the friction of him so badly I didn't think I could keep my pants on a single second longer. I began pulling them down.
"Off," I growled against his lips, tugging at his pants.
Andy laughed, breathless and flushed, as he helped me pull them down, tossing it somewhere behind us. The rest of my clothing followed, and my gaze raked over him, drinking in every inch of his bare skin, the way the firelight flickered across the toned lines of his chest and stomach.
"God, you're seriously so fucking beautiful," I murmured, my voice thick, as my hands mapped the curve of his ribs, the dip of his waist, watching goosebumps ripple across his pale winter skin.
The way his body reacted to my touch, soft and instinctive, made my chest tighten. I could never get enough of him.
His laugh was softer this time, almost shy, and he reached for me, pulling me down until our bodies were flush. I kissed him again, rougher, my tongue sweeping into his mouth as I tilted his head back, claiming him.
He arched beneath me, his hips rolling up against mine, and the friction I had so desperately wanted was completely intoxicating. The soft, needy sounds he made against my mouth only drove me further, my hand sliding down to firmly grip his thigh, pulling him closer.
"Vince," he gasped, his voice trembling. The way he kept saying my name, like I was the only thing holding him together... it made my heart ache.
"I've got you," I promised, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice low and certain. "I've always got you."
"I love you," he murmured, his voice trembling, raw and full of emotion.
That was it...I needed him. Now.
"I love you too, baby," I whispered roughly, my words heavy with lust as they spilled against his ear.
My mouth latched onto his neck, harsher, sucking and nipping until I was sure I'd leave marks he'd be blushing over tomorrow.
My hand slid between us, finding him hot and throbbing in my grip.
The way he gasped, the sharp intake of breath, sent a shiver straight through me.
"Fuck, Andy..." I groaned, rubbing my thumb over the slick tip of his cock, spreading the wetness as he twitched in my hand.
I adjusted my grip, my fingers wrapping firmly around him, knowing exactly how he liked it.
His hips bucked instinctively, a needy sound slipping from his lips as I pressed myself against him, trapping us together in my hand.
His fingers scrabbled at my back, nails digging into my skin as I started to move, slow and deliberate at first, teasing him. His breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving against mine as I increased the pressure, stroking us together in a rhythm that had him arching into me.
"Vince," he gasped, his voice breaking, his body trembling beneath me as I ground against him. The friction between us, the heat, the sheer need, was intoxicating.
I leaned in, my lips capturing his in a kiss that was all-consuming. The taste of him, the feel of him trembling in my hands... it drove me wild. My free hand slid under him, gripping his hip, pulling him impossibly closer.
"You're mine," I growled against his lips, my voice thick and possessive. "Always. Forever my Andy."
His nails dug into my upper arms, leaving sharp reminders of his need, and I couldn't help but smirk. I moved faster against him, dragging out those soft, needy sounds from his throat. Then, I broke free, his breath hitching in protest, a sound of complaint escaping him before I slid down his body.
Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, his heat both overwhelming and intoxicating.
My wet fingers circled his entrance, teasing, before slowly slipping one inside.
His moan filled the air, raw and unrestrained.
It was... everything. It didn't take long to find his sweet spot, my touch working him with a rhythm I knew would unravel him completely.
His thin, firm fingers gripped my hair hard, pulling just enough to sting, and the desperate "Vuh—" tumbled from his lips, his voice breaking.
He tried to tug me away, but there was no chance in hell I was letting him go.
I took him deeper, determined to feel every pulse, taste every last drop prematurely coming out of him.
His body trembled beneath me, his thighs quivering as I slowly released him, letting him slip free.
My fingers slid out just as carefully, and I grazed my hands up and down his inner thighs, soothing him, grounding him.
.. I wasn't ready for this to end so soon.
His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his flushed skin glowing in the dim light.
I moved back up his body, my lips grazing his flushed skin, savoring the way he trembled beneath me. His hands slid up my back, his nails biting into my skin just enough to send a shiver racing down my spine. I kissed him deeply, letting the moment stretch, lost in the taste of him.
"Vince... I need you."
I pulled back just enough to catch the heat in his eyes, a slow grin spreading across my lips. "The lube is in the bedroom," I murmured, my voice low and teasing, brushing my thumb along his jaw.
"Then go get it... Vince..." he whispered, breathless, his voice still heavy with need for me. It was all I needed to hear.
I ran out to the bedroom and returned quickly, reaching between us, lining myself up with him. His thighs opened instinctively, and his hand found the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss so deep, it felt like he was trying to drown me in it.
I slowly pushed into him, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting in a soft gasp.
"Andy," I murmured, my voice rough as I rocked into him, savoring the way his body arched up to meet mine. "Fuck... You feel so good."
His hands clung to me, his breath coming faster with every movement, and I could feel his body pulling me deeper, dragging me under.
I buried my face in his neck, my lips brushing over his skin, and let myself get lost in him.
.. the way he felt, the way he started moaning louder, the way he fit me like he was made for me.
"I love you," he breathed again, his voice breaking, and that was it. I couldn't hold back anymore. I drove into him harder, chasing the fire he lit inside me, feeling it spread through every nerve, every inch of me.
The world narrowed to just us... the heat of his body, the soft noises he couldn't hold back, the way his fingers dug into my shoulders like he never wanted to let go.
And then, with a final, shuddering thrust, I broke, burying myself in him as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and weightless all at once, feeling him do the same.
I didn't move for a moment, didn't want to break the connection between us. His fingers traced patterns over my back, and I lifted my head to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, and his blue eyes sparkled with the kind of softness that always unraveled me...
I kissed him again, slower this time, letting it linger.
"You okay?" I asked softly, my voice quieter now. I'd gotten a little carried away, forgetting in the heat of the moment that he was lying on the floor with only a few pillows and blankets beneath us.
He smiled... that small, private smile that was just for me. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
I pulled out gently, rolling to my side and gathering him against me. He nestled into my chest, his fingers splayed over my heart, and I wrapped my arms around him like I could keep him there forever.
"I love you, baby," I whispered into his hair, feeling the warmth of his breath and the curve of his smile against my skin.
Outside, the snow fell, silent and steady, as if the world itself had paused just for us.
This moment, this man... he saw me. He didn't just accept me, flaws and all.
.. he loved me because of them. He always said I was his everything, but as I held him closer, my grip tightening as if to keep him from slipping away, I hoped he knew.
I hoped he truly felt how completely, undeniably, he was my everything too.