Page 24 of All Snowed Gin

“No,” I answer, stern and gruff. I grab hold of her hips, yanking her into me. Our bodies collide, air rushing from me thanks to the impact. “I more than like it. You are fucking stunning. My only problem is I don’t know what to taste first.”

“Pierce—”

I stop her protestations with a kiss. Hot, hard, and with a thrust of my hips, leaving no secret that I’m hard and so fucking turned on. She whimpers, reaching down to palm my erection. Oh, fuuuuck, does that feel glorious. But not yet. I need to taste her first. Need to hear her screaming my name until she’s nothing but a puddle from her pleasure.

Then my dick can come out to play.

“Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“You…”

“You have me. But I need to know where you want me. Where you want my tongue.”

I slide my hand slowly down her body, stopping first at her breast. I circle one nipple, then the other, giving each taut peak the same treatment.

“Here?” I ask, before moving south, tickling my way down her belly. When I get to the smooth skin leading to her pussy, I take another moment to tease. Rose inhales sharply, and I know I’ve found my answer. But I still want to hear the words. Lazily, I slide my finger over her clit, through her folds, and into her. She’s so wet I slip in easily, my mouth watering in anticipation. “Or here?”

“Yes!”

“Say the words, baby. Where do you want my tongue?”

“There. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

“Begging isn’t required,” I say, drawing my finger out, then in, then out again, toying with her entrance. “All you have to do is say the word.”

“My pussy. Please. Please play with my pussy.”

Without another word, I drop to my knees. I inhale deeply, holding my breath for a moment, like an addict with a much-needed cigarette. Rose is just as much of a drug, one that goes straight to my head, driving me insane with need. My head is cloudy with lust, my raging hard dick straining against my pants, dying to be freed. But more than anything, I’m a man on a mission.

I will not be deterred.

Grabbing ahold of Rose’s ass, I dive in, tongue immediately finding her clit. She lets out a yelp, hands flying to the back of my head for balance. She’s going to need it, because I have one goal and one goal only—to make her see stars and for those knees to wobble in the process. Actually, maybe that’s two goals. Either way, I’m not stopping until it happens.

I turn my focus on said goal, nibbling, licking, and sucking as I go. She tastes so incredibly sweet, like strawberries in the middle of summer, and I can’t get enough. I need more. I need her to come. Which means I need better access, Keeping my mouth pressed to her core, I slowly walk her backward the few steps until she’s up against the vanity. I don’t want to stop, so I lift a leg, throwing it over my shoulder. With this newfound angle, I dial in on her clit, sucking hard.

“Oh, shit!” Rose screams. “Right there, yes…right, fucking, there!”

I follow her directions, flicking my tongue rapid fire against the bundle of nerves that is now calling the shots for my girl. Giving her ass a firm squeeze, I let one of her cheeks go, working my way around her leg and up the inside of her thigh. Rose is so lost in everything she’s feeling, she barely notices, until I slip two fingers inside her, seeking out that spot I already know drives her crazy. I find it quickly, giving it a light tap, just as I did last night.

“Pierce!”

The pitch of her voice could shatter glass, the last part of my name dropping off as a keen takes over. But I don’t let up. I keep going, her pussy clamping down on me like a bear trap. Her hips buck against my mouth, my tongue still trained on that sweet spot that I know pushes her over the edge. She doesn’t fight it, letting her orgasm rip through her like a tidal wave, unintelligible sounds echoing off the bathroom walls.

When she’s finally done a long moment later, she slumps against the vanity, still holding on to my hair for balance. I push to my feet, making sure I hold on to her, not only to ensure her knees don’t give way, but because I don’t want to lose contact with her. It’s like our bodies are tethered together with an invisible string, a connection that only we know about.

“Pierce…” Rose says again, this time much softer, her voice breathy.

“We’re just getting started.”

Scooping her up, I take her back into the bedroom. This next part is going to require a soft backdrop, at least for one of us. Which one, well, I’ll let Rose decide that.

“I want you inside me,” she declares, kissing me hard as I deposit her on the bed.

“Great minds think alike.”

I continue to kiss her, disrobing as fast as I can. It feels like it takes forever, each article of clothing getting stuck around each turn, but finally, I’m free. My dick springs to life, thankful to be free from the confines. Turning my attention back to Rose, her eyes glued to my cock, licking her lips, a whole new surge of lust rushes through me. The thought of her mouth on me is the stuff dreams are made of. But so is sinking deep into her, and that’s what I intend to do.

“You got three choices, gorgeous,” I growl, the beast inside me ready to take over. “On all fours, on your back, on top. Take your pick.”