This must have taken forever to do.
I wander out of the bathroom and look through the rest of the house. My fingertips glide pleasantly, tracing the designs in the crafted walls. I feel like I'm in some sort of fairy den. It's magical, whimsical, and as I step back into the main room, all I can see is the same steady handiwork.
Natural wood streamlines the design, from the giant beams that crisscross the ceiling, to the long planks that create the chilled floor under my feet. It's like this place was carved from one giant tree, rather than built.
Huge glass windows that run from floor to ceiling are creating a looking glass for me into a snowy world. It's like I'm in a snow globe that's been shaken. The trees outside are weighed down by the snow, yet still perfect, and the sky is the perfect shade of blue, the kind you see in paintings. It's hard to see where the road ends and the woods begin with the blanket of snow.
This place is breathtaking.
There's sound coming from up in the loft, and I tip-toe back up the stairs to see the man now stirring under the blankets. Smiling to myself, another shiver runs through my body making my muscles tighten. It's cold, but I know where it's warm.
Slipping back under the blankets, I snuggle back up to this bear sized man. His arm moves easily, giving me room to slide even closer to his warmth. Forming my body to his, my ass pushes back into him, and I can feel his morning wood.
He's hard, pushing back against me and it's turning me on. Rocking my ass slowly, I rub against his erection, hoping to rouse him. There's something about this place, about this man, about this moment that is just turning me on.
I don't just want to snuggle for warmth, I want to make heat of our own.
My hips are rolling, and my pussy is growing wet. I feel him move slightly, his face nuzzling into my hair as his hand cups my belly. His hips start to rock with mine, forcing his cock firmly against my ass. I can feel his chest against my back rising and falling as his breath quickens.
Glancing over my shoulder, his eyes are open, and he has this look of uncertainty in his stare.
“Please,” I say, my voice a whisper. I can hear the desperation in my tone, and I hate it. But I want him, no—I need him. “Please,” I say again, pressing back against his cock.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gravely with sleep, and I hope, desire. Nodding, I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, and nibble it gently. “And you're sober, right?”
“Sober as a nun in church.” Taking his hand, I lift it to my lips and run the pads of his fingers across my mouth. His skin is rough, scratching against my lips, but I like it. It sends a tremble through my body. He works with his hands, that’s clear. They’re used, coarse, not soft and smooth. I pop his finger into my mouth and suck gently, running my tongue around his fingertip. As I’d hoped, it makes him think of me sucking something else and he digs his fingers into my hip and grabs my ass back, pulling it more firmly against his erection.
“Take me,” I say, sucking his finger harder. “I need you.”
My tongue swirls across the tip and his eyes light up with small flames. Growling, he moves his face forward, kissing me hard and fierce. With bruising passion his tongue sweeps across my lips, and pushes through, licking and tasting.
Yes! I need this!
Moaning into the kiss, I part my lips wider, licking back. His hand sweeps across the back of my head and he digs his fingers into my scalp. Tearing at my roots, he pulls my head in closer.
Another growl causes his lips to rumble as he bites my bottom lip and plucks it with his teeth. His eyes grow dark, the blue now a shaded pool as he slips his hand down my side and starts to pull my skirt up over my hips.
We never break our kiss, our lips stay sealed, and our eyes frozen on each other. Like a wild beast, he tears my panties down, splitting them at the seam like they're made of paper, and tossing them behind my back as his body continues to rub against mine.
Yes, this is exactly what I need. A man to take control. A man to give me what I want, not take what he needs.
Rolling over to face him, I run my fingers down his chest, tracing each nipple with my fingertips and then down his belly, past his navel until I reach his pants. I’m still in my clothes from last night, but he’s wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. I slip my hand under the elastic waist band and grab hold of his cock. It’s thick, and when I wrap my hand around it, the tips of my fingers barely touch each other.
He lets out a husky groan as I start to stroke him up and down, swirling my thumb around the sensitive head. His hips jerk forward as I hit the base, forcing his cock deeper into my hand. Bucking slightly, he fucks my hand back, his eyes glazing over with delirious need. With every stroke he pants out a small grunt, and then the precum is dripping from the head. It makes my hands slick and he starts fucking my hand faster.
His hand reaches between my legs, and when he feels how wet I am he moans and claims my mouth again. His fingers slip over me before finally settling on my clit, where he repeats a delicious pattern of figure eights, ever so lightly dancing over the swelling bud. He kisses me gain, pushing my head back onto the pillow, so now I’m on my back and he has better access to my pussy. He puts two fingers inside me, and I swear, my pussy clamps down on them like a vise. I’ve never wanted someone more than I want him right now. His thumb continues to play with my clit, and I’m having a hard time paying attention to his cock in my hand because I can feel an orgasm starting to build. God, it’s been a while.
His lips kiss down my jaw line, flutter back up to my ear, and I feel his hot breath on me when he says, “I want to fuck you.” But he doesn’t move. He just keeps his mouth right there, his hand between my legs. And with every thrust of his fingers in my pussy, and every swirl of his thumb over my slick clit, he keeps murmuring to me. “You’re going to feel so good when I’m deep inside you. You’re so fucking wet and hot. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to make you feel so good. Do you like this?” All I can do is moan, my head moving from side to side on the pillow. Between his deft fingers and his dirty talk, I feel like I’m floating above my body. The arousal coursing through me is making my body hum. I feel like I’m vibrating from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Fuck, even my teeth are chattering with the buildup.
Breaking our kiss, he shimmies out of his pants. I help him by hooking a foot in the waistband and yanking them over his ass. Once he kicks them off the bed, he lies beside me again, his hard cock bouncing free, so big and firm, with the tip swollen and dark, covered in pre-cum.
He props himself up on his side, and pulls my leg over his hip, the tip of his cock resting just at my entrance. His fingers are back on my clit, sliding over it again and again until my hips start moving and the tip of his cock is resting firmly against me. With just a nudge, he enters me, but he stops at the tip, pumping slowly and in time to his fingers sliding over me. He keeps me there for a while. A heady combination of arousal and anticipation. I try to bear down and take him further inside me, but he pulls back. He’s a man of his word. He really is taking his time. “You look amazing like this,” he says to me, and then slides in a little further, making me groan. “Fuck, you sound amazing, too. I’m so hard. Do you feel how hard you make me?” He fucks me with shallow strokes, never letting up on my clit, but not applying enough pressure so that I can come. This man is a genius. His beard rubs against my cheek as he pumps into me, and the look in his eyes tells me he’s just barely able to hold back much longer. His jaw is tense, his brow is creased, but despite his growing need, he just focuses on me. Watching me intently as I react to what he’s doing to me. Remarking every time I grunt or sigh. It’s almost as if my pleasure is enough for him.