Snowed In With You

Chapter Fourteen

Fletcher

Sara had a glazed look on her face and I couldn’t stop my smirk as I looked at her, spread out on the dining room table for me like my own personal feast.

When we’d had sex before, it had been great, but we were both drunk and rushing but now… I was going to take my time.

‘I hope you’re not too worn out already,’ I teased her, sliding a finger back into her warm wetness and sucking on it when I pulled it out, loving the way she watched me with her lips parted and eyes wide.

She widened her legs for me and I bit back a groan – Sara was unbelievably sexy and I didn’t think she was even trying.

I slid a hand up and over the creamy, soft skin of her stomach and up to her full breasts, cupping them in my palms as I stroked a thumb across each dusky pink nipple.

‘Because there’s a lot more that I want us to cover tonight – but Sara, I meant it before.

There’s no rush, this between us isn’t going to suddenly go away just because we leave the lodge.’

She pulled herself into a seated position, breasts pressed flush against my chest as she looked into my eyes.

‘I want everything,’ she said, voice husky from how loudly I’d made her moan just moments ago.

‘I want you.’ Then she kissed me, her lips warm and firm and teasing as they nipped at me, her tongue twining expertly around mine.

I pulled my jumper over my head and shuddered at the feel of her hands on my bare skin, stroking my chest, kissing her way down and stroking me through the material of my pants.

I took her hand in mine and kissed it, ‘I want to last,’ I joked and she grinned in a way that had me hardening almost painfully.

We moved back over to the sofa, stepping carefully to avoid the splotches of hot chocolate on the floor that we’d have to clean up later.

Luckily the cups had been a solid plastic and there wasn’t anything sharp in the way of our path.

Sara lowered herself to her knees with her back to the fireplace and I let her slip a hand under my waistband and pull down the bottoms, enjoying the way she gasped as my dick sprang out, already hard for her.

I slid my hand around my base and pumped once, twice, her eyes watching me with an intensity that had me near exploding.

She licked her lips slowly and I knew what she wanted.

It would feel incredible to have her lips around me again – that part of our drunken night stood out for me very vividly – but it would feel too good and then neither of us would get the ending we really wanted.

So I sank down onto my knees in front of her and kissed her, my dick bobbed, brushing against her stomach and sending small ripples of pleasure through me at the contact.

‘Another time,’ I promised and she pushed those gorgeous lips out into a pout that had me reconsidering for half a second until I shook the thought away.

I grabbed a few of the pillows from the sofa, as well as the blanket we’d been wrapped in earlier, and laid them on the floor.

Without taking her eyes off of me, Sara sank down onto the pile, her chest arched upwards, skin aglow in the firelight.

I crawled over to her and lifted one of her legs, kissing my way up her calf and onto her inner thigh, loving the way she panted and moaned for me.

I sent a hand over her pussy, feeling her wetness on the tips of my fingers and cursing as I fought the need to immediately sink inside her.

My hips flexed and she sent one hand down my stomach until she grasped me firmly, giving me a couple of experimental strokes before finding her rhythm.

‘Sara–’ I moaned, fuck, I would be slower next time but now I just needed to be inside her.

I coaxed in one finger and then slid another into her, pumping in and out as she writhed beneath me, her head tilted back and soft cries escaping her plush mouth.

Her hand hesitated on me as she got caught up in the sensation and I pressed my thumb to her clit, wanting her to be as close to the edge as I was.

‘Oh fuck,’ I said as a thought occurred to me, ‘I don’t suppose you packed any condoms?’

She let out a breathy laugh of incredulity, ‘Yeah, I forgot my panties but I definitely packed condoms for the trip I was supposed to be taking with my brother and his wife.’

‘A simple no would have sufficed,’ I said with a little smirk and she continued to peer up at me, absolute faith in her eyes.

‘I’m on the pill,’ she said eventually, ‘I haven’t been with anyone except Zach recently and we used a condom, I get tested regularly so I’m clean.

If… you’re okay with it then I am too?’

Sweat was breaking out on the bottom of my back as I breathed a sigh of relief at her words, ‘I haven’t been with anyone since you and I get checked regularly too.

God, I’m so glad you’re on the pill.’

She gave a laugh and her hand began to move over me again, making my eyes close and head tip back as I let her draw me closer.

I rubbed at her warm entrance, giving a low moan at the feel of her silkiness against me, her hands were against her boobs and for a moment I just admired her as I pressed myself against her in long, slow strokes.

‘Sara,’ I said and she opened her eyes to look at me, I pressed my finger to her clit, rubbing it in time with my strokes.

‘I want you to scream my name again.

I want mine to be the only name you ever scream.’ I let the head of my dick rub her clit before sliding all the way back down again and moving inside of her slowly, inch by inch, and she squirmed and sighed as she rocked her hips to try to take me in further.

‘Tell me you’re mine.’

‘I’m yours.’

I filled her all the way and continued to stroke her with my hand and little whimpers spilled from her lips that nearly undid me.

‘Are you ready to scream for me?’ Sara moaned and I thrust in and out in one quick, hard motion.

‘Tell me, gorgeous.’

‘I’m going to scream for you, Fletcher.’

I lost it as she said my name, grabbing her leg and bringing it over my shoulder and pressing into her deeply.

She cried out and I increased my pace, reaching for her breasts with one hand and then leaning forward to taste her moans on my tongue.

I moved back, breathing hard, and lowered her leg before sitting back and tugging her towards me and riding her while she gasped for more.

I reached between us and sent my fingers over her clit as I moved inside her and her breathing quickened, her moans became deeper and I lifted her onto my lap so we were pressed tightly together.

Not an inch of space separated us as we ground against one another and my name quickly became the only thing passing her lips.

‘I want to ride you,’ she groaned, ‘Fletcher, please.’

I leaned back and let her legs fall to either side of me, she pressed a palm to my chest and her hair made a curtain between us and the rest of the room as she pressed herself down and onto me over and over.

‘Fletcher!’

‘Sara – tell me–’

‘I’m yours,’ she moaned and I felt her tighten around me as her orgasm took over and I called her name as I fell apart with her.

Once our heartbeats had slowed, I rolled her off of me and tucked her into my side where she fit perfectly.

‘That was…’

‘It definitely happened.’

‘You are so cheesy and I love it.

I really am sorry about that note, I was still drunk and it made sense at the time,’ I laughed as I ran a hand down her arm, content in hearing her breaths and filling my nose with her familiar smell.

‘You’re an idiot,’ she said and I could practically hear her eyes rolling, ‘but I forgive you.’

‘I’m glad.

Truly.

Now we just have to hope that Rob will forgive me too for fucking you not just once – but twice.’

‘I’m not sure it’s any of his business,’ Sara said, propping herself up and looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

I laughed, ‘Well, I am his best friend, a heads-up would probably have been nice for him.’

Sara nodded, ‘Yeah, okay, fair point – I know you guys have ‘bro code’ or whatever. But…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, we’ve already had sex twice now.

What’s one more time going to hurt, really?’

I grinned at her, ‘You’re insatiable.’

She shrugged but gave me a coy smile, ‘You’re good in bed and I think we should be making the most of our last night alone together here.’

‘You are absolutely right,’ I said, reaching out and snagging her around the waist, ‘it would be rude not to.’

‘My thoughts exactly,’ she said huskily and I pressed a kiss to her lips as she sank her fingers into my hair.