She shudders and buries her face in the pillows, moaning my name.
Breathing hard and sweating, I fall still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to me. I kiss her shoulders and neck, nuzzle my nose into her hair.
When I feel her relax, I flex my hips slightly, pressing forward, shaking with the need to plunge deeper but holding back to make sure she’s okay.
Then she jerks her hips up suddenly, thrusting me all the way inside.
The moan that slips past my lips is low and broken. I think I might pass out from pure bliss. I breathe, “f**k,” and moan again.
“You keep telling me you’re in charge, handsome, but we both know who the real boss is.”
I drop my forehead to the space between her shoulder blades and laugh softly, enjoying the moment, the firelight, the smell of her hair and ski
