Snow Kissed

Chapter 10

His hands clutched my back, indulging himself in my slight frame. My body became the host of goose bumps as the cold air took effect.

Ean was still persistent, though. His hands all over my body, like he'd never touched a woman before. Leaving me to think, that she must have been gone awhile now.

His mouth bit into my lips, causing heat to erupt in my core. I remembered what he looked like naked and needed to get that image satisfied.

Ean's mouth drew off mine and I tried to follow him, licking my lips from his departure. His hands rubbed my bare arms to warm me. “Amy?"

I took a shaky inhale, trying to stay focused on him through the caressing. “Yeah?”

He pressed his mouth against mine and whispered, “I want to make love to you.”

The fire smouldering in me cracked and I paused, pushing his chest so he couldn't kiss me. “Huh?”

He smiled at my stunned face.

“You want to what?” I asked, taking in the fact that no man had suggested that to me before.

“Hmm.” He thought, “I'd like to have sex with you?”

I swallowed; well, I'd heard that one before.

He kissed me again, not letting me collect any thoughts, not letting me plan, and not letting me get it together at all.

I moaned. I was pretty sure he was trying to ask permission. “I know this is going to sound awful but I'm actually on birth control.”

He stopped, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I see.”

“I know I ruined it before, but I was just stupid and neurotic about the condom thing. You don't think I'm neurotic though, do you?”

He smiled rather amused by the question. “Hmm.”

Hmm?

He stripped his shirt and started kissing me again, this time making sure I was unable to break our mouths. It was likely for the best. I wasn't the greatest in these situations. In fact, I was shit.

He undid my wet jeans and pushed them down my freezing pale hips. His grip ran up and over my ass, squeezing only slightly, till of course, I broke and dropped into him.

His hands were quick and caught my cheeks, kissing me deeper. Bringing me towards the shower, he slid the glass aside and reached inside, looking over his shoulder to turn on the water.

I watched him. He was beautiful. I couldn't believe I was sitting there saying he was beautiful, but he was. For the first time in my life, I felt like what a girl maybe should.

He undid his belt and jeans and kicked them off as the water steamed the chilly bathroom.

I turned and stripped my underwear, hoping he'd still not notice my wild bits of unkept womanhood.

He took my waist before I could care too much and bit into my neck, his stubbled cheeks tickling my soft skin.

I giggled. Yes, I giggled. I wanted to roll my eyes at myself, a week ago, I really would have, but not now.

He chuckled with me and my body melted into his, responding like a drug to the rumble of his laugh. His arms folded around me and then we were in the shower and I almost slipped on the stone tiles.

“Careful,” the laughed was still in his voice.

I turned and met his mouth as the hot water poured down on us.

He brought me close with one arm around my lower back as the other held my cheek. He knew how to kiss so well it killed me.

I would not live through the nervousness this man put me through.

He groaned against my lips. “You're beautiful.” His hand on my cheek fell and traced my side as I shimmied into him.

“You also squirm,” he noted, still amused with me.

“Not usually,” I squeaked out.

“Really?” His touch got more serious again, pinning me to the cool walls.

I shoved myself against him in protest and gripped his hair as the water ran through it, flattening it to his forehead. My fingers pulled at his longer sorted hair and massaged.

He drew his mouth back to speak but nothing came. Reaching back, he picked up a bottle of shower gel.

Woodsy-pleasant.

I took it from him as he popped the lid open. The quick snap brought me back to reality and I pushed him back an inch or so.

He smiled his Ean Hunter smile, which was magnetic in so many ways. She'd been a very lucky girl and I'm sure she had known that.

I put some soap in my hands. “You need a loofa.”

“A what?” he laughed.

“It's a fancy washing accessory,” I explained.

“Hands?” He held them up.

I lathered my hands together and put them to his chest. My fingers running over his solidarity, which was such a pleasant feeling.

He watched me as I moved my hands to his hair and washed for him. I did that massaging with my fingers that he'd liked earlier.

Impatiently stepping into me, his hands grabbing my bottom and pulling me against him. I swallowed as I felt the result of the touching and making out affect him.

“Seven months,” I breathed.

He paused. “Pardon me?”

“Oh.” I blushed. “Nothing.”

“Seven months?”

I decided to just spill, maybe he'd make it more worth my while. “I haven't been with anyone in seven months.”

“Oh,” he gave me a slight nod, swallowing.

The awkwardness between us returned and I scrambled to make it right again. “I hope that's not a problem?”

Dropping his nose against mine, he smiled. “You're a little strange, Amy.” He grabbed me around the waist and brought me under the water, letting the soap wash off him, over me, and down our legs.

He lifted my left thigh and brought his hand along my apex, stroking between my legs as he dipped two fingers inside me.

Craving, we both groaned from the contact.

My lips broke his as I enjoyed what he was doing. “Oh, Ean.”

He kissed me hard, passion thundering as he slipped his touch in and out of me over and over, filling me with a new thickness that made my bottom lip become captured in my own bite.

My head slipped back and I clutched his broad shoulders for support, quivering and at a brink of release. He nuzzled his mouth along my neck, kissing me before sinking his fingers deeper. I called out and replied with endearing excitement.

“Yes, sweetie.”

What did he call me? My eyes flashed open and I swallowed as his forehead dropped against mine. I gripped him, my heart sped, I wanted more and his thumb obliged with rubbing.

“What did you call me?” I breathed.

He picked me up abruptly and pushed me to the wall. Pausing, he thought over my position in front of him, which could not have been as glorious as I felt.

I waited with apprehensive joy though, holding back my words to urge him on.

He licked his lips and sunk me down on him and the contact broke us both.

“Oh my God.” I wanted to scream in the best way possible.

My chest warmed, forget the butterflies those had long since burst into flames.

Our gazes were locked together, taking each other as he introduced me the entirety of his cock.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his hair. I wasn't able to continue to look at him. The feelings I was starting to feel for him were confusing and furthermore, I couldn't figure out what they meant. But my problems left me as he became increasingly more rhythmic, harder, faster, but yet still, firmly gentle.

My eyes refused to open as I clung to him in madness, unwilling to ever let go.

“Amy.” His deep penetration left me upon my name.

“Keep going,” I encouraged, my shame long gone.

He crushed me against the cold tile and I actually screamed from the way he came back inside. “You're so small,” he rasped. It wasn't that maybe I was small, it was just that he was gifted with a massive cock. The cold and hot of our bodies mixed and his pace kicked up a notch.

Clinging to the last moment of our copulation, my body spasmed into an intense and wild orgasm that left me panting and feeling drugged.

His mouth came against my cheek gently, his arms wrapping around my back as his fingers gripped my skin, trying to find a place to hold. I didn't have much to grip, my expensive gym membership had paid off for the most part.

Pinning my body to the shower wall, he thrust into me with a few last seconds of what he had left.

I finished, calling aloud as his mouth crushed into my ear and he gasped, stiffening, crushing against me and filling me.

He kissed my cheek, his chest still tight on mine as he got his breathing under control.

His arms loosened and placed me on my feet, kissing me gently. I was lost for words, literally I had nothing.

Ean rubbed a hand over his wet face and brushed the dripping water away. “Well, that was--”

I took in a short breath and finished his thought, “Amazing.”

“Do you need soap?” he smirked.

I forced my sedated body to look at him. “Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah. I'm fine.” I couldn't believe he'd finished me off so fast and so easily. I was going into some sort of shock.

“Hey, Amy, sweetie?”

“Don't.” His endearment scared me.

He cocked his head so his bangs fell across his brow and all I wanted to do was run my hands through his hair. “Did I do something wrong? You seemed to like it.”

“No!” I bustled out, “No, that was incredible.”

He smiled with pride, which fair enough, he should have. “But you look a little upset.”

“It's nothing. I'm just...”

He waited patiently, I didn't understand where he got his patience. “What is it, Amy?”

“I've just never-- no guy's ever made me... yeah, from just...” Embarrassment got me and I couldn't get the sentence out.

He lifted an eyebrow and figured it out. “Ah.” He flipped off the shower. “That's nice to hear, I suppose.” He turned back to me and smiled. “Considering, I haven't been with anyone in three and a half years.” He pushed the door open and stepped out.

Impossible! I stumbled after him. “W-what?”

He grabbed towels and turned to me, shrugging. “It is what it is.”

I stood there, staring, not believing him. “No, actually?”

He wrapped the towel around his waist and nodded. “Claire died and that was that.”

My stomach turned bile. I was the only one since her? He lifted an eyebrow at me that took me out of my disturbed thoughts.

“So,” He shook off the awkward conversation easier than I. “Hungry?”

I nodded, not exactly distracted by his leisure. I wanted to know more about Claire and furthermore the baby. I just wasn't sure if he'd tell me because it wasn't my business.