Chapter 8
Up to snow good.
Weston
I wake up surrounded in warmth with the smell of vanilla enveloping me. I inhale a deep breath. I love vanilla but where is the scent coming from?
The last thing I remember is pulling Scarlett into my arms. I meant to comfort her for a moment. I didn’t intend to sleep with her cuddled in my arms. I never sleep with a woman cuddled into me. I prefer my space.
But with Scarlett, it’s different. Everything about her is different. Why?
I’m not sure. But I want to find out. Explore everything there is to know about this woman.
She moans in her sleep and rubs her ass against me. My cock immediately takes notice. It hardens and lengthens at the feel of her curves against me.
My hand moves across her stomach to her breast before I realize she’s asleep. I can’t take advantage of her.
“Scarlett,” I whisper into her ear.
“Hmmm.”
“I need you to wake up.”
“Nope. I’m warm and comfortable. There’s no need to wake up.”
I nip her earlobe. “If you don’t wake up, I can’t explore all over your curves with my hands and my mouth.”
Her body stills before she rolls over to face me. Thanks to the morning light streaming through the window, I can make out her features.
“What did you say?” She shakes her head. “Never mind. I’m obviously still sleeping. Pinch me. Oh, wait. I need to pinch myself. Ouch.”
I kiss her hand where she pinched herself. “You’re not sleeping.”
“But I am. Only in my dreams does the Weston Milton promise to fulfill all of my fantasies.”
I didn’t say I’d fulfill all her fantasies but I’m on board with the plan. “What fantasies?”
Her cheeks darken. “Forget I said anything.”
I pinch her chin. “There’s no way I’m forgetting Scarlett Harris discussing fantasies with me.”
“This is a dream. You’re supposed to follow my orders in my dream.”
I kiss her nose. “This isn’t a dream.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I’m really in bed with you?”
“Don’t you remember falling asleep in my arms?”
“I didn’t expect to wake up to you wanting to touch me while your flag is saluting me.”
“My flag?” I chuckle. “You mean this?” I punch my hips and my hard cock brushes her stomach. Her breath hitches.
“Do you want me, Scarlett? Because I want you. I want to touch every single inch of your skin. I want to taste your mouth, your breasts, your pussy. I want to brand your skin with my touch.”
I trail a finger across her lips. “What do you want, Scarlett? Say no and I won’t mention this again.”
“What if I say yes?” she breathes out.
“We’ll play out every fantasy you’ve ever had, and I’ll make you come so hard you see mermaids.”
She giggles. “Not stars?”
“This is Smuggler’s Hideaway.” I palm her neck and lean forward to rest my forehead on hers. “What do you say, Scarlett?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip as she stares into my eyes. I can’t wait to witness those light green eyes blind with passion. I lock down my muscles. No touching until she says yes.
“Okay.”
“Yes?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“You won’t regret it,” I murmur before I meld my lips to hers. Her pouty lips are as soft as I imagined. I lick her bottom lip. “Let me in, Scarlett.”
She opens her mouth with a sigh and I thrust my tongue inside. I moan when her flavor hits me. She tastes spicy with a touch of the forbidden. I’ve always enjoyed the forbidden.
I explore every inch of her mouth until she’s squirming and moaning. Until her fingers are digging into my shoulders. Her fingernails making half-moon imprints on my skin.
Only then do I roll her onto her back and loom over her. At the feel of her soft body under mine, I groan. I normally go for skinny women with big tits but Scarlett’s different. Every single thing about her is different.
I end our kiss to trail my tongue along her jaw to her ear. “How are you doing, da—”
I cut myself before I say darling. Darling is the name I use for my conquests. Scarlett isn’t a conquest. I don’t quite know what she is yet. But conquest feels wrong.
“How are you doing, precious?”
Precious feels right. Scarlett is valuable and unique and should be treated with utmost care.
“I’m achy.”
I smirk. “Is there something you need?”
She opens her eyes to glare at me. “You know what I need.”
Relief flows throw me. I love Scarlett’s blushes, but I want a woman who knows her mind. Who isn’t afraid to tell me if what I’m doing isn’t working for her. Who will never lie about how she feels.
I punch my hips. “Is this what you need?”
She widens her legs. “Yes, please.”
“So polite. Let’s see if I can fuck the polite right out of you.”
She gasps but her legs wrap around my waist. Scarlett enjoys dirty talk. Good to know.
“You can try.”
I grin. “Are you taunting me? Do you think you can handle the consequences of taunting me?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
This woman is full of surprises. In and out of bed. I’m intrigued. And I don’t get intrigued often.
I get to my knees and grasp the hem of her pajama top. I whip the fabric up and off of her leaving her chest completely naked to me.
Hell yeah. Her nipples are a pretty pink to match her lips.
I draw a lazy finger around her areola and her skin puckers in response. “Such pretty nipples you have.”
She arches her back.
“Something you want?”
“Touch me.”
I rub a finger over her nipple. “Like this?” I pinch her nipple. “Or maybe like this?”
“Yes. Both. Please.”
I shake my head. “Still so polite.”
Before she can answer, I lean over and take her breast in my mouth. I nibble and suck and bite until she’s gasping for breath. Until she begins to rub her pajama clad center against my cock.
I snake my hand down her stomach until I reach her pajama bottoms. I dive inside, past the pajamas and her underwear, straight for her clit. I rub circles around the nub as I continue to tease her breast with my mouth.
“Oh god. Oh god. Don’t stop.”
I lift my head. “I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.”
“Goodie.”
I chuckle as I return to teasing her nipple with my mouth. My hand leaves her clit to find her pussy. I plunge two fingers inside. Damn. She’s dripping for me.
I pump my fingers in and out of her. Her walls convulse around me. I can’t wait to feel her squeezing my cock tight. My cock is ready. It’s already leaking with excitement.
“I’m… I’m…”
“Say my name when you come, precious. I want to hear my name on your lips as your pussy squeezes my fingers.”
“Weston,” she whispers.
I pinch her nipple. “Louder.”
“Weston.”
I press the heel of my hand against her clit. “Louder.”
“Weston!” she shouts as her orgasm hits her.
I continue to thrust in and out of her as she rides her climax. When she collapses on the bed, I slowly remove my fingers from her pussy.
Her eyes open and she meets my gaze. “Wow.”
I smirk. “We’re only getting started, precious. I can’t wait to get my cock into your pussy.”
Her eyes spark with passion. “Okay.”
“Enjoy being able to speak while you can.”
She giggles and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she is. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen with her cheeks flushed from her climax and her eyes warm with passion.
I could fall in love with a woman like this.