Warmth in Cold 2
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He growled against her skin.
He moved to the other breast. Same treatment. Sucking. Licking. Teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.
Then he pushed her gently onto her back.
Looked down at her leggings still on, thighs thick and soft, belly trembling.
He hooked fingers into the waistband.
"Lift."
She lifted her hips.
He peeled both leggings and panties down together slowly eyes fixed between her legs the whole time.
When she was bare he exhaled sharply.
"You're so wet already," he said, voice hoarse. "Just from this?"
She nodded, embarrassed.
He spread her thighs wider with careful hands.
Lowered himself between them.
First he kissed her inner thighs left, then right soft open-mouthed kisses that made her squirm.
Then he dragged his tongue along her slit one long, slow stroke from bottom to top.
Amara cried out. Hands flying to his head.
He did it again.
And again.
Then he focused on her c**t circling, flicking, sucking gently while two fingers slid inside her.
She was tight.
So tight.
He groaned against her.
"You're a virgin," he said. Not a question.
She nodded. Tears in her eyes again not from sadness.
He kissed her c**t softly. Almost reverently.
"Then we go slow," he whispered. "I won't hurt you. I promise."
He worked her open carefully one finger, then two curling them, stroking the front wall until her hips started rolling against his face.
When she was panting, thighs shaking, he rose up over her.
Stripped off his t-shirt. Then his sweatpants.
His c**k sprang free thick, heavy, already leaking.
Amara's eyes widened.
He noticed.
"Scared?" he asked quietly.
"A little."
He leaned down. Kissed her slow and deep.
"You can stop me any time."
She wrapped her arms around his neck instead.
He positioned himself at her entrance.
Rubbed the head through her wetness coating himself.
Then very slowly he pushed.
Just the tip.
Amara gasped. Nails digging into his shoulders.
"Breathe," he murmured. "Look at me."
She did.
He pushed another inch.
Her eyes fluttered closed.
He stopped. Kissed her eyelids. Her cheeks. Her mouth.
"You're doing so good," he whispered. "So beautiful."
Another inch.
She whimpered.
He kissed the sound away.
When he was halfway inside he paused again.
"Look at me, Amara."
She opened her eyes.
"I'm going to take care of you," he said. "Always."
Then he sank the rest of the way in one slow, steady stroke.
She cried out sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
He froze. Buried deep. Forehead pressed to hers.
"Breathe," he whispered again. "I've got you."
After a long moment she moved small tentative roll of her hips.
He groaned.
She did it again.
That was his undoing.
He started moving slow, careful thrusts. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in. Letting her feel every inch.
Her breathing changed. Became needy.
"Dima... faster..."
He swore under his breath.
Then he gave her what she asked for.
Deeper. Harder. But still controlled.
The bed creaked.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust.
He watched them mesmerized then leaned down to suck one n****e into his mouth while he f****d her.
Amara's moans turned into broken little cries.
"I'm- I'm..."
"Come for me," he growled against her breast. "Let me feel it."
She shattered.
Back arching. Thighs clamping around him. Walls fluttering and squeezing him so tightly he almost lost control.
He f****d her through it steady, relentless until her cries turned soft and oversensitive.
Only then did he let himself go.
Few more hard thrusts.
Then he buried himself deep and came long, shuddering pulses inside her groaning her name like a prayer.
They stayed like that for a long time.
Sweaty. Shaking. Wrapped around each other.
When he finally pulled out he watched his c*m leak from her white against her dark skin and something possessive flashed in his eyes.
He kissed her softly.
"I was an i***t," he whispered.
She smiled small, tired, happy.
"Yes. You were."
He laughed quietly. Pulled her against his chest.
"But I'm yours now," he said. "If you want me."
She pressed her face into his neck.
Smelled cedar and smoke and him.
"I want you," she whispered.
Outside, snow kept falling.
Inside, it was finally warm.
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