Nick's Snow Angel

“Ok, Nick. I’m ready.” I say to him, rubbing the side of his face. He leans down and kisses me and begins to move and I feel the amazing sensations go through my body. Having him inside of me, moving and making me his, is setting me on fire. I open my legs wider, needing him as far inside of me as he can get. My hands pushing on his ass, begging without words for him to impale me. Fill me. Stab me with the part of him that will ensure he and I become one and never part. I am no longer thinking about how insane this is. All I can feel is that this is right.

“Fuck baby. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight, squeezing me and pulling me further and further into you. You were waiting for me, weren’t you, baby?” He says in my ear as he sucks on my neck.

“Yes. Oh God yes, Nick. Only you. Only you.” I say over and over not sure what I am saying. Grabbing his face, I turn him toward my mouth, needing our mouths to once again bond, the action stirring even more of a connection than him inside of me. In a state of franticness, we become like animals. Our bodies moving fast and with urgency, neither of us can control it.

“Shit, Snow. I told myself I would take it easy on you. Be gentle. Show you how much you mean to me. But, hell if I can. Your pussy is going to be my undoing. Can you handle me, baby?” He asks as he sits up and begins pushing my legs further into my chest, not waiting for my response. Somehow, his dominance and strength, makes me feel more feminine and safe. I answer him the only way I know how.

“I can handle it, Nick. Fuck me!” is the last thing I get out before he slams into me over and over, the air being knocked from my lungs, as the thrusts make me dizzier and more unaware of everything around me except for the feeling of him inside of me. I have no idea what my hands are doing or what is coming out of my mouth. All I know is I can feel him, straight into my heart, even as his mouth latches onto my nipples and tugs them, sending shots of nerve-ending lightning through me. His eyes are crazed, glossy, moving frantically as sweat drips down his face and chest, my mouth foaming to lick every ounce of it off of him.

“Son of a bitch. I can’t hold it this first time. I need you to come with me, baby. Come, Snow. COME!” He pinches my clit and I go off with him. The two of us screaming and yelling as we reach the peak of bliss, together. He falls on top of me, breathing hard and deep, as I continue to gasp for air and rub his back. I run my fingers through his hair, something quickly becoming my favorite thing to do, as he kisses the side of my face and neck. “You hungry baby?” he asks me.

“Yes.” My voice is a mere puff of air. “Should we shower first?” I ask him, trying to get my voice to come back.

“No need. We are just going to get dirty again. We are eating for energy and going back to bed. This was just the introduction.” Smack. His hand meets my ass.” Get up baby. Let’s go eat so I can have dessert with you on my counter.” Well...what is a girl to say to that?

I sit at the counter and just watch him, cook, our eyes meeting, promises being sent back and forth. “Grab the tea please and follow me,” he says walking with two plates carrying salad and salmon. We both sit at the table and suddenly, I feel a bit out of place. I don’t recognize I am fidgeting until his hand lands on top of mine. “Relax, Snow.” He says before kissing my hand and then putting it back on the table so we can eat. “Tell me about you, baby. I want to know everything.”

Hearing him say this immediately sends my stomach in a frenzy. It begins to bubble and cramp as it hits me. Once I tell him that I am no one, he is not going to want me anymore. Why would he? I have no idea what the hell I have been thinking. That’s just it. I haven’t. I have been caught up in the feelings. Feelings I have never felt. A fairy tale. Oh my. We didn’t use anything. I’m going to be sick. I can feel the panic set in as I contemplate getting up from the table. Everything must show on my face because the next thing I know I am pulled onto his lap being held tight. “I don’t know what is going through your mind but stop it. I meant what I said. You are mine now, baby. I am yours. This is going to be our home. Where we are going to raise our children, grow old and be happy. I would just like to know more about my fiancée, and I am sure you would like to know more about me. Now kiss me and calm down woman.” He says with a chuckle. I can’t help but giggle as I look into his eyes and see the sincerity. Leaning into him, I kiss him as he commanded and everything, I was just worried about fades away. I have no idea how long we sit there, our mouths loving one another before he stops and kisses my nose. “Now, tell me everything.”